Main World.
Konoha Year 30, autumn.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, Consort Jin's bedchamber.
The lights had already been extinguished. Moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains, spreading patches of silvery-white light across the floor. No candles burned inside the chamber; only moonlight and the faint nighttime bustle of the distant New Capital seeped through the gap in the window, forming a thin layer of background noise in the quiet room, neither hurried nor slow, and not fading of its own accord.
Tsunade lay on her side, one hand tucked beside her face and the other resting on the edge of the quilt. Her eyes were neither fully open nor tightly closed, as though she were waiting for a question to be clarified before taking the next step. Toyotomi Yinglang lay beside her, one hand behind his head and the other resting against her waist, applying no pressure, simply resting there.
Tsunade's voice was still drowsy when she spoke, but her tone was clear, as though she had already organized this question several times and had only been waiting for the right moment to let it out. "Of the Four Toyotomi Heroes, only Toyotomi Shining Sand hasn't awakened the Mangekyō. What are you going to do?"
Toyotomi Yinglang's tone did not change, nor did he open his eyes. "Isn't the Soul-Searching Illusionary Realm still available?"
Tsunade did not respond. She opened her eyes fully, moonlight falling across the side of her face as her unfocused gaze rested in the direction of the ceiling. "Let me ask you-are the people of the Shinobi World really that stupid? Why couldn't anyone else find and seize the window of opportunity, yet your four sons could find it and seize it, bringing the Uzumaki Clan members to the Country of Roran when the Land