The Main World.
Summer, Year 21 of Konoha.
New Capital, British Continent.
The study in the Imperial Palace.
Toyotomi Yinglang sat behind his desk, holding an intelligence scroll that had just arrived from the Shinobi World. His eyes moved slowly across the paper, and a faint smile curved his lips. Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan stood before the desk, waiting quietly.
"In the Shinobi World, intelligence can save lives, turn the tables, and let the weak defeat the strong."
Toyotomi Yinglang set down the scroll and leaned back in his chair.
"If an Elite Jonin knows an opponent's Ninjutsu attributes, fighting habits, and Kekkei Genkai weaknesses beforehand, they might kill someone at Kage Level despite the difference in rank. If a village knows the enemy's troop deployments, supply routes, and commander's personality beforehand, it might defeat a larger force with fewer troops."
Nagato nodded. "Yes. Teacher Jiraiya said that a ninja's battles depended seventy percent on intelligence and thirty percent on strength."
"Then the three of you have spent so long by my side and know a great deal about me."
Toyotomi Yinglang's gaze swept across their faces.
"Can you use that intelligence to overcome the difference in strength and defeat me?"
Nagato fell silent. Yahiko fell silent. Konan fell silent too. The air in the study seemed to freeze.
Yahiko spoke first, his voice low. "No."
"Why?"
"The difference in our levels of existence is overwhelming."
Yahiko raised his head, his eyes sharp and clear beneath his short orange hair.
"The weak can't breach your defenses, so all intelligence amounts to nothing. I know your Color of Observation covers several kilometers, Teacher. I know your Color of Armament can project an invisible force field, and your Color of the Supreme King can become an absolute domain. But what use is