What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

Temari was completely dumbfounded.

Her mind went blank; the immense shock made her temporarily forget to breathe.

One second they were mired in despair, the next they witnessed such an unbelievable reversal.

She turned her head sharply.

She stared wide-eyed at Di Yan, who remained calm and composed beside her.

It's him!

It must be him!

Who else has this ability besides him?

Who would dare to act under the noses of the Sunagakure leadership and the Daimyo's envoy?

How could they pull off such a daring and deceptive maneuver?

At this moment, Temari's feelings were extremely complicated.

There was the ecstatic joy of surviving a calamity, and the fear of Di Yan's unfathomable methods.

There is concern for Gaara's safety at this moment.

There is another kind...

An indescribable thrill, a feeling of being completely controlled yet miraculously saved.

She looked at Di Yan's profile, which seemed to indicate that he had everything under control.

All the previous grievances, resentment, and humiliation seemed to find a distorted outlet at this moment.

This man is powerful and ruthless...

Yet he actually fulfilled his seemingly impossible promise.

Di Yan felt Temari's gaze and slowly turned his head.

He met her eyes, which were filled with shock, confusion, and a subtle, growing sense of complex dependence.

He smiled slightly and reached out his hand.

He naturally put his arm around her slightly trembling shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

Whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, with a hint of mockery in his tone:

"I have said that I will protect his life."

"Now, do you believe it?"

Temari's body went limp, and she almost completely leaned into Di Yan's arms.

Her cheek pressed against his firm chest.

Listen to that steady and powerful heartbeat.

He could no longer say anything.

trust?

Perhaps it's not quite there yet.

But an unprecedented sense of security, mixed with fear, awe, and a touch of grotesque unease.

It has already taken root and sprouted in her heart.

The chaos in the arena had only just begun.

Di Yan's gaze turned coldly once again to the panicked high-ranking officials of Sunagakure and the daimyo's envoys in the stands.

The real show is about to begin.

The uproar in the arena had not yet subsided.

Another unexpected turn of events has occurred!

at this time.

A Sunagakure ANBU ninja moved through the chaotic crowd at incredible speed.

He practically tumbled and crawled up to the stands.

She knelt down on one knee before Granny Chiyo and Ebizo.

He was urgently reporting something in a low voice.

Granny Chiyo and Ebizo's expressions suddenly changed drastically.

The initial shock and panic instantly turned into horror and disbelief!

Ebizo even suddenly stood up.

The movement was so large that the chair behind him made a screeching sound.

"What? How is that possible?"

Grandma Chiyo gasped in shock, her aged voice trembling.

The commotion in the stands immediately attracted the attention of the audience below.

The noise subsided somewhat.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the distraught executives on the platform.

Immediately following, at the command of Granny Chiyo, who was shouting herself hoarse.

Although the Sand Village ninjas gathered around the arena were confused, they immediately sprang into action.

Like a swarm of bees startled.

They all sped off towards the various border directions of the village.

They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy!

However, their response seemed too slow.

Just as the ninjas set off...

"Whoosh...buzz...!"

A deep yet penetrating whistling sound approached from afar.

It seemed to come from the horizon, yet it was closing in at once!

The sound is getting louder and louder.

It was like thousands of wild beasts roaring at the same time!

Everyone, including the special envoys and high-ranking officials in the stands, instinctively followed the sound to its source...

Looking in a certain direction from the village.

This look.

It made everyone's blood almost freeze!

All that could be seen was the distant horizon.

A massive sandstorm, stretching from heaven to earth, was surging toward the center of the village with overwhelming force!

The sandstorm was enormous in scale and incredibly fast.

It far exceeds what can be formed naturally; it is clearly manipulated by humans!

The towering yellow sand was like a golden tsunami, obscuring the sky and the sun.

It seemed poised to completely devour the entire Sand Village!

And at the very top of that sandstorm.

Several proud figures could be vaguely seen.

"Enemy attack!! High alert!!"

Granny Chiyo screamed at the top of her lungs.

The voice was filled with despair.

She simply couldn't understand how an attack of that scale could have approached the village so silently.

What about the border guard posts?

But her orders were meaningless.

The terrifying sandstorm surged up to the arena almost instantly.

The resulting gale made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes or stand steadily.

However, the anticipated devastating impact did not materialize.

The towering sandstorm suddenly stopped directly above the arena.

Then, as if it had a life of its own, it slowly contracted and condensed towards the center.

It eventually transformed into a massive pillar of sand.

It crashed down in the center of the field with a loud thud.

This is the very place where Gaara disappeared before!

The sandstorm slowly dissipated, revealing the figures within.

The person in the lead was slightly thin and carried a huge gourd.

He had striking short red hair, a cold and stern face, and icy anger burning in his blue eyes...

Who else could it be but Gaara?

But he was no longer the prisoner chained in shackles, at the mercy of others.

At this moment, he was surrounded by a light dust.

It exudes a powerful and dangerous aura.

It's like the return of a desert king!

Behind him, like ghosts, stood several figures dressed in uniform black outfits and wearing strange masks.

Their aura was cold and silent, as if they were merely part of the background.

Yet it also gives people a feeling of extreme danger.

Like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

The entire arena fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the young Kazekage, who should have been executed but had returned in such a shocking way in the center of the arena, their minds blank.

Temari covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

It was shock, it was ecstasy, and it was utterly incomprehensible.

Granny Chiyo and Ebizo were ashen-faced and trembling all over.

It was as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The Daimyo's envoy pointed a trembling finger at Gaara, as if he wanted to say something...

Di Yan put his arm around Temari's shoulder and looked down at Gaara and the black-clad men behind him, who seemed to have descended from the heavens like divine warriors.

A genuinely satisfied smile, one that suggested he had everything under control, finally appeared on his lips.

The real show is about to begin.

But he was always the director.

.......