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

Even the Blue Beast of Konoha has become his absolutely loyal puppet?

This man...

The power and methods he wields.

It was far more terrifying and bizarre than she had imagined!

Despair is like the deepest darkness.

It completely shattered the last vestiges of the Sand Village elder's defenses.

Di Yan didn't even glance back at the interception and battle behind him.

It was as if all of this was within his expectations.

He merely tilted his head slightly and said calmly to Temari, who was staring in disbelief and whose body was ice-cold:

"Let's go."

"The dust here will settle soon."

His pace remained unhurried.

With Temari by his side, he slowly walked out of the blood-soaked square.

Behind him, the sounds of a fierce battle erupted between Might Guy and Granny Chiyo.

And the final, desperate lament of the die-hards of the old Sunagakure village.

A new order is always built on the ruins of the old one.

And Di Yan was the most ruthless and cold-blooded founder.

Di Yan's steps did not falter in the slightest.

He seemed completely oblivious to the bloody battle raging in the arena behind him.

His goal was clear...the Wind Shadow's office.

That will be his new command center in Sunagakure.

It is also a symbolic landmark that heralds the end of the old era and the beginning of the new era.

Temari led the way with mixed feelings.

Looking at the empty streets and closed doors and windows along the way, she felt a mix of emotions.

Sunagakure, her hometown, is undergoing an unprecedented upheaval.

She herself became the one who led this transformation.

The door to Fengying's office was pushed open.

The interior furnishings were indeed quite similar to the Hokage's office in Konoha, both dignified and practical.

Portraits of historical figures are hung on the four walls.

From the first generation to the fourth generation, Rasa.

Then there's Gaara, who was just "abdicated".

Their gazes still seem to be fixed on the house, silently telling the story of Sunagakure's history.

The only one that stands out from the crowd.

It is a large, comfortable-looking genuine leather sofa placed in the center of the office.

This clashes somewhat with the overall serious style of the office.

Di Yan merely glanced at the sofa casually.

Uchiha Izumi, who was following behind him, immediately understood.

She didn't even form hand seals; only a barely perceptible fluctuation of chakra flashed in her eyes.

Those slender, delicate hands rested seemingly effortlessly on the heavy sofa.

next moment.

The huge sofa seemed to lose its weight as she lifted it steadily.

They moved silently to the front of that huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Arranged precisely at 627.

Di Yan leisurely sat down on the sofa, leaning back to find the most comfortable position.

Look out through the bright glass from this angle.

It offers a perfect view of the fierce battle taking place in the plaza below, as well as parts of Sunagakure Village further away.

The Black-Clad Gang and Gaara's Extermination Operation.

It was like a bloody drama unfolding at his feet.

He seemed like an detached spectator, enjoying the "show" he had personally directed.

After watching for a while, he seemed to remember something.

He casually raised his hand and beckoned to Temari, who was standing to the side looking uneasy.

Temari quickly stepped forward and bowed her head:

"His Majesty."

Di Yan didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window, and he casually uttered a few names.

These names all refer to the few remaining female ninjas in Sunagakure who are known for their beauty and special talents.

His meaning was self-evident...

Tell Temari to bring these people to an audience.

Temari's lips twitched involuntarily, and her expression became extremely strange.

She instantly understood Di Yan's intention.

This is not merely about summoning surrendered officials; it is probably more about... "selecting" and "accepting" them.

Thinking back on my past experiences.

And Di Yan's undisguised possessiveness and collecting obsession.

She felt a surge of helplessness and shame.

But she dared not disobey.

Now, she has no way out.

"Yes...yes, Your Majesty. I'll go right away."

Temari's voice was somewhat hoarse.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the strange feeling in her heart.

After bowing in greeting.

He turned and quickly left the office.

To carry out this task that left her with incredibly mixed feelings.

Inside the office, only Di Yan remained, along with Uchiha Izumi, who stood guard behind him like a shadow.

Outside the window, the killing continued.

Inside the window, however, there was an eerie silence.

Di Yan tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa, as if waiting for the arrival of a new "toy".

They also seem to be planning how to expand the territory of Sunagakure.

Completely incorporated into his imperial system.

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Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, slaughter and destruction unfolded like a silent film.

Might Guy's powerful physical attacks were accompanied by fragments of the puppet flying everywhere with each swing.

Gaara's control of the sand sea relentlessly swallowed Ebizo's last resistance.

The group in black resembled efficient harvesting machines.

They precisely eliminated every stubborn Sand Ninja who put up a fight.

Di Yan leaned back lazily on the sofa.

His gaze was calm and unwavering, as if he were watching a performance that had nothing to do with him.

Uchiha Izumi's slender yet strong fingers kneaded his shoulders and neck with a skillful touch, neither too light nor too heavy.

She looked at the bloody scene outside the window, then at Di Yan's indifferent expression.

After hesitating for a moment, I couldn't help but whisper the question that had been bothering me:

"Your Majesty, those people you sent Temari to find..."

"Is there any talent in this barren land of Sunagakure that you would particularly care about?"

Her tone carried a subtle hint of the arrogance that belonged to the Uchiha clan.

They clearly didn't think there could be anything truly good in a place that had nothing but sand.

Upon hearing this, Di Yan chuckled softly.

He didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window.

It was as if I had seen something interesting.

"Quan, you're mistaken."

His voice carried a hint of amusement, "Don't be fooled by the fact that this place is so poor it's just sand; when the wind blows, you can't even open your eyes..."

"But ironically, this harsh desert is exceptionally nourishing."

"Oh?"

Uchiha Izumi paused slightly in her hand movements.

Genuine curiosity shone through his magnificent Sharingan eyes.

She simply couldn't connect the word "nurturing people" with the scene of endless yellow sand outside the window.

Di Yan seemed to sense her confusion and turned his head slightly.

A meaningful smile played at the corners of his lips:

"A character forged by wind and sand is often more resilient and stubborn."

"The scarcity of water resources has taught the women here how to maximize their brilliance..."

"Like a cactus, it can bloom the most stunning flowers even in the harshest environments."

His words seemed to possess some kind of strange magic.

It begins to paint a picture that is completely different from the barren desert.

"For example... that red-haired female Jonin who is skilled in using Scorch Release and has a fiery personality like a chili pepper, Yekura."

"Although he is said to have died long ago, who knows if there will be any way to bring him back to life?"

"Even if he dies, perhaps Sunagakure will produce similar rising stars?"

"For example, that person in the Sunagakure medical department... I think her name is Ayano?"

"Although she's not very famous, her figure is in no way inferior to Hinata's."

"And that little girl next to Temari, her name is Yukata, right? She's timid, but she has a unique charm."

Di Yan casually pointed out several names and characteristics as if they were his own treasures.