The Main World.
Spring, Year 18 of Konoha.
New Capital, British Continent.
Consort Jin's bedchamber, Imperial Palace.
Tsunade sat by the window, holding a cup of hot tea, her gaze somewhat unfocused. Sunlight spilled through the window onto her, giving her long golden hair a soft sheen, but deep in her eyes lay a complex emotion that defied description.
Toyotomi Yinglang pushed open the door and walked in.
"What are you thinking about?"
"You."
Tsunade's answer was crisp and direct.
Toyotomi Yinglang walked over to her and sat down.
"What about me?"
"How many secrets you still have."
Tsunade turned to look at him.
"The Underworld, the Heavenly Court, divine positions... you've even arranged things for after death."
"Without foresight, trouble is never far away."
Toyotomi Yinglang's voice was calm.
"So you made yourself the Jade Emperor?"
"And the Ten Kings of Hell."
The corner of Tsunade's mouth twitched.
"You certainly don't hold back."
"Why should I? I built the Heavenly Court and the Underworld. If I don't take those positions, who should?"
Tsunade fell silent. She knew Toyotomi Yinglang was stating facts. He had built the Heavenly Court and the Underworld single-handedly. Without him, neither world would exist. It was only right for him to be the Jade Emperor and the Ten Kings of Hell.
"Then why did you come to see me?"
"I've arranged a position for you."
Tsunade's brows furrowed slightly.
"What position?"
"Meng Po."
Tsunade's pupils contracted slightly.
"Meng Po?"
"Yes. Meng Po." Toyotomi Yinglang nodded. "Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge. You give the dead Meng Po Soup, letting them forget their past lives and reincarnate."
Tsunade remained silent for a long time.
"You want me to... cook soup?"
"Not a soup cook. Meng Po," Toyotomi Yinglang corrected her. "One of the Underworld's divine officials.