Ino stood still, her body relaxed but her mind racing as she connected to Naruto's surveillance system, the very network he had woven across the world to ensure order and safety. It wasn't just a monitoring system—it was an extension of Naruto himself, built to watch over the people he swore to protect.
Yet, as the data flooded into her consciousness, a cold wave of dread settled over her chest.
It was worse than she had imagined.
Tens of thousands had perished.
Not in battle. Not in honorable combat.
But slaughtered like insects, cut down before they even had the chance to fight for their lives.
It was pure, senseless devastation.
Her breath hitched.
'How should we handle this? What will Naruto feel about this?'
Naruto had only just begun to recover from his past burdens, from the weight of losing so much and carrying the world on his shoulders alone. He had fought, bled, and suffered to create a world where such atrocities could never take place again.
And yet… it had happened anyway.
This—this was the kind of nightmare that could break him.
But there was one consolation.
Naruto was not close with the Uzumaki clan. He had spent years struggling with his own identity, separated from the very people who should have been his kin.
They had never come for him when he was a child, never lifted a hand to help him when he suffered. Now, they had committed an atrocity upon his world.
'They deserve no mercy.'
The thought slithered into her mind like a whisper from the depths of her soul.
And she did not reject it.
Ino exhaled slowly, her hands tightening into fists.
'If Naruto sees this, he will hesitate.'
Despite all of his power, despite all of his growth—Naruto was still too kind. He was still the same person who had looked at a mass murderer and seen the broken child beneath.
But this was different.
This wasn't one person.
This was a nation, an entire bloodline of traitors and butchers.
And Naruto's kindness would only bring him suffering.
'I will clear all traces of this tragedy before he returns.'
She had already made up her mind.
There would be no Uzumaki left to tell their story. No grieving widows. No orphaned children. No remnants of this wretched clan to challenge Naruto's peace.
They would become his slaves, bodies and minds molded to his will alone.
Her stomach twisted at the thought.
She had never been the type to revel in control, in breaking people beyond repair. Mindwalking was intimate—it was an invasion of the soul.
But Naruto came first.
He had already lost too much.
And she refused to let him suffer again.
Her cold resolve solidified as she turned her gaze toward Konoha, the village still trapped within the monstrous barrier of chains.
'Has Hinata woken up yet?'
Her heart clenched at the thought, but deep down, she already knew the answer.
The trap wasn't something simple.
Even Hinata, with her Tensaigan's insight and the power of immortals, wasn't breaking free anytime soon.
'We will have to handle this on our own.'
A bitter truth settled over her.
If they failed here, if they hesitated—there would be no future left to fight for.
Her fingers trembled slightly before she clenched them into fists, forcing herself to reject the doubt, the fear, the weakness.
'It could be me.'
The thought came unbidden, creeping into her mind like a ghostly whisper.
She could die here.
Her team—her friends—could all die here.
But she shook her head violently, banishing the thought before it could take root.
No.
She wouldn't allow it.
She refused to let the story end here, refused to let Naruto return to nothing but a field of corpses and regrets.
"I will never allow that to happen," she whispered, her voice like steel.
"We are meant to live a happy ending, and nobody is going to come in my way of it."
Closing her eyes, she stretched her senses outward, feeling for the security network Naruto had established.
She tapped into the power of the stars, the immense cosmic force left behind by Naruto—a power unlike anything the world had ever seen before.
It wasn't chakra. It wasn't jutsu.
It was the energy of creation itself, the very fabric of the universe bending to Naruto's will.
And now—it would bend to hers.
She took a breath.
And ripped the sky apart.
A deafening crack echoed through the heavens as the power of space ruptured, ripping a hole in the barrier that imprisoned Konoha.
The chains of the Uzumaki were powerful, their control over sealing arts unmatched in skill and complexity.
But power outweighed skill.
And Naruto's power was absolute.
Even if his understanding of space was lower than the Uzumaki elites, his raw strength was so vast that it eclipsed their skill entirely.
She would use that strength.
And she would end this war.
Ino soared through the sky, the power of the stars radiating from her body like a celestial beacon. Her golden hair flowed wildly behind her as she ripped through the air, heading straight toward the Hyuga compound.
Her gaze hardened.
Hinata was still trapped, locked away within an endless mental maze—a cruel prison designed to shatter even the strongest minds.
And despite all of Ino's skill, despite all of her training as a master of the mind arts, she had been unable to pull her out.
Until now.
Now, she had power.
Not just any power—but the gift left behind by Naruto, the very essence of his divine energy coursing through her veins.
A power that refused to be bound by limitations.
A power that would break Hinata free.
The Transformation of a Queen
Unlike Naruto, Ino had not yet undergone the full Otsutsuki transformation.
But she was no longer the same woman she had been before.
The sea of life that Naruto had cultivated had changed her, altered her genetics in ways she was only beginning to understand.
