Chapter 106: The King's Ambition

Yuta strolled through the grand halls of the Abyss Company's headquarters, his steps light but purposeful. The dark stone walls echoed with the footsteps of those bustling about, many of them busy with missions or preparing reports. Haruto and Akira, the co-founders alongside Yuta, were waiting for him in the conference room. The air was filled with a calm sense of order, but Yuta's mind was already set on something bigger.

As he entered the room, both Haruto and Akira stood up, greeting him with a nod.

Haruto, the more serious of the two, spoke first. "You're leaving again, aren't you?"

Yuta crossed his arms and gave a slight nod. "Yeah. I've got some things to take care of outside the village."

Akira, the more laid-back one, raised an eyebrow. "You've been on the move a lot recently. Something big on the horizon?"

Yuta smirked. "Let's just say I've got a new companion who demands a bit of attention." He glanced toward the doorway where a regal figure stood, leaning against the frame with a bored expression. Gilgamesh.

Akira blinked, eyeing the golden-clad figure from head to toe. "Who's the shiny dude?"

Gilgamesh, ever the king, flicked his gaze toward Akira, his red eyes gleaming with mild amusement. "Shiny, you say? How delightful. To think there are still insects unaware of their king's presence."

Akira's jaw dropped, his mind racing. "W-Wait. Is he serious?"

Yuta chuckled and patted Akira on the shoulder. "Gilgamesh here is… a bit eccentric, but let's just say he's powerful enough to back up his talk."

Haruto, always one to get to the point, crossed his arms. "So, what's your plan, Yuta? You wouldn't leave unless it's something important."

Yuta nodded. "I'll be traveling with Gilgamesh for a while. This world is new to him, and I think it's time he gets a proper introduction to it. While I'm gone, you two handle things here. If nothing important comes up, don't contact me."

Haruto and Akira exchanged glances before Haruto spoke again. "Alright. We'll manage. Just don't leave us hanging if things get messy."

"Messy is my specialty," Yuta replied with a grin. "But you'll be fine."

Akira leaned back, scratching his head. "Alright, alright. But remember, man, next time you find yourself some weird golden king dude, bring back souvenirs."

Gilgamesh scoffed, flicking his wrist dismissively. "Consider yourself fortunate, mortal, that I even graced your presence. Souvenirs? How laughable."

Yuta gave a wry smile. "See you both later. Try not to blow up the place while I'm gone."

With that, Yuta and Gilgamesh left the HQ, heading out of the village, leaving behind a mix of confusion, amusement, and a whole lot of questions from the two co-founders.

On the Road...

Yuta and Gilgamesh strolled through the countryside, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The world outside the village was far more peaceful, with rolling hills and small forests stretching as far as the eye could see. Gilgamesh, who had been quiet for a while, seemed to be taking it all in, his eyes scanning the horizon with a critical gaze.

"So, this is your world?" Gilgamesh asked, his voice less arrogant and more contemplative than usual.

"Pretty much," Yuta replied, hands in his pockets. "It's not as grand as your Uruk, I imagine, but it has its charm."

Gilgamesh snorted, his lips curling into a small smirk. "Charm? Hardly. This land is far too tame, too… fragile. But I can see why you mortals cling to it."

Yuta raised an eyebrow. "Tame? You clearly haven't seen the world at its worst yet."

Gilgamesh shot him a sideways glance. "Perhaps. But even so, I have yet to see a kingdom worthy of my presence. Uruk was a city that ruled over all. This… place is but a shadow of what true greatness is."

Yuta chuckled. "Well, I can't argue with that. But let's take things one step at a time. I've got a feeling you'll find some entertainment soon enough."

A Little "Entertainment"...

As they traveled further from the village, the forest around them thickened, casting long shadows over the path. Yuta had noticed the subtle signs—broken branches, faint rustling in the underbrush, the unmistakable feeling of being watched. He glanced over at Gilgamesh, who appeared to be just as unconcerned as ever.

Then, as if on cue, a group of scruffy-looking men stepped out from the trees, blocking the path. They wore crude armor, weapons in hand, and the smirk of those who believed they had found easy prey.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" one of the bandits sneered, brandishing his sword. "Couple of fancy travelers, eh? You're not gonna like what happens next."

Yuta sighed. "Bandits. Typical."

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "They intend to stop us? How amusing. I had wondered if this world had any form of challenge, but I see now it's filled with fools."

The lead bandit, clearly unaware of who he was dealing with, laughed. "Challenge? Ha! We'll take whatever you've got, and you'll be lucky if we leave you breathing!"

Gilgamesh's eyes glinted dangerously. He stepped forward, raising his hand, ready to summon his legendary weapons from the Gates of Babylon. But as he did, nothing happened.

The King of Heroes paused, his face tightening as he attempted once again to summon his treasures. The bandits, confused by his lack of action, began to snicker.

"What's wrong, fancy guy? Forget how to fight?"

Gilgamesh's expression shifted from surprise to irritation. "This world… It dares to seal my treasures? Insolent!"

Yuta blinked, stepping beside Gilgamesh. "Wait, sealed? You mean your King's Treasure is… locked?"

