Three days later.
Under the night sky, the lights of Konoha still burned brightly.
But compared to the usual liveliness, tonight there was an undeniable tension on everyone's faces.
Not long ago, a notification had gone out to all.
Uchiha Mirai, the Emperor himself, had decided to mark everyone with a special imprint in order to protect the shinobi world.
Through these imprints, they would be able to channel their chakra directly to him.
The announcement had stressed that the process would be painless—simply a precaution to avoid unnecessary panic.
Even so, many couldn't help but glance up at the moon from time to time, seeking some comfort from their unease.
"I'm a little nervous... Never thought I'd have a chance to do something for the Emperor."
"Hahaha... Guess we've made it, huh? I never imagined I could contribute to protecting the entire shinobi world."
"Hey, don't you think we're just being used? After all, once the imprint is on us, part of our chakra will be siphoned off every day."
"Who cares? Without the Emperor, my whole family would've died in the wars long ago. Losing a little chakra is nothing compared to that."
"Exactly. Thanks to the Emperor, we get to live peaceful lives now. Compared to that, this tiny sacrifice is meaningless."
"When the nest falls, how can any eggs remain intact? Have you forgotten how miserable life was for small countries during the old shinobi wars?"
"I don't think about it that much. Whatever the Emperor decides, I support him without question!"
Similar conversations echoed across the shinobi world.
Since Mirai had unified the lands, people everywhere were living better lives than ever before—something once thought impossible.
On top of that, Mirai's recent ascension to godhood, with the colossal phantom of his form casting its shadow across the sky, had elevated his prestige to an unprecedented level.
So when he announced his plan to cast the Engraved Tsukuyomi, the majority of people willingly cooperated.
Of course, not everyone was pleased.
There were a few dissenters, but their voices carried no weight.
A rare handful even attempted to organize street protests to sway Mirai's decision.
In response, he issued a single, cold order—
Execute all protesters.
This was his shinobi world now. Anyone who defied his will had no place in it.
He hadn't gone through all this trouble and gained such overwhelming power just to bend to others' whims. He wasn't here to eat humble pie—he was here to reign.
...
Checking the time and sensing that everything was ready, Uchiha Mirai clapped his hands together.
Chakra surged from deep within him, along with the mighty power of his Nine Tomoe Rinnegan.
Above, the once-pristine moon began to turn blood-red.
A massive Mangekyō Sharingan pattern appeared across its surface, casting its eerie light across the entire shinobi world.
One by one, imprints began to form—each person's palm now bearing the same symbol as the moon above.
Even those who weren't directly touched by the moonlight were marked all the same.
Closing his eyes, Mirai reached out with his senses. Countless dots of light bloomed in his mind's eye.
Each one represented someone who had been branded.
And instinctively, he understood—he could now control the thoughts, spirit, and chakra of every single one of them.
The shinobi world was now truly, completely, in his hands.
"The Mangekyō Sharingan evolving into something like this... it's absolutely insane," Mirai murmured to himself, feeling the terrifying power of the Engraved Tsukuyomi and the Yachihoko.
If Uchiha Hikari had possessed spiritual strength of this magnitude back then, the Uchiha clan might have conquered the world long ago.
Opening his eyes, he met Orochimaru's expectant gaze.
"How did it go, Mirai-kun?" Orochimaru asked in a low voice.
"Perfectly," Mirai said calmly. "Now it's time to start collecting chakra."
Without another word, he activated the Yachihoko.
Instantly, every individual with chakra felt a surge leaving their body, flowing beyond their control.
But the extraction ended almost as quickly as it began—each person only lost about a third of their chakra.
Relief swept through the lands.
Although losing a third was no small thing, it wouldn't cause any lasting harm.
...
Konoha.
Research Facility.
Inside, Uchiha Mirai channeled the chakra he had gathered into a stockpile of materials Orochimaru had prepared in advance.
The amount of material was staggering, piled up like a small mountain.
And yet, it was just barely enough to contain the flood of chakra.
Although most of the shinobi world consisted of genin, when the chakra of nearly a million people was combined, it created a terrifying torrent.
Had Mirai not been overwhelmingly powerful, any slight misstep could have caused a cataclysm.
Gulp.
Orochimaru couldn't help but swallow hard as he stared at the mountain of chakra before him.
He had countless ways to survive disaster, yet even he could feel death looming over him now.
If that power erupted out of control, he would be reduced to ash in the blink of an eye.
"This amount of chakra... might even rival a complete Nine-Tails," Orochimaru said hoarsely.
Mirai nodded. "Pretty close."
It was proof that his plan was working.
Assuming it took about three days for chakra to naturally recover, that meant every three days, the shinobi world could provide him with the equivalent of a full Nine-Tails' worth of chakra.
It was almost absurd to even think about.
And the world was currently at peace—technology and productivity were advancing rapidly.
The population would explode in the coming years.
In less than twenty years, the number of shinobi could rise from one million to ten million.
At that point, it would be possible to collect the chakra equivalent of a Ten-Tails every single day.
It was a method far superior to the Ōtsutsuki clan's practice of plundering planets across the cosmos.
After giving it a little thought, Mirai issued his next order to Orochimaru.
"From now on, gather as much material for chakra storage as you can."
"Understood!" Orochimaru immediately replied.
Mirai allowed a faint smirk to rise to his lips.
Just a few more rounds of collection, and he'd have enough chakra to rival the Ten-Tails itself.
It wouldn't be long before Six Paths-level warriors would begin to emerge under his command, one after another.
When the Ōtsutsuki clan finally descended upon the shinobi world in the future... they would be in for one hell of a shock.
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