Chapter 102: The Mandate of Ambition
The ruins of the Suna outpost faded into the distance behind Ren, a smudge of dust and painful memories. He had left Shikamaru, Kankuro, and the severely weakened Naruto without a backward glance. Their survival was irrelevant to his goals; they were pieces on a board he no longer had to play against directly. For now.
As he moved with swift, ground-eating strides across the wind-scoured plains of the Land of Wind, his mind was not on the past, but on the future. The success of his mission replayed in his mind: the Eternal Mangekyō, a power that banished the fear of blindness forever; the integration of Hashirama's cells granting him the legendary Wood Style; and now, the captured, swirling essence of the Nine-Tails' chakra, safely stored away.
He had achieved everything he had set out to do. More.
The original, burning purpose that had fueled his every action since awakening in this world—revenge against Danzo and the Konoha elders for the Uchiha massacre—now felt… small. Attainable. With the power thrumming in his veins, he could walk into Konoha and tear the heart out of their corrupt system with relative ease. But then what?
The question echoed in the silent spaces of his thoughts. Vengeance was a destination, not a journey. What came after the blood was spilled and the ghosts were laid to rest? He was a marked man, an S-rank rogue ninja wanted by Konoha and now a confirmed enemy of Sunagakure. There was no peaceful village life waiting for him. And on the horizon loomed far greater threats: the shadowy machinations of the Akatsuki, the specter of Uchiha Obito, and the apocalyptic plans of the legendary Madara Uchiha himself. Men who would see his powerful eyes not as a person's, but as a resource to be collected.
A slow, cold smile spread across his face, unseen by anyone but the vast, empty sky. *They all see the world as their chessboard. They believe they are the only players. They believe pieces like me exist only to be captured or sacrificed.*
A surge of defiant pride, cold and sharp, washed through him. *I have been given a second chance in this world, armed with knowledge and a power that can rival any Kekkei Genkai. I will not be a pawn in someone else's endgame. I will not hide. If this world only understands power, then I will amass such power that the very earth will tremble. I will stand above them all—not as a savior, not as a destroyer, but as the undisputed ruler. The entire shinobi world will kneel.*
As if his very resolve had triggered a latent mechanism, a familiar, sterile voice spoke directly into his consciousness.
***Ding!***
**System Mandate Initiated.**
**Hidden Ultimate Quest Unlocked: 'Sovereign of the Shinobi World'.**
**Objective: Attain absolute supremacy and establish unchallenged rule over the entire Ninja World.**
**Time Limit: Ten (10) Years.**
**Rewards upon Success: 'Heart of the World' Artifact. 1,000,000 System Points. Ten (10) Premium Lottery Draws.**
**Penalty for Failure: All system-acquired abilities will be permanently revoked. Host's System Points will be set to -500,000.**
**Note: This is a Mandatory Primary Quest. Acceptance is non-negotiable.**
Ren didn't even break stride. A dark, triumphant laugh escaped his lips, swallowed by the howling wind. *Mandatory? It was inevitable. The system merely acknowledges the path I have already chosen. This is not a chain; it is a declaration of war on the status quo.*
His destination was now clear. Otogakure, the Village Hidden in the Sound. Orochimaru's den of snakes and sin. It was not a home. It was not a refuge. It was a foundation. A place to build his power base, to research without interference, and to use the snake Sannin's vast resources for his own ends. It would be the crucible where his empire would be forged.
He pushed on, reaching a small, dusty town on the border by nightfall. He took a room, slept a dreamless sleep, and was moving again at first light.
He hadn't traveled more than a few miles beyond the town's outskirts when his heightened senses prickled. Four presences, moving with professional stealth, had been tracking him since his departure. Their chakra signatures were disciplined, sharp—Jōnin-level, without a doubt. And the style of their movement, the faint scent of dry sand that clung to them… Suna shinobi.
They moved to intercept him, fanning out with practiced efficiency to cut off any escape route. Four against one. They were confident.
One of them, a man with a scar across his nose and the arrogant bearing of a squad leader, stepped forward. "You! Identify yourself! Are you the Konoha rogue, Uchiha Ren? Or the missing-nin Uchiha Sasuke?"
Ren almost laughed. The sheer, mundane stupidity of the question was breathtaking. "Why don't you take a guess?" he replied, his voice laced with bored mockery.
Another ninja, a woman with cold eyes, spat on the ground. "It doesn't matter which one he is! Both are Konoha's S-class criminals. And this one," she said, jutting her chin at Ren, "is the one who attacked our outpost and kidnapped our comrades. We take him now. Konoha can have what's left after we're done with him."
"Agreed," grunted another. "He won't slip away this time."
The scarred leader nodded, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "Heh. S-class or not, you're outnumbered. Consider this your unlucky day. Now, come quietly, or we'll make this painful."
The leader lunged, kunai flashing in the morning sun. The others held back, watching, certain the fight was already over.
They were right. It was.
Ren's patience, already thin, evaporated. "Insects," he muttered.
In the space between one heartbeat and the next, his eyes shifted. The familiar three tomoe vanished, replaced by the intricate, terrifying pattern of his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
The charging Suna ninja froze mid-step. His eyes widened in shock and sudden, searing agony. To him, to all four of them, the world vanished. They were no longer on a windy plain. They were trapped in a dark, featureless space. With brutal, psychic force, they felt massive, phantom wooden stakes slam through their limbs and torsos, pinning them to an invisible rack. The pain was excruciatingly vivid, a perfect illusion crafted by the supreme ocular genjutsu: the Demonic Illusion: Tree Binding Death.
In the real world, their bodies went rigid. Their weapons fell from nerveless fingers. They stood frozen, eyes wide and unseeing, trapped in a nightmare of their own nervous systems, utterly paralyzed.
Ren didn't even slow down. He walked past their motionless forms, not granting them a second glance. They were already dead to him. The genjutsu would hold them until their minds broke or their bodies succumbed to thirst and exposure. Their fate was irrelevant.
He had a world to conquer.
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