Main World.
Konoha Year Twenty-Two, autumn.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, Institute of Technology.
Nagato stood before the Control Console, his dark red hair gleaming purplish-black beneath the lights. His Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan had faded, returning to their ordinary violet color, but an indescribable depth still lingered within those eyes. Yahiko stood beside him, his short orange hair as neat as ever. Konan stood on his other side, her cool face expressionless, but she was folding a paper crane in her hands. Yutian stood behind them, his deep purple governor's robes immaculate.
Sasori stood before the Control Console, his golden serpent eyes flickering slightly behind his glasses. He held a thick scroll, its cover bearing the words "Mechanical God Cult · Missionary Plan" in the Empire's script. His gaze moved slowly across the page, a faint smile on his lips.
Toyotomi Yinglang sat in a chair to one side, holding a cup of hot tea, his gaze sweeping over them. Kaguya sat in the corner, her long silver-white hair falling to her waist, candlelight reflected in her silver-white pupils.
"I have the supernatural powers ready," Toyotomi Yinglang said calmly. "The three colors of Yin Release, the chakra system, the power of Dragon Essence, Devil Fruits. Use whichever you want. Give out as much as you want."
Nagato nodded. "Teacher, when do we leave?"
"Once the Void Gate is ready." Toyotomi Yinglang set down his teacup. "Kaguya will lead the way to the first batch of planets. Go in groups. There's no rush. Take your time."
Nagato turned to Sasori. "Sasori, what do you plan to do once you reach a planet?"
"Establish an organization," Sasori said calmly.
Nagato's brow furrowed slightly. "What kind of organization?"
Sasori set down the scroll and drew the Eight-Headed Serpent Bone Sword from his