Main World.
Year thirty of Konoha, spring.
The Country of Roran, at the edge of the Golden Forest.
After Hanzō left, the four children stood among the ruins for a long time. Chengkong's hand was still swollen, and the wound on the side of his face had scabbed over. Jin Zhiyin's memories had yet to return. He stood there, silently watching Chengkong. It was not distrust; he truly did not know who this person was. There were no questions or explanations, only an indescribable quiet.
Wind blew from deep in the desert, stirring up golden fallen leaves and fine sand. In the distance, a carriage approached along the woodland path. Its body bore no markings except a single golden Toyotomi crest, glinting faintly in the sunlight.
When Toyotomi Yinglang stepped out, a little sand and dust clung to his moon-white Kariginu. He stood beside the carriage, his gaze sweeping over the ruins, the broken ancient trees, and the scorched earth before finally settling on the four children. He did not ask how the battle had gone. One look at them was enough for him to reach a conclusion.
"Ryukōshi, Jin Zhiyin, Yōsa, Chengkong. You defeated Hanzō at his peak."
Ryukōshi had already withdrawn his wings of light. He straightened up. "Yes, Father."
"You awakened the Mangekyō." Toyotomi Yinglang's tone remained level. "Your Dōjutsu are absurdly powerful, your Susanoo have distinctive appearances, and even your side effects come in a variety."
Still standing in front of Chengkong, Jin Zhiyin turned to look at Toyotomi Yinglang. "That's right too, Father."
Toyotomi Yinglang asked no further questions, nor did he make Jin Zhiyin explain anything more. He turned and walked back to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and glanced back at them.
"The four of you, come back to the Great British Empire