Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

He's seen too much of this...

The "goods" bought from the traders were brought here for enjoyment...

Isn't that what aristocrats are like?

Sometimes he even felt envious.

Menma brought Christa into the room. When he closed the door, the transformation technique was instantly lifted. He muttered to himself, "The duration of ninjutsu is getting shorter and shorter. It seems that this world is rejecting ninjutsu?"

Then he urged Christa, "Take off your clothes quickly."

324 Ymir, you don't want Historia to be...

In the court of Eldia, where power is intertwined, there are little-known secrets.

Rod Reis, the actual ruler at the time, had a daughter with a lowly concubine. This girl had the blood of the Eldian royal family.

The manor sits on the edge of the Sina Wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the palace.

Life here is peaceful and monotonous. For the girl, it is her refuge.

She lives here with her mother.

However, this peaceful life did not last long.

As the girl grew up, her mother was dragged into the palace disputes because of her past identity.

That night, the gate of the manor was knocked rudely, and expressionless soldiers broke into their lives and took their mother away.

At that moment, the girl's world completely collapsed.

After hearing the news that her mother had been purged, the girl realized that her identity had been exposed.

She understood that she could no longer stay in the manor, otherwise something unexpected would happen to her.

So she decided to hide her identity and leave her former home.

This is the past of Historia (Hrista).

On a moonlit night, the silver moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains onto the bed.

Christa lay there quietly, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, as if he had fallen into a sweet dream.

However, only she herself knew that she was actually pretending to be asleep.

but......

She had to admit that the soft bed made her feel at ease.

This was the best room in the hotel, and it was the best room she had ever had...

Comfortable bed and quilt...

Long-lost bath...

She closed her eyes and recalled what happened before.

The breeze blew gently, bringing the coolness of the night, through the window lattice and falling into the quiet boudoir.

The young man held white gauze in his hand, his eyes full of tenderness and concern (in fact, this was just Christa's filter), and he walked towards Christa who was sitting beside the bed.

The wounds on Christa's feet were clearly visible even though he was wearing pajamas.

Menma dipped a cotton ball in the medicine and applied it to her wound. "It may be a little painful, just bear with it," said the boy.

The girl nodded slightly, trust gleaming in her eyes.

As the medicine was applied, the stinging sensation in the wound gradually subsided.

The boy then picked up the gauze and began to bandage it carefully.

His fingers were deft and powerful, and the gauze gently covered the wound. The boy then pressed gently with his hands to ensure that the gauze fit tightly and prevented the wound from being injured again.

"Okay, it's been bandaged." The boy finally raised his head and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Christa had never felt this kind of love.

Time returns to the present.

On the windowsill, Menma sat quietly.

The moonlight shone on his face, outlining a calm and deep outline.

He looked through the window, gazing at the scenery outside.

There is no electricity in this world (inside the wall), and at night, the room can only be lit with oil lamps, which makes Menma very uncomfortable.

This actually made Menma very uncomfortable.

Uzumaki Menma doesn't miss any specific people in Konoha, he has no ties in Konoha.

What Uzumaki Menma missed was the urbanized life in Konoha, air conditioning, refrigerators, televisions, books and magazines...

There's nothing here!

It's pitch black at night and there's nothing to do. It's extremely boring.

What made him even more anxious was...

Unable to contact the Nine-Tails, the chakra in the body is being lost irreversibly.

This means that in the near future, he will not be able to conquer the world using the power of ninja.

However, Hrista did not understand Menma's troubles.

"Who are you?"

"Devil?"

Christa's voice rang out.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably answer with an evasive answer, right? Or they would evade the question with euphemisms, or remain silent...

But Uzumaki Menma, who never takes the usual path, responded with: "None of your business, go to sleep."

"I may be a demon, but I am also your boss!"

In Menma's eyes, this was a fierce warning...

In Christa's eyes, these words gave her an inexplicable sense of relief...

During these few days, Menma let Christa rest in the room while he went out.

