Main World.
Autumn, Year 21 of Konoha.
Heavenly Court.
A pale golden veil of light slowly swirled overhead, bathing the entire space in a warm, sacred glow. The Devil Fruit Tree flourished with lush branches and leaves, dozens of fruits hanging quietly from its boughs-the icy chill of Frost and Snow, the murkiness of Turbid Flow, the stark white of Bone Blade, the deep violet of Illusory Eyes, the dark purple of Nether Wolf, the nine colors of the Nine-Tails Celestial Fox... Each radiated a unique light, like a slumbering star.
Toyotomi Liuli stood beneath the tree, gazing up at the luxuriant tree of energy, a trace of barely concealed awe flashing through her eyes. She had visited the Heavenly Court and seen the Devil Fruit Tree before, but every visit brought an almost suffocating sense of pressure. It was not fear, but reverence-reverence for rules, for power, and for the man who had created all of this.
"Yinglang, what are you..."
"Creating powerful Devil Fruits."
Toyotomi Yinglang stood before the tree with his hands behind his back, his moon-white kariginu gleaming softly beneath the pale golden veil. His Immortal Mangekyō Sharingan was already active. Within his scarlet pupils, the spiral in his left eye and the Triangular Blade Pattern in his right emerged together, slowly rotating. His spiritual energy reached into the depths of the void like countless invisible tentacles, resonating with the Devil Fruit Tree's core of rules.
He raised his right hand, dragon essence surging in his palm. A thread of energy extended from his fingertip and connected to an empty branch at the very top of the crown. That empty branch stood at the crown's center, rising above every other bough like a throne.
A mass of light began to gather.
It was neither ordinary gold