At the mysterious Kara Secret Society base.
"Lord, recently many rebellious groups have emerged in the ninja world. The Five Great Nations are losing their grip, especially the Land of Lightning, which is now completely out of control."
"But the Land of Earth has undergone a complete transformation. Now, they revere the Rabbit Goddess Otsutsuki Kaguya and the Sun God Uchiha Shirou as deities. The internal reform is a complete success, and they're now broadcasting signals to the outside world…"
Sitting solemnly on a stone chair, Jigen propped his head up with a cold hand, listening to the reports from the other Kara members. His gaze, however, was icy.
"Kaguya… I didn't expect you to show yourself again. It seems you've lost your Tailed Beast power and your strength has greatly declined. Otherwise, why would you be hiding out in the Land of Earth?"
Jigen—or rather, Otsutsuki Isshiki—had once come to this planet alongside Otsutsuki Kaguya.
Originally, Kaguya was supposed to be the sacrifice for the Divine Tree, but she ambushed him, leaving him in his current predicament.
The thought of his thousand-year revenge plan filled Jigen's eyes with deep, searing hatred.
"Kaguya! Once I reclaim my body, I'll make you experience true terror!"
Thinking of his resurrection plan, Jigen's eyes grew determined.
"Kawaki not only escaped to Konoha but was taken in as a foster son by the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. Interesting! Very interesting."
The thought of his own body made Jigen smirk.
"Act according to the plan—take back my body."
"Yes, sir!"
Jigen narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back a thousand years.
He had plotted his return for a millennium, and now, success was at hand.
…
Land of Fire.
"We are all Avengers! The Hokage of Konoha killed our families. We must take revenge!"
Uzumaki Boruto roared in anger, and the group of Konoha ninjas inside the base all revealed eyes full of hatred.
They had all defected from Konoha. Previously, Nagato's Shinra Tensei killed their loved ones, but they endured it.
For Konoha! For the Will of Fire in their hearts!
But recently, their Hokage—the Seventh—went on a rampage, using the Nine-Tails' power to sweep everything aside, even firing a Tailed Beast Bomb.
Losing their families again, they could no longer bear it. With the world in chaos, they had no way out.
"We must overthrow this stubborn, old-fashioned Konoha and create a new home of our own."
Worthy of being the protagonist of a new era, Boruto's angry shouts directly cast his group as reformers, not mere renegades.
They did it all for Konoha.
"As expected of the Hokage's son."
After the rally, Boruto stepped out of the base, encountering two shadowy figures in the forest.
Seeing who had arrived, Boruto snorted. With so many rebel organizations these days, he was used to it.
"As agreed: attack Konoha."
"Fine. We only want our organization's traitor, Kawaki. As for Konoha, we never cared for it."
Out of the forest stepped two figures: the blonde girl Delta from Kara, and a burly middle-aged man, Boro.
Boruto's expression grew cold at seeing them.
Kawaki!
That name filled him with rage.
According to his intel, Konoha had indeed taken in a Kawaki, just as White Zetsu had said.
His father, Naruto Uzumaki, had taken this person in as a foster son.
The warmth Boruto had never felt was given to someone else.
"Damn it!"
Thus began a plan to bring down Konoha—a village truly plagued by disaster.
Before the Fourth Great Ninja War, Konoha suffered many setbacks. Only after much turmoil did it regain its position as the strongest in the ninja world, and now, in just over a decade, it was embroiled in chaos again.
First it was Nagato's Shinra Tensei and the Otsutsuki threat, then Naruto, the Seventh Hokage, went berserk.
Now, even the son of the Seventh Hokage had become a renegade, plotting a terror attack against Konoha.
…
Land of Earth, Temple.
"Father, this is Boruto Uzumaki's left eye."
Receiving the eye, Shirou wasted no time and immediately activated a forbidden technique—
Forbidden Jutsu: Chimera Jutsu.
A new surge of power flowed into his body, making Shirou narrow his eyes in pleasure.
"This new power isn't fully awakened yet, but it's enough. I wonder what Boruto would think if he knew he'd given up this power."
With a mocking smile, Shirou now owned the Jōgan's power, while Boruto had his sights set on an ordinary Sharingan.
Though, with Senju cells and emotions fueling it, it had evolved to Mangekyo—but only just.
"Father, we still don't know what Boruto's Mangekyo ability is."
"No matter. We'll find out soon enough."
Shirou's calm smile prompted Black Zetsu to nod knowingly.
"Yes, Father. Just as you predicted, Boruto is desperate, seeking revenge. According to our spies, he's already made contact with Kara members.