The time limit of the transformation technique was too short, and Christa was more like a burden to him. Most of the time, he wandered outside alone as a child, collecting intelligence.

The information currently obtained is:

1. The violent machinery that this country uses to maintain its rule is composed of three major corps: the Military Police Corps, the Garrison Corps, and the Survey Corps...

The Gendarmerie has the greatest power. Its duty is to manage the people and maintain order around the king. It has a total number of about two thousand people. It has invisible power in all aspects of internal affairs and has the power to restrict the other two major corps.

To join the Corps, one needs to undergo three years of training in the Corps and obtain qualifications.

There are two ways to enter the Military Police Corps:

1. Those who achieve the top 10 outstanding results in the training corps can voluntarily enter the training corps.

2. Those who have accumulated a lot of experience and performed well in the garrisoned corps can voluntarily apply for transfer.

Menma's current plan is to join the Military Police, get close to the ruling class of this country, and then rebel and conquer this country.

but......

The primary question now is...

At the end of the alley, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the wall, casting long shadows.

Menma stood quietly against the wall, staring blankly into the distance with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking deeply about something important.

Occasionally, he could hear the noise from the distant street.

However, just as he was thinking about the critical moment, suddenly, a clear female voice broke the silence, "Hey, hand over Christa."

Menma looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with black hair and a black ponytail standing in front of him.

Time goes back to two hours ago.

Christa was in the room. There were building blocks scattered on the carpet. She was playing with building blocks, doing nothing.

This was bought by Menma for her, saying it was for her to kill time.

She doesn't understand...

I don't understand at all...

She had no idea how Menma acted, nor did she understand what he was trying to do.

Christa confirmed Menma's age.

8 is old.

To this day, Christa still wonders if he heard it wrong. Judging from his behavior in the past few days, he doesn't look like an eight-year-old at all. In many ways he is as reliable as an adult.

She's about the same age as me, right? (Histria, 9 years old)

I will also buy myself clothes and toys...

I also tell myself bedtime stories at night...

"I don't understand." Christa turned his head and looked at the storybook on the bedside table.

As time passed, the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire room, illuminating the lonely figure of the girl.

She sat on the carpet in front of the window, playing with building blocks in her hands.

Her eyes were melancholy and deep, as if she could see through the passage of time and peek into the secrets in the distance.

Her eyes revealed a hint of anticipation, but also a bit of disappointment.

She kept building blocks, repeating the same actions over and over again, as if waiting for something.

The wind outside the window gently blew the curtains, bringing a hint of coolness.

The room was silent, with only the faint sound of blocks colliding.

However, time seems to have stopped at this moment.

"Hasn't come back yet..." Christa murmured, his eyes gradually became dim, and the expectation in his heart slowly turned into loss.

She gently put down the building blocks in her hand and looked out the window, expecting the familiar figure to appear in her sight.

Suddenly, a slight sound broke the silence.

A figure, light and agile, climbed in through the window like a nimble cat, its movements quick and graceful.

Ymir came to the girl and grabbed her hand, with a determined and anxious light in her eyes.

"Hurry, follow me!" she whispered, her voice revealing unquestionable determination.

She held the girl's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would suddenly disappear.

Christa was startled by this sudden turn of events, and she came back to her senses from her confusion and looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Time returns to the present.

At this moment, Ymir had dragged Menma into an alley where no one would pass by.

Ymir grabbed Menma's collar tightly with both hands, lifted him up from the ground, and pressed him against the cold wall.

Her eyes were full of anger and confusion, "What did you do to Christa? Why didn't Christa want to go with me! Why is Christa so devoted to you!" The woman's voice was full of severity.

Her tone was chilling, and every word was like an icy blade...

She grabbed Menma's collar so hard that it seemed like she was going to tear the fabric apart...

Menma's eyes fell on the woman in front of him.

That look was as if he was looking at a fool, full of confusion, doubt, and even a hint of contempt.

The emotions revealed in his eyes were complicated.

Why is she so angry?

What is her purpose?