Winter, Konoha Year Twenty-Two.
New Capital, British Continent.
In the Imperial Palace's imperial study, a heavy snowfall had just stopped. Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, scattering fragments of light and shadow across the floor.
Toyotomi Yinglang sat behind the desk, holding a wolf-hair brush between his fingertips, a blank sheet of manuscript paper spread before him.
On the couch opposite him, Kushina Uzumaki held her young son Jilan, her brows slightly furrowed and a trace of doubt in her eyes.
In the corner, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki stood silently in a white dress, her long silver-white hair hanging down, her silver eyes quietly reflecting the candlelight. She made no sound.
Empress Liuli stood beside Toyotomi Yinglang, holding a cup of hot tea, her eyes full of curiosity as she stole glances at the blank manuscript paper.
Kushina spoke first, her voice soft. "What are you writing?"
Toyotomi Yinglang did not even raise his head. His brush moved across the paper, leaving sharp, forceful strokes. "An invincible template."
"When Jilan grows up, he'll train according to this."
Kushina's brows knitted tighter. "An invincible template?"
"That's right. A training template specifically for becoming invincible."
Toyotomi Yinglang set down his brush, picked up the paper, and read aloud with a calm gaze.
"First, forge an incomparably powerful body. Temper the flesh through secret medicines, secret methods, and Gene Serum, combined with grueling training under extreme gravity, to achieve ultimate defense and inexhaustible endurance. The minimum standard is to withstand powerful Ōtsutsuki fighters' major attacks head-on and fight fiercely for three days and nights without collapsing. Anyone who can't reach this stage has too weak a foundation to count as a top-tier fighter."
Kushina's mouth twitched. "Three days and nights? Are you raising a child or a donkey?"
Toyotomi Yinglang ignored her and continued