Morning of the following day.
The nobles and aristocrats from Kokuto had all arrived at the Daimyo's Estate with great trepidation, kneeling before Mirai Uchiha inside what remained of the palace—a ruined shell of its former self.
Their ingrained sense of superiority, once so deeply rooted, had been crushed the moment they witnessed [Perfect Susanoo].
The samurai had gone into hiding, while ministers and aristocrats alike dared not utter a sound.
Back then, they wouldn't have given ninja a second glance—but now, these very ninja had become untouchable forces beyond their reach.
This was someone who had executed the Daimyo himself without hesitation—how much less mercy would they show?
For the first time in their lives, they truly understood: when a ninja wielding absolute power bared his fangs, they were nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.
"From now on, there will be no more Daimyo ruling the Land of Fire. Ninjas will be the highest-ranking class in this country."
"You will follow orders from the ninja village and dedicate your lives to serving it."
"Afterward, I'll send people here to take control over everything. You just need to cooperate obediently."
"Do you understand?"
The gathered aristocrats immediately nodded in unison.
Mirai Uchiha smiled in satisfaction.
He didn't plan to kill them all for now—such recklessness would only throw the nation into chaos.
The most critical step had already been completed. Now, everything else could proceed methodically according to plan.
Once he'd arranged everything, Mirai ordered everyone to leave.
He walked alone toward the inner quarters of the Daimyo's estate—the private residence of the Daimyo's family.
With his Sensor abilities activated, he passed room by room down the corridor.
Everything in his path became barren wasteland.
Near the center, to the left side of the Daimyo's sleeping quarters, a woman dressed in extravagant robes sat kneeling before her door.
Her ornate headdress shimmered softly in the breeze.
The woman exuded an elegant chill—noble and majestic beyond measure.
According to intelligence reports, Mirai knew that this was the most respected woman in the Land of Fire.
The Daimyo's eldest daughter—Fire Country's true Crown Princess!
When she saw Mirai approaching, her face turned deathly pale.
Though desperately trying to conceal her terror, the trembling ornaments in her hair betrayed her fear.
"What is your name?"
"Linxia."
Her voice was graceful and refined, carrying an unmistakable air of nobility.
Delicate features, an elongated swan-like neck, slender shoulders, and snow-white skin...
Mirai carefully studied the woman before him.
Beautiful, noble, dignified, gentle... It was almost unbelievable that a daughter so exquisite could be born to a father like the rotund Daimyo.
"Lord," she said, "please kill me."
"I will die gratefully, praising your mercy in the Pure Land."
Linxia bowed on the ground. Mirai Uchiha slightly shook his head and softly said, "You still have some use left, so I won't kill you."
Upon hearing this, Linxia shivered slightly, her eyes filling with despair.
So… there was no escaping her humiliating fate after all?
History had shown that during regime changes, women often faced tragic fates, with early death being the most fortunate outcome.
She had thought about ending her life herself, but despite trying several times, she could never bring herself to do it.
Now… what awaited her?
Mirai Uchiha walked up to Linxia, squatted down, and gently lifted her head. "Come back to Konoha with me in three days."
"W-What?"
The rough treatment she'd expected never came, leaving Linxia momentarily stunned.
"I want you, as the princess of the Land of Fire, to publicly express your submission at my coronation ceremony when I become Hokage."
After years of intense propaganda, the notion that ninjas were humble servants while Daimyos were noble lords had already been deeply ingrained in people's minds.
Although he had altered this situation through overwhelming force, convincing everyone—particularly common civilians from the lower ranks—to embrace this new reality would still require time.
Having the most prestigious Princess Linxia publicly submit would greatly accelerate this process.
Linxia hadn't expected such a request from Mirai Uchiha. She simply stared blankly and asked, "A-And then?"
Mirai stood up, turned around, and started walking away. "Then whether you want to die or keep living like this is entirely up to you…"
Watching Mirai's disappearing figure, Linxia could no longer hold herself up. Her whole body collapsed onto the floor.
Just… that simple?
——
Three days passed.
With promotion by the palace nobles, the idea of the Daimyo era ending and ninjas becoming the new upper class had already spread throughout Kokuto.
People accepted the change more readily than expected, as if the new order felt almost natural to them.
Even those who found it ridiculous only voiced faint objections within their own thoughts.
After all…
Almost everyone living in Kokuto saw that several-hundred-meter-tall Susanoo that day.
Divine-level power crushed both the exalted Daimyos and formidable samurais alike…
If even those noble lords had already submitted, no one else would be foolish enough to step forward voluntarily and seek death.
At the inn entrance,
The coachman nervously ushered Mirai Uchiha, Mikoto Uchiha, and Konan into the carriage.
He never dreamed that the ninja he'd transported just days ago could achieve something so astonishing.
Thankfully, unlike that deceased inn attendant, he had never shown his inner disdain openly.
Otherwise, he might have long become a rotting, foul-smelling corpse.
Inside the carriage.
Konan and Mikoto looked at Mirai and softly asked, "Mirai, that princess... she really won't do anything dangerous, right?"
Mirai smiled. "Don't worry. I won't let something like that happen."
Though Linxia was born noble as a princess, she was still an ordinary person—her inner will wasn't particularly strong.
With his current strength, using genjutsu daily to influence her mind wouldn't take long before she became a loyal, obedient servant.
Seeing the confident expression on Mirai's face, Konan and Mikoto didn't say much else.
After experiencing so much together, they had long since placed unquestionable trust in him.
Even if he claimed he could punch the moon out of the sky, they wouldn't think twice about it.
Konan peeled a grape and placed it near Mirai's mouth.
Mirai narrowed his eyes slightly. "I want imported ones."
Her face flushed slightly, but Konan obeyed Mirai without protest.
Tasting the sweetness of the grape, Mirai nodded in satisfaction before turning his gaze toward Mikoto.
"Mikoto, don't sit idly either. Go to the front and give my legs a massage."
Mikoto obediently nodded. "I understand."
Then she knelt beside him and began gently massaging his legs.
Enjoying the attentive service from both Mikoto and Konan, the corners of Mirai's mouth lifted slightly.
Now this was how a man should live.
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