Gilgamesh's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with fury. "Indeed. It appears this world has placed restrictions on my power. How bold of it, to think it can contain me."

The bandits, still unaware of the looming danger, took a step forward, their weapons raised. "If you're done chatting, how about you hand over everything you've got?"

Yuta, sensing Gilgamesh's rising anger, sighed. "You really don't want to do this, guys."

The bandits didn't listen. They charged forward, confident in their numbers. But before they could reach Yuta, Gilgamesh's irritation boiled over. Even without his treasures, he was still Gilgamesh.

With a single, swift motion, Gilgamesh lashed out, his hand forming a golden blade of pure energy. He moved faster than the bandits could react, cutting through them with effortless precision. The group fell to the ground, unconscious before they even realized what had happened.

Yuta watched, impressed despite himself. "Even without your treasures, you still pack a punch."

Gilgamesh let out a derisive snort, wiping his hands of the imaginary dust. "These insects were hardly worth my attention. But this restriction on my power…"

Yuta scratched his chin, thinking. "It's probably the world itself reacting to you. You're too powerful, and it doesn't want to be destroyed. Guess you'll need to earn its favor before it lets you fully unleash your strength."

Gilgamesh's eyes gleamed with interest. "Earn the favor of this world, you say? Interesting. If this world requires a king to rule over it, then I shall grant it one. Uruk shall rise again, and with it, my power will be restored."

Yuta's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you want to… establish your kingdom? Here?"

Gilgamesh grinned, his expression full of regal determination. "Indeed. This world shall kneel before its rightful ruler. If I must win its favor to unlock my strength, then I shall become its king. Uruk will rise once more, and I will shape this land as I see fit."

Yuta chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I guess that's one way to solve the problem."

The Beginning of Uruk...

As the days passed, Yuta and Gilgamesh traveled through the lands, scouting for a suitable location for Gilgamesh's new kingdom. The more they saw of the world, the more Gilgamesh's determination grew.

"This land has potential," Gilgamesh said one evening, gazing out over a vast, empty plain. "Here, we will build Uruk."

Yuta looked at the plain, then back at Gilgamesh. "You really think you can build a kingdom here? It's going to take a lot of resources, manpower—"

Gilgamesh cut him off with a confident smirk. "I am the King of Heroes. The world itself will provide what I need. And those who resist will simply be crushed underfoot."

Yuta sighed but smiled despite himself. "Alright, King Gilgamesh. Let's see if you can pull this off."

With that, Gilgamesh began his grand plan to establish Uruk in the Ninja World, a kingdom like none had ever seen before. And as Yuta watched him, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of world would emerge from the ambition of a king.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and gold, Yuta and Gilgamesh found themselves sitting by a small campfire. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the empty plains where Gilgamesh had declared he would build his new kingdom.

Yuta poked the fire with a stick, his expression thoughtful. "You know, it's kind of funny."

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, reclining lazily on a nearby rock, his golden armor gleaming in the firelight. "What is?"

Yuta smirked. "Here we are, talking about building a kingdom and changing the world, but no one's asking the real question."

Gilgamesh's curiosity piqued. "And what is that, mortal?"

Yuta leaned back, gazing up at the stars. "Do you think anyone's ever considered how much paperwork it takes to actually run a kingdom? Taxes, laws, public complaints—it's a bureaucratic nightmare. Ever thought about that, King Gilgamesh?"

For a moment, the mighty king stared at Yuta, blinking in surprise. Then, in an unexpected burst of laughter, Gilgamesh grinned. "Hmph. Paperwork? As if I, the King of Heroes, would sully my hands with such trivial matters! I'll leave the tedious tasks to my underlings. A king's duty is to lead, not drown in scrolls."

Yuta chuckled. "So, you're going to pawn it off on someone else, huh? Let me guess—your first royal decree will be, 'Find me someone to do all this paperwork.'"

Gilgamesh scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Precisely. It's only fitting that the lesser beings handle such dull affairs while I concern myself with the grander schemes of ruling."

Yuta shook his head, still grinning. "Right. And when that 'lesser being' starts sending you scrolls titled 'Urgent Tax Report'? What then?"

Gilgamesh leaned back and crossed his arms. "Then I shall burn it."

Yuta laughed, the absurdity of it all making the tension of their journey dissolve for a brief moment. "Man, I'm starting to think maybe I should've chosen a ruler who actually cared about the day-to-day stuff."

Gilgamesh shot him a mischievous glance. "Ah, but you didn't. You chose the king who transcends all others. Now, prepare yourself, Yuta. Uruk shall rise, and with it, so too will the mountains of paperwork!"

Yuta groaned theatrically, tossing his stick into the fire. "I think I'm starting to regret this."

The two sat in silence for a moment longer, the fire crackling and popping between them. Then, with a smirk, Yuta added, "So, what are we going to call the royal office for complaints? 'Grumble Palace'?"

Gilgamesh chuckled, the sound deep and regal. "Perhaps 'The Hall of Whining Mortals.' Yes, I like that."

And with that, the two unlikely companions continued their lighthearted banter, all while planning the rise of a new kingdom—a kingdom where even complaints had a royal flair.