Shinobi World No. 1.
Autumn, Konoha Year 43.
Sunagakure, Sandcastle Base.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood in the study, facing four women-Tsunade, Kushina, Pakura, and Karura. They wore different clothes and had different hair colors, different temperaments, and different pasts. But at that moment, they shared one identity-Toyotomi Yinglang's women.
"Pack your things."
Toyotomi Yinglang's voice was calm.
"Tomorrow, I'm taking you back to Great Britain."
Tsunade's brows drew together slightly.
"Great Britain?"
"My empire." A faint smile curved Toyotomi Yinglang's lips. "It's very far away. You've never been there or heard of it. But from now on, it will be your home."
Tsunade fell silent. She looked at Kushina, who nodded slightly. Then she looked at Pakura and Karura. Their faces were expressionless, but a trace of nervousness in their eyes was hard to hide.
"All right."
Tsunade finally spoke.
"We'll go."
Main World.
Winter, Konoha Year 17.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace.
The moment she stepped out of the Dragon Vein passage, Tsunade thought she was dreaming.
She saw a city. Not a village like Konoha, with its wooden buildings, rustic simplicity, and natural atmosphere. This was a sharply defined city built of stone, steel, and glass, filled with an industrial atmosphere. On the broad streets, pedestrians in neat clothes hurried along, yet carried something rarely seen in Konoha's villagers-vitality. Not the vitality of simply "being alive," but of "having something to look forward to."
In the distance, tall chimneys released white smoke, and the rumble of machinery was faintly audible. Farther away, enormous ships lay moored in the harbor, flags with black lettering on white backgrounds fluttering from their masts.
"This is... Great Britain?"
Tsunade's voice was a little dry.
"Yes."
Toyotomi Yinglang stood beside her, his hands clasped behind his back.
"This is the capital of