Shinobi World No. 1.
Spring, Year 46 of Konoha.
Land of Rain, Jashin Cult headquarters.
Dark red light flowed slowly at the center of the altar, like a sleeping heart. The Evil God hovered above it, shadows interwoven with murky purplish-red light, satisfaction gleaming in his swirling eyes. The Apostle of Pain knelt below the altar, the three cracks in his mask looking particularly hideous in the dark red glow.
"Lord Jashin, Death Fang has torn open the Southern Army's defensive line."
The Apostle of Pain's voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of excitement he could barely conceal.
"What about Minato Namikaze?"
The Evil God's voice was neither male nor female, echoing through the void.
"Death Fang has him tied down. His Flying Thunder God can't leave a mark on Death Fang, so he can only move around the perimeter."
The Apostle of Pain raised his head.
"He can't kill Death Fang. Death Fang can't kill him either. But neither of them can break away."
The Evil God's body rippled slightly.
"Good. Have Fear Hammer prepare. It's time Hashirama Senju tasted true despair."
"Yes."
The Apostle of Pain rose and walked away from the altar.
The Evil God watched him leave, a faint glint flashing through his swirling eyes.
"War... what wonderful nourishment."
Main World.
Spring, Year 20 of Konoha.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, study.
Spring sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled light and shadows across the desk. Toyotomi Yinglang sat behind it, holding a thick report-the annual Triangle Trade summary Yutian had just delivered. His eyes moved slowly across the pages, a satisfied smile curling his lips.
"This Triangle Trade really brings staggering profits!"
He set down the report and leaned back in his chair.
"This Shinobi World War really is staggering violence!"
Yutian