A quiet chamber deep within the Imperial Palace, New Capital, British Continent.
Outside the window, fine spring rain fell like woven threads, pattering against the glazed roof tiles with an endless rustle and veiling the room, with its Eastern elegance and imperial majesty, in a haze of moisture.
Toyotomi Yinglang sat in the seat of honor. Before him, tea brewed on a red clay stove, steam curling into the air.
Toyotomi Liuli knelt slightly ahead of him to one side, dressed in a dark blue combat outfit suited to long journeys, with a rainproof haori over it and her long hair neatly pinned up. The deeply buried melancholy and uncertainty she had worn in Konoha were gone. In their place was a composure born of upheaval and witnessing the tragedy of a parallel world, along with a barely perceptible resolve, as though she had reached some decision. Yet beneath that composure, something more complicated seemed to stir.
Yutian sat respectfully in a lower seat. He had fully settled into his role as governor, his bearing steady and composed. Only an occasional trace of fatigue between his brows revealed the hardships of governing this emerging continent.
"Liuli." Toyotomi Yinglang lifted the earthenware pot and poured boiling water into the teacups. Emerald tea leaves unfurled and bobbed as his calm voice broke the silence.
"I asked you to cross the ocean this time not only to see what we have built here, but because I felt it was time you learned certain things."
Liuli raised her head, her amber eyes turning toward him as she waited quietly.
"About the shinobi world, about Konoha, about us Uchiha, and even about the Senju... the true source of those tangled grievances that have persisted for a thousand years." Toyotomi Yinglang pushed a cup of tea