Shinobi World No. 1.
Spring, Year 47 of Konoha.
The underground Training Ground at the Jashin Cult Headquarters, Land of Rain.
It was a vast, open space illuminated by crystals of evil power. Heavy bluestone slabs paved the floor, and energy-absorbing runes covered the walls. The vaulted ceiling rose dozens of meters overhead, high enough to accommodate ten thousand people in formation without seeming crowded. Dark red light poured in from every direction, shrouding the entire Training Ground in an oppressive, murderous atmosphere.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood at the center of the grounds, his moon-white kariginu gleaming a cold white in the dark red light. His hands hung naturally at his sides, his eyes nearly closed, his breathing steady, as though he had merely come for a stroll rather than an impending test.
The Evil God hovered above a raised platform at the edge of the Training Ground, his body of interwoven shadows and murky purplish-red light gently undulating. Anticipation and curiosity glimmered in those swirling eyes that led into an abyss of pain.
"Friend, do you really want this test?" The Evil God's inhuman voice echoed through the Training Ground. "My Faithful Legion isn't like those useless fools in Konoha who do nothing but shout slogans."
"It's precisely because they aren't useless that they're worth testing." Toyotomi Yinglang's voice was calm, his eyes still nearly closed. "Konoha's Genin don't even interest me enough to sense them."
The Evil God's body rippled, and he gave a low laugh. "Good! Such confidence! That's what I like in a friend."
His will spread like ripples-an evil power transmission that crossed space directly and reached deep into the souls of the three great apostles.
"Pain, Despair, Madness. You three, bring three ten-thousand-strong divisions of the Faithful Legion! A friend of mine wants to see