"Let's go."
Uchiha Tobirama spoke flatly as he lifted Chelsea with one hand, as easily as carrying a small animal. His gaze swept past Esdeath—eyes blazing with fervor—and the vacant-eyed Kurome.
"It's time to return and properly question this disobedient little mouse."
Hum—
Space twisted. In the blink of an eye, the four vanished from the blood-stained palace hall.
---
They reappeared inside a vast, lavish master bedroom. Tobirama set Chelsea down on the bed without ceremony.
"What… what are you going to do?" Chelsea asked, backing away in panic.
"Training," Tobirama replied calmly, removing his coat. "You rely on tricks and speed. Tonight, you'll learn what real technique looks like."
Before Chelsea could respond, Esdeath stepped forward, posture straight and resolute. "Master, allow me to begin."
Tobirama nodded once. "No rush. You'll all take turns."
What followed was not cruelty, but overwhelming instruction. Tobirama's movements were precise and mercilessly efficient—each exchange a lesson in timing, awareness, and control. Esdeath met him head-on, her strength formidable, her will unbroken, yet she was steadily dismantled by experience far beyond her own. When it ended, she withdrew, breathing hard, eyes shining with fierce respect.
"Your turn," Tobirama said, turning to Chelsea.
"No—stay back!" Chelsea tried to evade, drawing on every instinct she had honed as an assassin.
It was useless.
Every path was read. Every feint anticipated.
Tobirama closed the distance and pressed the lesson home—disarming, redirecting, and subduing with absolute clarity. Each correction forced Chelsea to confront how shallow her techniques truly were. Her resistance collapsed, not under pain, but under the crushing realization of the gap between them.
"Begging won't help," Tobirama said evenly. "Learn."
By the end of the night, exhaustion claimed them all. The room finally fell quiet.
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Morning light spilled across the floor.
Tobirama stood before the window, composed and refreshed. On the bed behind him, Esdeath and Chelsea lay still, spent—fear replaced by a heavy, unsettled calm.
"Warm-up's over," Tobirama said to the empty room. "Time for business."
He closed his eyes.
Hum—
An immense sensory field expanded outward from the Imperial Capital, sweeping across mountains and valleys like a silent tide.
"Found you."
His eyes opened, cold intent sharpening his gaze. "Eight hundred kilometers south. A hidden canyon. Hundreds of thousands gathered."
A thin smile formed. "So the Revolutionary Army has joined forces with the foreign tribes."
He turned to Esdeath, who had already risen and knelt, despite her fatigue. "Gather every unit under your control at the palace square. We move south."
"Yes, Master!" Esdeath answered, voice burning with anticipation.
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Within half an hour, one hundred thousand elite troops assembled outside the palace. Silence reigned. Even officers who once schemed now stood obediently, shaken by what they had witnessed.
Esdeath looked up. "The army is ready. Shall we march?"
"March?" Tobirama scoffed. "I don't have patience for crawling."
He raised his right hand.
The power in his eyes surged.
"Space Control: Mass Leap."
Rumble—!
A colossal rift tore open above the square. A vast spatial force engulfed the assembled army.
Cries rang out—then vanished.
In a flash, Tobirama and the hundred thousand troops disappeared.
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Far to the south, deep within the mountains, five hundred thousand rebel soldiers filled a hidden canyon. Inside a massive command tent, Revolutionary leaders and tribal chiefs argued excitedly over maps.
"The capital is in chaos!" one shouted. "This is our chance!"
Laughter and boasts filled the tent—
BOOM—!
The sky ruptured.
The tent was torn apart by violent spatial turbulence. Leaders stumbled out, staring upward in horror.
Above them, a massive black rift yawned open.
From it poured an avalanche of soldiers—one hundred thousand Imperial elites descending with terrifying precision.
At the forefront, a white-haired figure hovered calmly, hands in his pockets, eyes cold and amused.
"I heard you were planning something," Tobirama's voice rolled across the canyon like thunder.
He looked down at the stunned host.
"You want to take the Imperial Capital?"
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