The Nuclear World.
For those living in relatively developed countries—
The most talked-about topic in recent days was none other than the World Cup, which had just concluded on June 30.
People went about their lives amid the bustling crowds.
The citizens of Japan were no different. To them, today was no different from yesterday or the day before—just another ordinary day.
Yet, none of them knew that pairs of eyes from another world were watching them from the shadows.
"What a world completely devoid of tension. The people here live in such peace that I almost feel reluctant to shatter such a beautiful atmosphere."
At the top of a high-rise building in Tokyo's Chūō Ward, Ginza 6-chōme,
Four figures stood side by side, gazing down upon the lively streets below.
They were shinobi of Umigakure.
"Remember your position and identity. We are shinobi."
Uchiha Tekka's voice was cold as he glanced at the woman.
"And besides, being ruled by the World Government isn't necessarily a bad thing for this world. At the very least, when they attempt something foolish, there's someone to step in, stop it, and deal with it."
The kunoichi nodded in agreement. "That's true. The conflicts between the nations of this world are far from few."
She said no more, knowing full well she could never stop the World Government's conquest plan.
Their exchange ended there.
By this time, it had already been two weeks since they had come here through the "World Gate."
At the same time, every five days, Louise would open the Gate, sending in batches of shinobi teams who then dispersed using invisibility techniques to hide across the land.
The North American military stationed at Yokosuka Port remained utterly oblivious.
The entire Yokosuka Port base had already been quietly taken over and was now under surveillance by the newly arrived shinobi.
Meanwhile, Yamanaka Inoichi, Uchiha Tekka, and the others had moved on to the political heart of Japan—
Tokyo.
One could say that Japan's military, political, and industrial heart already lay virtually in the shinobi's grasp, ready to be crushed at a single order.
And this was only the beginning.
More operatives would be sent, more places infiltrated.
Nor was Japan their sole target—shinobi had already been dispatched to other nations.
For Uchiha Tekka and his group, the task now was simply to wait.
Once everything was prepared, they would coordinate with General Golden Lion's forces and seize control of the situation in the shortest time possible.
"Captain, it's almost twelve o'clock. What do you think?"
At that moment, Yamanaka Kōsuke adjusted his glasses.
"All right. Let's find a place to eat."
Uchiha Tekka knew exactly what he was hinting at—lunch.
Over these past days, they had gotten a taste of modern cuisine, and now, whenever mealtime came around, they would transform their appearances and head to different restaurants.
Before long, the four of them—three men and one woman, looking perfectly ordinary—were strolling down a bustling street lined with shops and endless traffic, chatting and laughing naturally as they debated what to eat for lunch.
It was obvious they had already grown comfortable in this environment.
Hyūga Kōryō was just about to address Uchiha Tekka when he suddenly noticed both him and Yakura had come to an abrupt stop.
He and Yamanaka Kōsuke exchanged bewildered looks, not understanding.
Then, following their companions' line of sight, their own expressions froze instantly.
At the intersection ahead, where the traffic lights stood, the air itself had begun to distort, faintly shimmering with rainbow light.
Most of the surrounding civilians hadn't yet noticed the change. Only a handful of people were glancing upward with puzzled faces, rubbing their eyes as if doubting their own vision.
But Uchiha Tekka, Yakura, Yamanaka Kōsuke, and Hyūga Kōryō would never think that way.
"Captain, could it be that someone has cast a genjutsu here?"
Yamanaka Kōsuke leaned closer to Tekka and whispered.
Then he couldn't resist muttering, "If it is, this level of illusion is pathetic. Who would it fool?"
Uchiha Tekka and Yakura exchanged a look, each seeing hesitation mirrored in the other's eyes.
They both suspected it might be the work of their own.
But that would be idiotic!
Their top priority right now was to stay hidden.
A surge of anger rose within Uchiha Tekka.
By now, more and more passersby were stopping in their tracks, gazing upward with curiosity or astonishment.
Up in the sky, the outline of a structure was gradually becoming visible—its surface like fragile bubble-film, glowing in prismatic hues as sunlight struck it.
"Find them!"
"Use the Byakugan and locate whoever is responsible!"
Uchiha Tekka could no longer restrain himself. Lowering his voice, he gave the order to Hyūga Kōryō.
