Main World.
Konoha Year Twenty-Two, winter.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, training room.
Little Tsunade stood in the middle of the training room, her golden ponytail gleaming softly under the lights. She was fourteen that year, at the age when people were most easily influenced. Her face still held its baby fat, but her gaze was already much steadier than those of her peers-the confidence her Senju bloodline gave her. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, her palms slightly sweaty, not from nerves, but from anticipation.
Sakura Haruno stood beside her, arms folded across her chest, a faint smile on her lips. Bringing Little Tsunade from Konoha to the Empire had not been an impulsive act of "kidnapping," but something she had planned for a long time. Ever since the day she first taught Little Tsunade Medical Ninjutsu, she had been waiting for this day.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood in the middle of the training room, his hands clasped behind his back, his moon-white Kariginu gleaming softly under the lights. His gaze rested on Little Tsunade, calm and gentle, without any sense of pressure.
"Tsunade," he said, his voice quiet, but every word clear.
"Here." Little Tsunade answered crisply.
"Do you know where you are?"
"The Great British Empire." There was a trace of curiosity in Little Tsunade's voice.
"Teacher said it's a place a hundred times bigger than Konoha."
"A hundred times bigger than Konoha?" A faint smile curved Toyotomi Yinglang's lips.
"No. Ten thousand times bigger than Konoha."
Little Tsunade's pupils contracted slightly.
"How many people does Konoha have? Fewer than a hundred thousand. How many does the Empire have? Several million. How many Ninja Clans does Konoha have? A dozen or so. How many does the Empire have? Hundreds. How much land does Konoha have? A