[Chat Group]
Scáthach: "This woman is extraordinarily beautiful. If she had lived in the Age of Gods, she would certainly have drawn the rivalry of heroes and divine beings alike."
Luo Hao: "I saw her walking toward Jaeger. Interesting. Does she plan to recommend herself to his pillow solely on the strength of her appearance?"
Jibril: "Ah, Jaeger-san definitely wouldn't refuse. Such a beautiful woman… those pure white eyes… even I can't help wanting to offer her to him. Cut off the head and keep it as a collection."
Kocho Shinobu: "...Please don't say such cruel things so casually, Jibril-sama!"
Esdeath: "Hmph. She's a vicious woman. If it weren't for the chat group's absolute rule against killing each other, Jibril would've already marked the heads of several members."
Jibril: "Hey! You—war maniac who once buried hundreds of thousands of enemy troops alive—you don't have the right to criticize me!"
In the No Game No Life world, Jibril casually impaled an orc's head with a single strike while chatting, then released a sky-type magic bombardment, instantly turning a large tribe of beastmen into drifting ash.
"Speaking of which… the Noble Phantasm Jaeger-san showed earlier should be a sublimation of Unlimited Magecraft, right? I'm so jealous! If I had that ability, I'd hunt gods and dragons for fun!"
Jibril swallowed a Senzu Bean, and her depleted magical energy instantly returned to full. A deranged, yandere-like smile flickered across her angelic face.
"Let me vent a bit first, you filthy beastmen!!"
The Ninja World
Jaeger had no idea that Jibril had just decided to exterminate an entire race because of a casual spat with Esdeath.
Even if he did know, he wouldn't have cared.
After all, they were doomed the moment they existed under the shadow of the Celestial Dragons. One extinct race simply meant another would replace it.
As the woman approached, Jaeger couldn't help clicking his tongue inwardly.
Jet-black hair fell straight down her back. Her eyes—pure white, with no pupils—marked her unmistakably as a member of the Hyūga clan.
Her skin was pale to an unreal degree, smooth as milk. At first glance, anyone would mistake her for a sheltered noblewoman raised in comfort.
But her presence contradicted that impression entirely.
She wore a simple white robe—no revealing cuts, no extravagant embroidery. Yet with every step, her slender waist and full curves were outlined naturally, each movement filled with quiet authority. She didn't project fragility.
She projected dominance.
Even the kneeling Konoha shinobi instinctively revealed looks of fascination.
"…Who is she?" Jaeger muttered.
"There's your answer," Uchiha Miyuki whispered beside him.
"Hinata and Hanabi's mother—the wife of Hyūga Hiashi."
Jaeger's brows rose.
"I remember Hiashi's wife appearing once in the anime… her appearance and temperament were completely different."
"Of course," Miyuki said lightly. "She was barely a background extra back then. No lines, no focus. What we're seeing now is a real person."
She grinned softly, then leaned closer.
"So? Your Highness. Beautiful, right?"
Jaeger nodded without hesitation.
"Yes. Completely natural. No artificial enhancements. To look like this as an ordinary woman… calling her heavenly wouldn't be an exaggeration."
"Exactly!" Miyuki puffed out her chest proudly.
"Her name is Hyūga Shiro, daughter of the Hyūga clan's great elder. She's recently been betrothed to Hiashi and would've been the future clan matriarch."
Her smile twisted slightly as she continued:
"And there's another woman like her—the future wife of Uchiha Fugaku. The one who originally gave birth to Uchiha Itachi. Doesn't matter anymore though. We both have… similar tastes."
Jaeger glanced at her strangely.
"Why do you sound like a professional recruiter? This doesn't match your 'most beautiful kunoichi in the world' image at all."
"Ahem… recruiter is rude," Miyuki said awkwardly.
"This is revenge, remember? Fugaku hunted me. Hiashi ostracized me. Now that they've lost everything… bullying their wives feels perfectly justified."
"…Bullying?"
Jaeger's gaze dipped pointedly.
"…Do you even have the required equipment for that?"
"—Of course not!!"
Miyuki's face turned crimson instantly.
"Which is why someone like me stepping in would just reward them! That's why I need your help, Your Highness!"
Before Jaeger could reply, Hyūga Shiro had already stepped forward.
"I never thought we'd meet again like this, Miyuki," she said softly.
Her voice was gentle, traditional—calm even though her fiancé's charred body lay nearby.
She turned toward Jaeger, bent forward in a respectful bow.
"My lord. I am Hyūga Shiro, acting mistress of the Hyūga clan. I humbly greet you."
As she bowed, the plain robe shifted. The neckline loosened just enough—revealing an unmistakably deliberate glimpse of smooth cleavage.
"Ohhh… that's excellent."
Miyuki's eyes widened so hard she activated her Mangekyō Sharingan to catch every detail.
Several women—Tsunade, Pakura, and others—flushed, their initial goodwill instantly cooling.
Angel Leng merely observed with interest. She'd lived tens of thousands of years—this kind of display was hardly novel.
Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed with a dry laugh.
"Your man is lying there half-dead and you're already seducing a World Noble? Is this normal in the ninja world?"
"That was Hiashi's own choice," Shiro replied softly, glancing contemptuously at the scorched body.
"He deserved it."
Jaeger's interest spiked immediately.
"Oh? Continue."
"People must pay for their choices," she said calmly.
"The Hyūga clan accepts this truth. I only ask for one chance."
Jaeger smiled faintly.
"If you repent properly, that's admirable. Please—keep performing."
"Hiashi isn't dead," Shiro continued.
"But he's crippled beyond recovery. He can't even turn himself over."
Her tone remained steady.
"I'll arrange another woman for him—to preserve the clan's bloodline. His talent once stood at the peak of our lineage. I hope this solution satisfies you."
Silence followed.
Angel Leng frowned.
This wasn't devotion—it was cold calculation.
Yet many Hyūga and Konoha shinobi instinctively approved. Cruel, yes—but efficient.
Jaeger shook his head.
"Not enough."
She lowered her head slightly.
"Compensation by blood… naturally."
Her voice dropped so low only Jaeger and those nearest could hear:
"My blood will also be shed for you, my lord."
"Oh?" Jaeger laughed softly.
"That's a touching confession."
Moments later, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
"Which direction is the Hyūga compound? Let's rest in your bedroom."
No resistance. No hesitation.
Before the eyes of all Konoha, the unborn Hyūga matriarch was taken away.
Once Jaeger left, silence reigned.
"…What now?" Yamanaka Inoichi asked cautiously, glancing at the unconscious Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Miyuki's Mangekyō spun violently.
"I killed Fugaku. Shisui ceded leadership willingly. As the new head of the Uchiha, I declare myself the Fourth Hokage."
A towering Susanoo erupted from the ground.
"Who agrees?"
"Who objects?"
Tsunade shrugged.
"I agree."
One dissenting Nara jōnin spoke—
—and died instantly as a Truth-Seeking Orb pierced his skull.
Silence followed.
"Good."
Miyuki raised her hand.
The Fire Daimyō is dead.
The Fire Country answers directly to Konoha.
Rebuild the village immediately.
Heal Hiashi properly—we still need his bloodline.
Order was absolute.
Pakura watched quietly… then turned away.
"I'm leaving," she said calmly.
"If the Kazekage ever chooses to sacrifice me…
I'll deliver the Land of Wind to Jaeger myself."
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