He was going to find out who dared to act so recklessly!
...
At Ginza Avenue, Sixth Block, a large crowd of men and women gathered, staring at the stone hall that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the intersection.
The stone hall was tall and massive, blocking the entire avenue and cutting off traffic from all directions.
Its design was peculiar: gray-white walls inlaid with ice-blue crystals, and within, a darkness so deep it seemed filled with drifting black smoke.
The crowd chattered noisily, craning their necks and looking around, trying to spot the cameras or crew they imagined must be nearby.
Uchiha Tekka and Yakura's group of four had already realized something was off.
This was not a genjutsu cast by shinobi.
There were no other ninja nearby. So how did this appear? Who created it?
Suddenly—
A rough, guttural roar echoed from within the stone hall.
Then, before the crowd's eyes, a black shadow swept swiftly overhead.
But Uchiha Tekka and the others were the first to see its form clearly.
It was a flying dragon, its belly a dusky yellow, its back and wings a deep blue.
Upon it rode a knight clad in full silver-gray armor, a crimson cloak draped across his shoulders, a long lance in hand, his cold gaze sweeping over the people below.
By now, everyone could see the figure clearly, and exclamations erupted throughout the crowd.
Yet no one showed panic or fear. No one even thought of running away.
Instead, they all pulled out their phones and switched on the cameras.
Clearly, they thought it was some sort of event.
As for the dragon, perhaps it was created with some kind of virtual projection?
But no one believed it was a real dragon.
At least, not until some people who had been splashed by the dragon's dripping saliva stood there dumbfounded.
That warmth… that stench of blood and rot… this didn't feel like an illusion at all.
[Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!]
Before the crowd could fully react to the appearance of the dragon rider—
Another sound came rumbling from within the stone hall.
This time it was not a roar, but orderly, dense, and heavy footsteps… mixed with the sound of hooves?
By now, Uchiha Tekka and Yakura's group had already begun retreating quietly.
The Hyūga shinobi had just whispered to them that inside, a full force of cavalry, infantry, and archers was marching out. And not only that—there were also many beastmen clad in fur, creatures of all kinds.
In short, something very strange.
They decided it was best to hide in the shadows and observe first.
Meanwhile, the other civilians were watching as, from the stone hall, emerged a line of ancient soldiers—each with a square iron shield in the left hand, a steel-tipped spear in the right, crimson cloaks flowing from their backs.
And behind them came a group of grimacing figures—humanoid monsters of all shapes and kinds.
Thanks to Japan's highly developed manga industry, many people instantly recognized the classic figures among them.
Green-skinned, pointy-eared goblins wielding clubs; gray-blue trolls with drool dripping from their mouths; pig-headed men and dog-headed men armed with swords and knives.
And behind them—
Another group marched out: cavalry units whose very warhorses were clad in iron armor!
"Uh…"
"What is this? Cosplay?"
"Now that you mention it, there is a convention nearby… but isn't this a little too realistic? Especially those monsters."
In truth, many were already sensing that something was wrong.
But their rationality, their common sense, kept reminding them that this must be fake—a large-scale performance, nothing more.
If that were the case, wouldn't panicking and running make them the butt of everyone's jokes?
So very few people tried to flee. Most stayed where they were, staring at the army before them, with its fantastical, medieval style.
Until—
Two soldiers on the opposite side raised golden-decorated ivory horns and blew.
A deep, blaring sound reverberated.
The note rang out across the entire plaza, which had somehow fallen into complete silence.
The sound made everyone jolt upright. But before they could react, they saw something that chilled their blood.
Three rows of soldiers had marched out, bows drawn and arrows nocked, aiming skyward.
Were they about to volley fire?
Faces twisted with disbelief and dread.
The archers said nothing. They simply released.
A storm of arrows tore into the sky, the whistling flight sounding like the mocking laughter of death itself.
"Run!!!"
"They're serious—they're going to kill us!!!"
Men, women, the old, the young—all at once broke down and bolted, stampeding toward the intersection at Fifth Block.
But it was already too late.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Ghhhaaah—"
"Nooo!"
Screams and wails overlapped with the sickening thuds of arrows punching into flesh, filling every corner of the plaza.
Well-dressed men and women of the city fell one after another, their bodies soaking in the blood that spread beneath them.
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