Main World.
Autumn, Year 27 of Konoha.
New Capital, British Continent.
Consort Jin's bedchamber, Imperial Palace.
Autumn sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting golden patches across the floor. Tsunade sat on a cushioned couch by the window, holding a cup of hot tea. Her long golden hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a pale purple kimono with its sash loosely tied, looking languid and casual. Opposite her, Toyotomi Yinglang sat in a chair, his moon-white kariginu gleaming softly in the sunlight. He too held a cup of hot tea, a faint smile on his lips.
Mikoto knelt beside the tea table, dressed in a black maid's uniform with a white apron tied around her waist. Teapot in hand, she was refilling their cups. Her movements were light and steady. Tea flowed from the spout and swirled in the cups without spilling a drop.
"The Toyotomi Clan falls into three groups." Toyotomi Yinglang set down his cup and leaned back in his chair. "The first is in Konoha, with over three hundred people. They don't know about the Great British Empire. Their role is to mislead Konoha."
Tsunade frowned slightly. "Mislead?"
"Yes." Toyotomi Yinglang nodded. "The Toyotomi Clan in Konoha is the 'public face' of the Toyotomi. They have the Sharingan, the Relief Station, and the Martial Arts Hall. They are Konoha's 'New Senju,' the 'Clan of Love.' They are the Toyotomi that the people of Konoha see. They know nothing about the Empire, the Heavenly Court, or Mechanical Star. They believe they are Konoha's Toyotomi, the ruling family of the Country of Roran. They aren't pretending. They genuinely don't know. That's why Konoha can't find anything wrong."
The corner of Tsunade's mouth twitched. "You... your schemes run far too deep."
"Do they? I think they're reasonable." Toyotomi