He's preparing the Konoha Collapse Plan, starting with an attack on the Sand Village, kidnapping the Fifth Kazekage Gaara to draw out Konoha's forces…"
Hearing the detailed plan, Shirou couldn't help but nod and smile.
"Looks like that brat Boruto has some brains—though not much. At least he knows to use Gaara to lure out Konoha's power, and Naruto himself might come to rescue Gaara."
After all, everyone knew of the bond between Gaara, the Fifth Kazekage, and Naruto, the Seventh Hokage.
Back when Akatsuki captured Gaara, it was Naruto who led the angry Konoha rescue team.
Black Zetsu nodded. "Father, most of the Konoha renegades under Boruto hate Naruto, not the village itself.
If they attack the village, some might waver. But don't worry—with me here…"
He smiled wickedly.
"Once war breaks out, it won't be up to them. Konoha will be plunged into war again, and the real culprit will be their Hokage, Naruto."
"Good. I'll leave the rest to you."
Shirou narrowed his eyes in a smile. The great drama of the ninja world was about to begin.
Jigen! No, Otsutsuki Isshiki must be fully revived for his plan to succeed.
After all, in his eyes, Isshiki was just a walking chakra fruit.
"Oh, Father, about that other Otsutsuki you mentioned, there's recent intel from the Land of Wind."
Black Zetsu suddenly remembered and seriously reported the latest findings.
Shirou smiled at the news.
Otsutsuki Urashiki, the so-called disgrace of the clan, had been hiding for a long time.
…
…
A train from Konoha to the Land of Wind clattered along the tracks.
Despite the chaos, the past decade had seen remarkable development, especially the railway between the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire, built under the Seventh Hokage's leadership.
The trains made resource transport between the lands much easier.
That day, in a luxurious, sealed carriage—
The wet, obscene sounds of slurping and sucking filled the air. Shirou sat regally, his muscular thighs spread wide as Temari knelt between them, her lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling his skin as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
"Princess Temari of the Land of Wind," Shirou purred, his voice husky with arousal, "you seem reluctant to leave Konoha and return home. Or perhaps you'll just miss the thick, juicy fruit of the Land of Fire?" He emphasized his point by thrusting his hips upward, forcing his cock deeper into her warm, willing mouth.
Temari's cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. She pulled back with a lewd 'pop', her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum.
"Lord Shirou," she gasped, her voice breathy and filled with desire, "Konoha is too unstable now. I can't stay any longer. Returning home is the best way to help you." Her hand continued to stroke his slick length as she spoke, unable to resist the temptation of his magnificent cock.
"Is that so?" Shirou's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he observed the burning ambition in Temari's gaze. He never feared ambitious women—only those who had given up. With a gentle yet commanding touch, he stroked Temari's golden hair, guiding her mouth back to his aching member.
Temari eagerly engulfed him once more, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper. She moaned around his girth, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure up Shirou's spine. Between slurps and gasps for air, she mumbled the latest intel.
"Gaara has gone to the Daimyo's palace," she managed between licks and sucks. "According to reports, our train will meet his tonight..." Her words trailed off as she focused on pleasuring Shirou, her head bobbing faster, taking him to the back of her throat.
Shirou's breath hitched as he felt the tight squeeze of Temari's throat. He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements as he started to thrust more forcefully into her mouth. "Such a good girl," he growled, his hips bucking erratically.
Temari's eyes watered as she struggled to accommodate his size, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, her hand cupping and massaging his balls as she sucked him with renewed vigor. The carriage rocked with their passionate movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with their moans of pleasure.
"Fuck, Temari," Shirou grunted, feeling his release approaching. "I'm going to cum. Swallow it all."
With a final, powerful thrust, Shirou exploded in Temari's mouth. Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat as she struggled to swallow every drop. Some escaped, dribbling down her chin as she continued to suck and milk his pulsing cock.
Panting heavily, Shirou finally released his grip on Temari's hair. She slowly pulled back, licking her lips to catch any stray drops of his seed. Her eyes, glazed with lust and adoration, met his as she wiped her chin clean.
"Delicious as always, Lord Shirou," she purred, a mischievous smile playing on her cum-stained lips. "Shall we continue our... strategic planning?"
Shirou's answering grin was wolfish as he pulled Temari onto his lap, his hands already roaming her curves. "Oh yes, my ambitious little princess. We've only just begun..."
Temari braced herself against the carriage wall, her breath coming in short, excited gasps as Shirou moved behind her. His strong hands gripped her hips, slowly raising her long skirt to reveal her shapely legs and the curve of her ass. Temari shivered as the cool air hit her skin, her anticipation building.
"Such a naughty princess," Shirou growled, his fingers tracing the edge of Temari's lacy panties. "Already so wet for me." He hooked a finger under the fabric, sliding it to the side to expose her glistening pussy lips.
