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The battlefield is silent. Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi stare at me in stunned disbelief. Even Black Zetsu is speechless.

"A truce?" Sasuke repeats, his voice sharp with suspicion. "And you expect us to believe that?"

I let out a slow breath. "I don't care if you believe me or not. My goal isn't to rule this world. I don't care about the ninja world at all."

That makes them flinch. Even Sasuke wasn't expecting such blunt honesty.

"My plan was simple," I continue. "Take chakra away from humans, return it to me, and prepare for the Ōtsutsuki Clan's return. But I don't need to do that anymore."

I raise my hand, and reality itself shifts.

A massive portal rips open, swirling with darkness. The air crackles with an overwhelming presence as I connect this world to my personal dimension—one untouched by time.

Naruto's expression hardens. "What are you—"

I step forward. "I already have another world."

And then I unleash my full power.

The ground trembles, and from the portal, an army marches forth.

Not hundreds. Not thousands.

A million.

A million White Zetsu, each one radiating an aura equal to the strongest shinobi. Kage-level warriors.

They move with absolute precision, forming perfect ranks, their glowing eyes locked onto me with unwavering loyalty.

Then, as one, they kneel.

The sound of a million warriors bowing in perfect synchronization is like thunder crashing through the battlefield.

And at their head, Black Zetsu.

His voice trembles, not with fear, but with sheer disbelief. "M-Mother… you…"

I place a hand on his shoulder, then shove him forward.

"You will train them," I command. "Perfect them. This is your army."

For the first time in his existence, Black Zetsu is truly stunned. He looks back at me, then at the kneeling army.

Naruto's mouth hangs open. "What… the hell?"

Sasuke grips his sword, eyes darting between the endless Zetsu and me. "You had this power all along?"

I turn back to them. "I was always meant to have an army. I simply chose a better one."

Before they can respond, a new presence shimmers into existence.

Golden light engulfs the battlefield as Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, the Sage of Six Paths, appears. Alongside him, the souls of the past Hokage—Hashirama, Tobirama, Minato, Hiruzen—materialize, their faces reflecting utter shock.

Hagoromo's voice is grave. "Mother… what have you done?"

I cross my arms. "I'm securing my future."

Their expressions range from horror to awe. I see Hashirama's eyes widen at the sheer scale of my army. Tobirama instinctively reaches for a weapon he no longer has. Minato watches in silence, analyzing everything.

Hagoromo sighs. "Do you intend to destroy the world?"

I shake my head. "No. I intend to live happily. The shinobi world means nothing to me. However—" I glance at Naruto and Sasuke. "—they are strong. And useful. So I will help them."

Sasuke clenches his jaw. "You act like we're tools."

I tilt my head. "Aren't you?"

Naruto scowls. "You seriously don't care about the world at all?"

I stare at him, unblinking. "Not even a little."

The air is thick with tension. The fate of the world has shifted.

I have no interest in ruling this world. I will not bow, nor will I be sealed again.

This is the era of Kaguya.