Based on Princess Renner's age and the spring–summer climate recorded in historical notes, Uchiha Soren could roughly estimate the exact time and location where the guild Ainz Ooal Gown would cross into this world.
It should be within these next two months.
"The situation in the Katze Plains must be monitored constantly.
According to Shrine Maiden Momiji's prophecy, a true great battle will erupt there—a place where countless strong individuals will fall."
Soren mildly altered Momiji's original prophecy before relaying it to the others.
The shrine maiden clan of Oni-nin Village—now officially an Uchiha clan-affiliated priestess line—was already known throughout the shinobi world for their terrifying ability to foresee death.
Understanding this, Uchiha Baru stiffened his expression and replied:
"Understood. I will assign elite Uchiha shinobi to lead search teams and increase patrol density over the Katze Plains."
"Do not be deceived by how weak this world appears. Beneath the surface is a depth yet unseen.
The true apex powerhouses here are not inferior to super-Kage level.
All of you must take this seriously."
Soren's quiet, meaningful warning made the senior officers of the Southeastern Ninja Army straighten their backs in solemnity.
After a few more formal instructions, Baru and his group departed to resume military duties.
Soren then left with the Four Weapons to look for a mount he had taken interest in.
Empire–Rain Village Warfront
The two armies were stationed roughly twenty kilometers apart.
Rain Village had erected a well-structured fortress camp using elite earth-style ninjutsu.
The Empire, taking advantage of defensive terrain, was reinforcing its city walls with continuous rounds of magic.
Inside the main hall of the fortress city, the Bloody Emperor listened to a knight's report.
"Your Majesty, the enemy's numbers are far fewer than ours, but their strength surpasses us greatly."
The speaker wore pitch-black armor—Nimble Arc Dale Anoch, the Imperial noble knight known as Tempest, one of the empire's famed Four Knights.
Unlike the questionably titled "Four Weapons," the Four Knights were genuine legends—each having reached the Heroic Realm, the highest martial tier among humans. Though technically equivalent in authority to generals, they were selected solely by personal strength, not birth or loyalty.
Yet due to the Bloody Emperor's charisma, three of them admired him greatly.
"Two of my fellow knights have already fallen to the enemy commander, Hanzo of the Salamander.
Lady Lenessia's morale is wavering as well."
Nimble's voice carried grief.
The Bloody Emperor, Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix, rose from his throne.
Clad in enchanted lightweight armor, a crown resting upon his head, and a mantle woven from magical beast hide, he placed a steadying hand on Nimble's shoulder.
"Do not fear. As long as I remain, all will be well."
His tone was gentle but resolute.
As always, Jircniv's calm composure—his ability to act as though everything was under control—helped Nimble regain confidence instantly.
"Tell Lenessia this:
The Empire will prevail. If she wishes to defect, she is welcome to try—though she will not enjoy the consequences."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Nimble bowed deeply.
"Now, let us analyze our strength against the enemy—"
Jircniv halted mid-sentence.
A half-oval, translucent magical gate rose silently from the floor.
He smiled.
"Perfect timing. Master Fluder has returned from scouting the enemy."
Fifth-Tier Magic: Teleportation.
Only one man in the Empire was capable of casting it.
From the gate stepped an elderly man—white hair flowing, a beard nearly half his height, spirit sharp despite his age. His wrinkled face carried wisdom, and he wore loose white robes, a crystalline pendant, and ten magical rings, one on each finger.
"I have returned, Your Majesty."
Fluder Paradyne's eyes gleamed with piercing intelligence as he glanced at Jircniv and Nimble before sitting down.
"I bring both good news and bad news.
Which would Your Majesty like first?"
Having lived more than two centuries and served seven emperors, Fluder spoke with the authoritative air of a lifelong teacher.
"Good or bad, I will face them both.
Speak freely, Master Fluder."
Jircniv leaned back calmly as Nimble stood at attention.
Fluder's eyes softened with appreciation—none of the six previous emperors could compare to this young sovereign.
He began:
"The enemy has over three thousand shinobi stationed at the front.
Their average strength is at least that of a Gold-rank adventurer.
And their leader, Hanzo of the Salamander…
Even this old man would be no match for him."
"Even you cannot defeat him?"
Jircniv's gaze flickered.
Nimble's eyes widened—he had grown up hearing tales of Fluder's unmatched prowess.
Fluder continued:
"The enemy's entire system resembles a refined form of the 'ninja' profession.
If they exchanged magic blasts with me, this old man might still stand a chance.
But if they resort to assassination…"
Suddenly—
Fluder's expression sharpened.
"Sixth-Tier Magic: Dominate Person!"
Three of his rings began glowing—warning, detection, and location spells all activating at once.
In an instant, several Rain Village elite jōnin—already lurking in the shadows of the hall—were exposed.
Before they could even react, Fluder's modified spell—born from Sixth-Tier Undead Summon and Fifth-Tier Undead Control—took full effect.
Five elite jōnin froze where they stood.
"What—!?"
Nimble stumbled back in shock, sword half-drawn, only to realize those enemies—whose aura rivaled Heroic Realm warriors—had been rendered motionless.
He turned to Fluder with awe bordering on reverence.
Fluder sighed.
"Cripple their limbs, dislocate their jaws.
Do not let them commit suicide."
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