Temari moaned softly as Shirou's skilled fingers teased her entrance, circling her clit before plunging inside. "Ahh... Lord Shirou!" she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that special spot inside her that made her see stars.
When Temari was dripping wet and trembling with need, Shirou withdrew his fingers. He brought them to his lips, savoring her taste with a low groan.
Shirou pressed the thick head of his cock against Temari's slick entrance, rubbing it up and down her slit. Temari whimpered, pushing back against him. "Please, Lord Shirou," she begged. "I need you inside me!"
With a powerful thrust, Shirou buried himself to the hilt in Temari's tight, wet heat. They both cried out in pleasure, Temari's walls clenching around his throbbing length. "Fuck, you're so tight," Shirou grunted, gripping her hips tightly as he began to move.
Their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the carriage. Temari's moans grew louder with each thrust, her breasts bouncing as Shirou pounded into her from behind. "Yes! Yes! Harder, Lord Shirou!" she cried, lost in ecstasy.
Shirou's pace became more erratic as he felt his release approaching. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside Temari and came hard, flooding her womb with his hot seed. Temari gasped at the sensation, her own orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure.
But Shirou was far from done. He spun Temari around, lifting her onto his lap as he sat back on the plush carriage seat. "Ride me, my little sand princess," he commanded, his cock already hardening again inside her.
Temari eagerly complied, bouncing up and down on Shirou's thick shaft. Her head thrown back in pleasure, she moaned wantonly as Shirou's hands kneaded her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
They fucked like animals in heat, changing positions again and again. Shirou took her against the carriage wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. He bent her over the seat, spanking her ass red as he pounded into her from behind. He even laid her on the floor, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her with deep, powerful strokes.
Temari lost count of her orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Her body was a quivering mess of sensation, completely at Shirou's mercy. "Please, Lord Shirou," she begged between gasps. "Fill me up again! I want to feel your cum inside me!"
With a primal roar, Shirou obliged, emptying another hot load deep inside Temari's well-fucked pussy. She cried out in ecstasy, her walls milking every last drop from his pulsing cock.
…
Elsewhere, Sand ninjas in other carriages looked grim.
"Lady Temari works so hard. She's done so much for our village, and now Konoha's a mess."
"Damn the Nara clan! Their clan head died and they ostracized Lady Temari."
"If Konoha won't have us, someone else will."
"Hmph, Konoha is doomed."
"Lady Temari's abilities are obvious to all. We know how much the village grew under her."
"Yes, once she's back, we'll recover quickly."
"Alright, save your energy. At midnight, our train will rendezvous with the Kazekage's, then we go to the Daimyo's palace together."
"Yes!"
Sand ninjas in each carriage angrily discussed Konoha.
Over the years, Konoha had bought strategic resources like gold dust at low prices from the Land of Wind, yet acted as if they were doing the Sand Village a favor.
If not for their Kazekage and Princess Temari mediating, business wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
While they thought their princess worked hard, Temari was, in fact, in the air-conditioned carriage, tired but satisfied.
…
Under the night sky, in another carriage, Gaara frowned at the intel in his hand.
"Kazekage-sama, Lady Temari was driven out of Konoha, especially by the Nara clan. They're despicable!"
A Sand ninja spoke angrily. This time, Gaara fell silent.
After all, she was his sister, and she had been driven out.
Her letters over the years revealed her situation, especially her resentment toward Shikamaru Nara and Naruto's alliance.
"Maybe it's for the best that Shikamaru is dead."
For the first time, Gaara felt a bit relieved. To him, Naruto was his only true bond in Konoha.
Everyone else was only connected to him because of Naruto.
"But Naruto isn't having an easy time either."
Reading the intel about Naruto's rampage, Gaara fell silent.
"Well, the whole ninja world is struggling. Let's get through this crisis first."
Facing his subordinates, Gaara waved tiredly. It was a chaotic time.
Even in his heart, he never blamed Naruto—why had he been so impulsive, printing trillions of Ryo and triggering all this chaos?
His frustration was more with Konoha: so many people and no one had helped Naruto.
Naruto must have been extremely lonely. If even one person had helped, the crisis might have been avoided.
Just as Gaara worried for Naruto, as the other Sand ninja left, a spatial rift slowly opened.
Stepping from the rift was a figure with a high ponytail, no eyebrows, two dots on their forehead, and two horn-like headbands—a clear member of the Otsutsuki clan.
Especially with white eyes, white clothing, a red glowing fish basket, and a glowing rod—this could only be an Otsutsuki.
Seeing the figure, Gaara was shocked.
Another Otsutsuki!