Chapter One Meeting with a God
year 111 AC
Hyūga Raizen stood in the void between worlds, his body weightless, his mind steady.
"So I died in combat," he said calmly, his voice even despite the emptiness around him. "At least tell me — did we win the war? And are you… God?"
The being before him chuckled, a strange sound that echoed like wind through feathers. He was lounging casually, eating popcorn, his feet — oddly enough — covered in downy feathers.
"Yes, your master was a very smart man," the god said in a comical tone, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Raizen narrowed his gaze. "So you read minds. That's expected. Why am I here?"
"I can do many things," the god replied, waving a hand lazily. "One of them is sending you to a new world. You'll keep your abilities — somewhat hampered, but intact. You won't be bound by that world's magic or what you call chakra. You could even revolutionize it with your knowledge. I'll grant you three wishes."
The god leaned forward, his tone shifting from playful to deliberate.
"The universe you're going to is called The Song of Ice and Fire. The year is 111 AC."
Raizen's eyes widened slightly. A different world? He tried to perceive the being with his Byakugan, but something blocked his vision — a force too vast to comprehend.
"You'll be sent there with your powers balanced," the god continued. "Your Wood Style will change it will become plant manipulation through chakra, connected to the Old Gods. No hand signs. They're… irritating, but they'll lend you strength. You'll also have a partner a dragon. You may name him as you wish."
Raizen's calm cracked for a moment. "You're giving me a dragon? And connecting me to gods?"
The god smiled faintly. "Exactly."
Raizen felt his chakra shift the pale blue energy he'd known all his life deepened into a dark, living green. It pulsed like roots beneath the earth.
"Now," the god said, his voice echoing like thunder, "tell me your three wishes."
Raizen thought carefully. "First, I want a copy of Konoha one that fits this new world. A land of my own."
The god's grin widened. "Done." He snapped his fingers, and an image appeared — a vast island surrounded by sapphire waters, mountains crowned with snow, and a circular city at its heart.
"This is Hyōgashima, the Blessed Isle. It will lie between Dragonstone and Driftmark far enough to be independent, close enough to be noticed. Ports, towns, and fortresses will already stand."
Raizen exhaled slowly, absorbing the vision. The island was breathtaking white peaks rising over lush valleys, pagodas overlooking the sea, and a walled city glowing beneath the sun.
He nodded. "Then my second wish people. My people."
The god's expression hardened. "No."
Raizen frowned. "Why?"
"You will not have an army of chakra users," the god said sharply. "I'll give you people, but their chakra will be limited enough for physical enhancement only. Once every hundred years, a child will be born with chakra like yours. Once every hundred years, another will inherit plant manipulation. Your eyes, your strength they will be rare, sacred."
Raizen clenched his fists but stayed silent. The god's tone softened again.
"Your people will already exist on the island. They'll feel connected to the land. Think of them as the Samurai Nation of your world the Village of Steel. You will be their king."
Raizen nodded slowly. "Then my third wish the complete history of my clan. The Hyūga scrolls, the Gentle Fist techniques."
"That will be granted," the god said. "But one last thing the dragons of this world are stronger than you expect. Your dragon is nearly an adult, powerful, but their fire can still kill you."
Before Raizen could respond, a shockwave hit him like a hammer. He was thrown backward, his vision fading into white.
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When he awoke, he was lying in a luxurious chamber. Silk curtains framed the walls, and the scent of cedar drifted through the air. His sword, Snowflower, rested beside him — its black blade etched with faint violet patterns that shimmered like smoke. The hilt was wrapped in dark cloth, and the sheath bore the Hyūga crest in silver. It pulsed faintly, alive with chakra.
As he rose, the door opened. Two figures entered — one young, one old.
The elder woman wore ornate armor of red and gold, her gray hair tied high, her eyes sharp with experience. She carried a long naginata, its blade gleaming in the morning light. Her presence radiated command.
The younger man, blindfolded, knelt beside her. His robe was simple, his posture disciplined. Despite his blindness, Raizen could feel his awareness — a calm, precise energy that filled the room.
"Daimyō," the young man said, bowing his head. "We bring news. The council awaits."
Raizen studied them both — the woman's confident smirk, the man's quiet focus — and nodded. He strapped Snowflower to his side, tied his hair into a topknot, and stepped forward.
Outside, sunlight bathed Hyōgashima in gold. The sea shimmered, the mountains stood proud, and the circular city pulsed with life.
Raizen smiled faintly.
"My city," he murmured. "This is the age of House Hyūga."