Naruto: End of the Shinobi World

The true mastermind behind all of this, Yin An, reclined comfortably in a soft chair, lazily rubbing the head of the big yellow dog beside him— Wangcai.

Wangcai narrowed his eyes in contentment, his tail swaying leisurely. Nothing about him suggested he was the ”natural enemy” capable of making the chakra system tremble.

”Light’s ’debut’ on the Heavenly Screen stirred up quite a bit of hype,” Yin An muttered to himself, absently tapping Wangcai’s ear. ”If the old friends of the shinobi world don’t get to see the ’real thing’ with their own eyes, wouldn’t that be a waste?”

A creator’s excitement gleamed in his eyes.

The ”future” shown on the Heavenly Screen had been carefully orchestrated by him.

”And besides—” Yin An’s smile deepened. ”I need the shinobi world to release ’Light’ with their own hands.”

”This world didn’t originally have her? No problem.”

He shrugged casually.

”I’ll just create one.”

”History, after all, is just a little girl dressed up however people please.”

”As for this ’Light’s’ prototype…”

”Uchiha Light.”

He softly repeated the name, pleased.

”Bearing Uchiha blood, yet hating the Uchiha Clan. Sealed jointly by the Senju Clan and the Uzumaki Clan…”

”Conflict. Tragedy. Narrative potential. Perfectly aligned with Light’s twisted psyche and her hatred toward the Uchiha.”

He was already impatient.

”First, there needs to be a believable sealing site.”

With a flick of his finger, a projection of the shinobi world map appeared on the luminous screen before him.

His gaze skimmed across the Valley of the End, the ruins of Uzushiogakure, several regions rich in natural energy—

—and finally settled deep within a barren mountain range along the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Grass.

”This will do. Remote. Disturbed ley lines. A perfect place to bury secrets… and weapons.”

”Next—historical records.”

He continued planning like a stage director arranging props.

”Konoha preserves quite a few documents from the Warring States Period. They’ll need some… embellishment.”

With a subtle motion of will, ancient scroll text materialized across the projection:

[A powerful and lethal weapon of the Uchiha Clan. Only through repeated schemes did the Senju Clan and the Uzumaki Clan succeed in jointly sealing it at an undisclosed location.]

Yin An examined his fabricated entry and nodded.

”Good. No specifics. Just ’jointly sealed by Senju and Uzumaki’—and most importantly—’a powerful and lethal weapon of the Uchiha Clan.’”

He understood the psychology of the shinobi world’s leaders and power-hungry elites all too well.

The repeated shocks from the Heavenly Screen had shattered their sense of security.

Doubt toward the Chakra System.

Fear of external invasion.

Anxiety over their own weakness.

Like venomous serpents gnawing at their reason.

In such circumstances, information pointing to a ”weapon” from the Warring States Period—sealed by two of history’s strongest clans—would shine like a beacon in the dark.

And it belonged to the Uchiha.

”’Weapon’… such a wonderful word.”

He nearly laughed.

”When people lack security, what do they crave most?”

”Power.”

”Even if they know the weapon is dangerous—even if it’s Pandora’s box—the temptation will push them to take the risk.”

”Even if Tsunade and Jiraiya manage to restrain themselves, there are plenty of ways to let the information spread.”

”And once it spreads?”

”They’ll have no choice but to act.”

He could already picture it:

Like sharks scenting blood, the entire shinobi world would converge upon the fabricated sealing site.

And what they would painstakingly—perhaps tragically—release…

Would be the ”Toy Queen.”

Uchiha Light.

Not a fragile girl.

But a true lethal weapon.

”A disaster unleashed by their own hands. What could be more deliciously dramatic?”

He patted Wangcai’s head approvingly.

”What do you think, Wangcai? Time to add a little fuel to the fire.”

”The next act needs more intensity.”

”It’s been several Heavenly Screen installments already. Time for some lucky winners to appear.”

”After all… Sakura mentioned Baiting.”

Wangcai lifted his head, gave him a seemingly honest look, and barked once.

His tail wagged even harder.

As if to say: I want a real entrance next time.

Yin An worked efficiently—and with unmistakable malicious amusement.

”Devil Fruit… Light’s exclusive ability.”

Through his system interface, he generated a peculiar fruit infused with rule-based power.

”This will do.”

He weighed it in his palm.

”Enhanced Version — Doll Fruit.”

Based on his conceptualization of Light’s character, he amplified its abilities.

”The original Light was tragic. Controlled. Treated as a weapon.”

”So once fully darkened and empowered, she inverts those concepts.”

”She turns control and weaponization outward—treating all existence as something to dominate.”

”Body. Soul. Total authority.”

”Perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”

”The controlled becomes the ultimate controller.”

”A dark fairy tale theme.”

”After all, the dragon slayer always becomes the dragon.”

With the ”prop” finalized, he proceeded without delay.

He constructed the designated Sealing Site, weaving intricate sealing formulas into the terrain.

Simultaneously, deep within Konoha’s classified Warring States archives, he quietly inserted the ambiguous yet irresistibly tempting record.

When everything was complete, Yin An let out a satisfied breath.

”After all that work, time to relax.”

He stretched lazily and summoned a fishing rod into his hand.

Now all he had to do was wait for Uchiha Light to be released—

—and find the perfect opportunity to discreetly deliver the Devil Fruit to her.

”Oh right. One more detail.”

He suddenly slapped his forehead.

”Light is a major character on the Heavenly Screen. How could she possibly be ignorant of her own future? That would be boring.”

He reasoned naturally:

”If even the dead in the Pure Land can see the Heavenly Screen…”

”Then someone sealed—suspended between life and death—could see it too.”

”Perfectly reasonable.”

”In that case, when Uchiha Light breaks free, she won’t be a blank slate.”

”She’ll carry a hazy awareness of her future self’s power.”

”A character who knows fragments of the script—yet whose personal trauma inevitably drives her toward extremity and collapse…”

Yin An nodded in satisfaction.

”Now that is how you stage a proper show.”

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