"Good grief, everyone on the streets is a puppet. There are only a handful of actual living people. This Rōran is practically no different from a destroyed nation."
Flashing onto a tower, Uchiha Gen looked at the bustling streets below and spoke in surprise.
Almost ninety-nine percent of the "people" in an entire ancient kingdom were puppets. Clearly, something on this scale could not have been accomplished overnight.
What about the people who had originally lived here?
Where had they gone?
His sensory field spread out, and Uchiha Gen vanished from the spot.
Deep within the dim underground palace, countless purple-streaked golden patterns wound along the rock walls. The underground Ryūmyaku churned with a purple torrent, its immense natural energy continually battering a complex machine and making the entire underground space beneath Rōran hum and tremble.
Anrokuzan stood before the enormous machine, a fierce, greedy glint in his murky eyes.
Anrokuzan, originally named Mukade, had a full beard and a dark complexion. Wearing an ancient Rōran official's hat, he had an incongruously refined air about him, judging purely by his appearance.
"Soon, very soon... Once I completely master this power, Sunagakure, Konoha... everything will be under my rule!"
Watching the Ryūmyaku's power continually strike the machine before him, the greed in Mukade's eyes grew ever stronger.
"Did you make this?"
Just as Mukade was lost in boundless visions of the future, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.
!!!!!!
Mukade's expression changed dramatically at the unfamiliar voice beside his ear!
Without the slightest hesitation, a surge of blue-purple chakra erupted from Mukade's body, forming a compressed beam that shot toward the source of the voice.
Boom!
With an explosive roar, a single hand covered in black Chakra Armor caught the burst of energy.
"So this is Ryūmyaku