Conquest: A Parallel Ninja World Invasion

In the 63rd year of Konoha, the dragon veins beneath the ruins of Mount Katsuragi suddenly erupted with dazzling light. Massive pillars of radiance shot straight into the sky, illuminating the night in an ethereal glow.

Three figures of varying heights emerged from the light.

One of them, a white-haired ninja wearing a mask, glanced down at the mechanical watch strapped to his wrist.

"The chakra threshold has shifted! We've crossed the dimensional barrier and entered another ninja world."

Though Kenashi's tone was measured, a flicker of excitement betrayed his emotion. Shizui, standing beside him, remained silent, a shadow of unease glimmering in his eyes.

A peace-loving man, Shizui disagreed with the emperor's dimensional conquest plan. But within the empire, the emperor's word was law. Even as a Kage-level ninja, Shizui lacked the power to defy such an order. After all, one cannot fight against the will of the powerful.

Orito, the third member, grinned. Blissfully unaware of the potential consequences, he celebrated the success of the Purple Plan.

"Great! It worked! Let's head to Konoha!"

As the trio spoke, a middle-aged man with similarly white hair approached the scene.

Jiraiya, who had been gathering intel nearby, stiffened at the sight of the radiant beams piercing the sky.

"What's going on? These chakra fluctuations are intense... Is the seal breaking?"

He took off, his hands weaving hand seals as he ran. Jiraiya was renowned throughout the ninja world, so discretion was necessary.

Transformation Jutsu!

Jiraiya transformed into a young man with black hair and advanced cautiously.

As he neared the source of the disturbance, he felt it—three immense chakra signatures.

Such power…

Jiraiya's expression hardened. These chakra levels surpassed those of Jōnin. Kage-level shinobi, perhaps even more dangerous.

He concealed himself within the ruins, pressing his back to the cold stone wall, and listened intently.

He heard three voices.

"Try contacting the empire."

"Now? We don't know enough about this world yet."

"It doesn't matter. If the empire knows we've successfully crossed dimensions, they'll send new instructions."

"No, listen! Do we really want to bring war to this world? These people have done nothing wrong!"

A voice snapped in anger. "Shizui! Don't be naïve. Kōshin—no, the emperor—said that if this world aligns with our criteria, we'll bring cooperation, not war."

Jiraiya's mind spun.

Another world? A parallel universe? And an emperor?

As a novelist, Jiraiya knew about parallel worlds as a fantasy concept. But this was no fiction. These shinobi were real.

Were they here to conquer or cooperate? Either way, they weren't innocent travelers.

Kenashi silenced Shizui with a glare. "Give me your watches. I'll contact the emperor."

Orito handed his watch over without hesitation. Shizui hesitated before reluctantly following suit.

Kenashi combined the watches into a liquid silver mass, which reshaped into a triangular device. It flickered to life, projecting a towering image.

"Kakashi? Did you succeed?" a commanding voice inquired.

Kenashi's eyes narrowed. "It's Kenashi, not Kakashi. Reporting mission success."

The figure in the projection, Kōshin, nodded, embarrassed. Decades in this world, yet the old name slipped out sometimes.

"Excellent. You're the first team to report back. This world will be designated World No. 1."

Kenashi spoke humbly. "The others are likely gathering intel first. This doesn't give us an advantage."

Kōshin's gaze shifted to Shizui. "Collect materials to build the portal. You're the first to report, so I hope World No. 1 will be the first world the empire conquers."

He paused, eyes narrowing. "Remember, we're here to correct a flawed world, not to plunder."

Shizui's jaw clenched.

"Do you remember the criteria?" Kōshin pressed.

"Yes," Shizui murmured. "Ninja villages are a cancer. A world centered on them is flawed."

"Good." Kōshin's expression softened. "If your conscience troubles you, remember this: Never let kindness lead to failure. We can't afford mistakes."

With that, the communication ended.