Main World.
Winter, Konoha Year 17.
New Capital, British Continent.
In the study deep within the Imperial Palace, the fire burned brightly, driving away the winter chill. An enormous sheet of parchment covered the broad desk, filled with complex runes, chakra network diagrams, and densely packed annotations. Toyotomi Yinglang sat behind the desk, holding a writing brush and sketching something on the parchment. His movements were slow and steady, every stroke carrying an almost sacred concentration.
Yutian stood before him, his deep purple governor's robes immaculate, but a trace of barely concealed anticipation in his eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen His Majesty so focused on anything-the last time had been when he was designing Soul Yin Mountain.
"Yutian."
Toyotomi Yinglang set down his brush and looked up.
"Yes."
"What is your surname?"
Yutian froze for a moment. He had never thought about this question. Back in the Uchiha Clan Compound, he had been a servant's son, with no surname, only a given name-"Yutian." Later, Toyotomi Yinglang had brought him into the Uchiha's elite education program, and he had gained a surname-Uchiha. But it had only been "borrowed," for the sake of so-called status and legitimacy.
"I originally had no surname," Yutian said calmly. "Later, you granted me the surname Uchiha."
"I brought you into the Uchiha's elite education program back then. I still remember that."
Toyotomi Yinglang leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.
"I stopped thinking much of the Uchiha surname long ago."
Yutian's pupils contracted slightly.
"I intend to grant you a good surname."
Toyotomi Yinglang rose and walked to the window.
"Yushi."
He turned and looked at Yutian.
"What do you think of that surname?"
Yutian's breath caught slightly.
"Yushi..."
"Yes. Yushi." Toyotomi Yinglang nodded. "From