Her contract with Hecate, the Lord of Magic, had further enhanced her abilities, granting her access to mystical forces that even the most powerful shinobi couldn't comprehend.
And now, with the infusion of immortal blood, she had begun a powerful transformation—one that had made her a baseline planetary-level being.
Even her partner, Mothra, had grown exponentially in strength, evolving alongside her.
But even so…
Her power was nothing compared to Hotaru.
That monster had them trapped for far too long.
They had been forced into a slow, painstaking process, unable to make progress at the speed they needed.
But that no longer mattered.
Now—Naruto's power had changed everything.
Ino landed within the Hyuga compound, the ground cracking beneath her feet as raw energy surged through her body.
Her gaze swept across the area, instantly pinpointing Hinata's location.
She didn't hesitate.
Extending her hand, she channeled the celestial power, letting it flow into Hinata's mind like a flood of starlight.
It wasn't brute force.
It wasn't control.
It was a beacon—a guiding light to lead her through the endless darkness.
And in that moment—Hinata moved.
The infinite maze began to crack, the illusionary walls splintering apart under the overwhelming force of Ino's power.
Hinata's chakra surged, her Byakugan shining like a pair of divine stars as she shattered the last remnants of her prison.
The maze collapsed.
And for the first time in what felt like an eternity—
Hinata was free.
Hinata stood up slowly, her limbs stiff from the unnatural stillness she had endured.
Her breathing was heavy, each inhale filling her lungs with the crisp night air of the Hyuga compound.
The remnants of the mental prison still lingered in her mind, like fading shadows clinging to the edges of her consciousness.
For over a day—she had been trapped.
At first, she had tried to analyze the illusion, to break it apart piece by piece using her Tenseigan and her honed intellect.
But it had been different.
It wasn't just a genjutsu.
It wasn't just an illusion.
It was a prison that twisted her own reality, constantly adapting to her attempts to escape—a labyrinth of her own thoughts, meant to drown her in her own subconscious.
She had started to fear the worst.
That maybe… she would never escape.
That she would be trapped forever, lost in a place where time meant nothing.
But then—Ino came.
The light. The power. The presence of a friend.
Hinata placed a hand over her racing heart, steadying herself.
Then she turned to Ino, her lavender eyes soft with gratitude.
"Thank you, Ino," she said sincerely, her voice quiet but filled with depth.
For not giving up on her.
For reaching out into the darkness and pulling her free.
For saving her.
Ino gave a small smile, brushing off the thanks as if it were nothing—but Hinata could tell.
She could see the strain in Ino's posture.
The burden she carried.
And then—her gaze sharpened.
Something was wrong.
Something felt off.
Something had happened.
"Ino… what is the situation?"
Her tone was calm—but beneath the surface, an edge of urgency cut through.
Because Hinata knew.
The world had changed.
And she needed to know how badly.
Ino's voice was filled with fury, her words sharp and deliberate as she spoke of the Uzumaki betrayal.
Her fists clenched, her blue eyes burning with an emotion deeper than mere anger.
It was rage for Naruto—for the pain he would feel when he learned what had transpired.
Hinata listened in silence, absorbing every word.
The Uzumaki clan—his bloodline, his supposed kin—had betrayed the shinobi world, seeking to take over what Naruto himself had worked so hard to protect.
They had slaughtered thousands.
They had defied the peace he dreamed of.
And they would pay.
Ino's voice grew fierce, her conviction unyielding.
"They will become Naruto's obedient subordinates. No… his devoted servants."
There was no hesitation in her tone.
Even Sai had been right—there was no point in taking it slow anymore.
The world was broken.
Its people were selfish, clinging to their own petty ambitions, ignoring the sacrifices of those who had fought for peace.
That needed to change.
"Before Naruto comes back from the Dark Dimension, I want this world to be ready to receive him," Ino declared, her gaze locked onto Hinata's, seeking her agreement.
Hinata exhaled, her heart pounding as Ino's words settled in her chest.
This wasn't just about revenge.
It was about the future.
A future where Naruto did not have to suffer anymore.
A future where he would not be burdened by sorrow.
A future where he would rule as he was meant to.
"You understand me, don't you, Hinata?"
Ino's voice was softer now, almost pleading, but filled with certainty.
"We are the chosen ones. No, Naruto is the chosen one."
Hinata nodded slowly, her expression unreadable—but her eyes shone with resolve.
Because she did understand.
Naruto had always been destined for something greater.
Even the Immortals had acknowledged it—they called him the Emperor of Mankind.
So was it not their duty as his wives to clear the path for his ascension?
"He is too pure," Ino whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed emotion. "Our lovely man… he will wander in pain and loss, but never take such a step. However, we need to do this… for him… and for us."
Hinata's lips parted, and for a moment, she hesitated.
Then, her voice came firm and unchanging—
"You're right, Ino."
There was no going back now.
They would reshape the world.
And when Naruto returned—
He would find a throne waiting for him.
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