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The journey to Astapor was, in a word, boring.
After leaving the city of Lhazar, they headed south, skirting the Red Mountains.
They had to cross the Red Waste, a vast, arid, and suffocating expanse that stretched for hundreds of miles.
After crossing it, they continued riding until they reached the Skahazadhan River, which flowed toward Meereen and emptied into Slaver's Bay.
As they had no business in Meereen, Satoru decided to go around it.
The time would come to take Meereen by force, but not now. It wasn't necessary, and it would be a ridiculous waste of time and resources.
Daenerys, for her part, preferred to avoid any patrols from Meereen or Yunkai along the way.
But Satoru didn't share her concern. Although he chose to ignore Meereen, he did not do the same with its patrols.
Several of them crossed his path, and Satoru did not hesitate to strike with the full force of his Dothraki army.
He left no witnesses.
Each skirmish was brief, brutal, and decisive.
It didn't matter how prepared the men of Meereen were: they were no match for the Dothraki's savagery.
He had told Daenerys more than once that time was of the essence. They had to reach Astapor as soon as possible and prepare their path toward Westeros.
Although, for now, he hadn't explained why.
After leaving Meereen behind, they continued riding south, following the coast until they finally reached Astapor.
During the journey, Satoru and Daenerys took the time to get to know each other better.
Since they first met, they hadn't had a chance for a deep conversation, and this long trip became the perfect moment.
Daenerys was especially interested in where Satoru came from.
He had no qualms about telling her about his world: the Ninja World, the Elemental Nations, and the village of Konoha.
He also explained what chakra was, a topic that immediately caught Daenerys's attention.
And when he revealed that, by being part of his nobility, she could also use chakra, her eyes lit up.
Excited, she asked him to teach her.
Satoru agreed and helped her feel and activate her chakra circulation system for the first time.
However, she still didn't know that she could choose a skill, item, or knowledge from the other worlds Satoru had unlocked.
Satoru had decided to omit that detail for the time being.
He knew, better than anyone, that giving someone too much power at once—even if it was Daenerys—wasn't a good idea.
But he planned to tell her soon...
She needed power. Real power.
Not the borrowed strength of allies or followers, but the kind of power that no one could take from her.
The kind of power that would allow her to protect herself... and never depend on anyone again.
...
Upon arriving in Astapor, Satoru asked Daenerys to send some of her men to request an audience with Kraznys mo Nakloz, one of the city's most prominent slaver nobles, known for his trade in Unsullied.
"May I know your plans first, husband?" asked Daenerys, watching him closely.
Satoru smiled calmly, nodding in agreement.
"Not counting the North and Dorne, which are too far to react in time when war breaks out, Robert Baratheon can raise an army of about 100 to 120 thousand men under his banner."
Daenerys held her breath upon hearing the figure. It wasn't just a numerical difference. It was an overwhelming disadvantage.
"We barely reach 50,000, Dany. If we want a real chance, we need more than willpower. We need a disciplined and loyal army."
What Satoru didn't mention—because it wasn't necessary—was that he alone would be enough to take the Seven Kingdoms if he truly wished to.
Daenerys herself could achieve it very soon, if she truly desired it.
But acquiring the Unsullied wasn't just a matter of increasing their numbers; it was about building a reputation. Getting the world to start talking about Daenerys Targaryen, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And above all, so that she could gain allies and support in her fight for the throne.
The Unsullied were much more than soulless soldiers. Once freed, they would be devoted to Daenerys with a loyalty that neither gold nor fear could buy.
They would fight and die for her... without hesitation.
That's why he had decided from the start that they would be part of her army.
Satoru hadn't come to Astapor only for the Unsullied.
There was another reason just as important.
Missandei.
A young slave who served as a translator for Kraznys mo Nakloz, but who was destined for much more. She would become Daenerys's right hand, her most loyal advisor, and her closest friend.
Satoru wasn't about to let that change.
He intended to free her from her master, and along with her, also her brothers: Marselen and Mossador.
Both Marselen and Mossador had been taken from their home in Naath and, since then, brutally trained to become Unsullied.
Like their fellow soldiers, they had been molded to obey without question, to kill without hesitation, to die without fear. But Satoru knew something more: once freed, their loyalty would belong not to a master, but to someone who offered more than orders... someone who offered them dignity.
And that person would be Daenerys.
She would give them a new purpose. And they, in return, would protect her with every breath, every wound, and if necessary, with their own lives.
Any protection was too little when it came to his wife.
"But husband... from what I understand, Kraznys mo Nakloz only possesses eight thousand fully trained Unsullied," said Daenerys, frowning as she calculated mentally. Her gaze turned serious. "Even with them, Westeros would still have the numerical advantage."
Not even by adding the children still in training could they match the scale of the armies Robert Baratheon could summon. The balance remained tilted against them.
"Perhaps we should be patient," she continued, her voice softer but full of conviction. "We could focus our efforts on gathering all the Dothraki. If we manage to unite them into a single Khalasar... we could form the greatest Dothraki army the world has ever seen. Over a hundred thousand riders..."
Satoru smiled, gently caressing Daenerys's cheek. She was smart.
"If we didn't have dragons, that would no doubt be the path to choose."
Daenerys frowned at his words.
"My dragons are still too small to send into battle..." she reminded him, seriously.
"Who said anything about your dragons?" Satoru replied, amused.
Then, Daenerys understood. She remembered that more than once, Satoru had spoken to her of a world full of dragons. Hundreds of different species, of all sizes, some with unique abilities.
Seeing the look she gave him, Satoru knew she had gotten the message.
"I can gather an entire army of dragons under my command when the time comes. Trust me."
He already had a clear plan: after securing the Unsullied, he would make a quick trip to the world of How to Train Your Dragon.
"An army of dragons..." Daenerys murmured, picturing the scene. Her voice was soft, almost a sigh. "What a beautiful image that must be."