What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

The glittering decorations have vanished here.

Instead, there is solid ground and cold steel training equipment.

And the smell of sweat and dust that permeated the air.

And an irrepressible, sharp energy, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

On the training ground, figures moved about, and shouts of battle shook the heavens!

Eight hundred ninjas dressed in uniform black outfits are divided into several small teams and are engaged in intense combat training.

The muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding, the clanging of kunai clashing, and the booming sounds of ninjutsu exploding all mingled together.

It created a chilling sound wave.

Their movements were swift and ruthless, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

There was no trace of youthful naiveté in his eyes.

Only the cold focus and absolute obedience to orders that belong to a warrior.

The oldest of these ninjas was only twenty-two years old, and their faces already bore the marks of time.

The youngest was only fourteen years old, still quite young.

His eyes, however, were as hard as cold iron.

They share a common origin.

This was before Emperor Yan ascended the throne.

In the vast yet barren land of the Land of Fire, orphans who were adopted struggle tenaciously like weeds.

At that time, the Land of Fire was under the incompetent and corrupt rule of its eldest son.

The nobility lived in extravagance, while the common people suffered greatly.

Scenes of displaced people and starving corpses were everywhere.

Di Yan used the guise of "charity" or "recruiting servants".

They secretly gathered up these helpless and suffering people.

They are the sharpest blades personally selected, lavished with resources, and honed by Di Yan in the most brutal way.

It was his fangs hidden beneath the magnificent palace.

They were eight hundred assassins who would die for the "Emperor" alone!

Di Yan stood with his hands behind his back on a high platform at the edge of the martial arts arena.

Like an emperor inspecting his army, he was, in fact, the emperor of the Land of Fire.

Looking down at the murderous and strictly disciplined scene below.

A glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Eight hundred people..."

He muttered to himself, his voice audible only to himself.

Yet it carried an air of self-confidence that looked down upon the world.

"Back then, at Xuanwu Gate, eight hundred brave men were able to stabilize the world and create the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"Now that I have eight hundred elite warriors at my command, what's wrong with that?"

The history he learned in his previous life told him.

Elite strength is not about sheer numbers.

It lies in absolute loyalty and strong execution.

These eight hundred men were the first lever he used to pry open the stubborn rock of Konoha!

And those responsible for training these eight hundred sharp knives.

There were twenty-four figures, all dressed in black, but with a colder and more aloof demeanor.

They were scattered throughout the training ground.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept over every detail of the training.

He occasionally issues brief but stern instructions.

Behind their collars was a small fan-shaped crest, symbolizing the Uchiha clan!

The leader was a lean and wiry young man with a cold face, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

He stood like a javelin on the edge of the platform beside Di Yan, his eyes sharp as knives, scanning the entire scene.

His name was Uchiha Tekka, and he was also one of the survivors of the Uchiha Clan Massacre.

When Di Yan's figure appeared on the high platform.

The atmosphere in the training ground changed instantly!

"stop!"

Uchiha Tetsuka let out a low shout.

The sound wasn't loud, but it froze the shouts and clashes of the entire arena like ice.

The eight hundred assassins seemed to have been put on pause.

All movements stopped instantly, and they all turned in unison towards the high platform where Di Yan was located.

Without a sound, all eight hundred pairs of eyes turned up in unison.

They looked toward the figure who gave them new life and controlled their destiny.

There was no reverence in those eyes that ordinary soldiers had for their commander.

There was only a fanatical devotion bordering on faith and absolute submission!

Immediately afterwards, under Tie Huo's leadership.

Twenty-four Uchiha ninjas were the first to kneel on one knee, their heads bowed deeply!

"See Your Majesty!"

Eight hundred elite soldiers followed closely behind.

They collapsed to their knees like a black tide!

The sound of knees hitting the ground merged into a deep, thunderous roar!

"See Your Majesty..."

Eight hundred voices converged into a powerful wave of sound, soaring straight into the sky.

Bearing iron will and loyalty.

The sound echoed for a long time in the training ground, making the air tremble!

Di Yan nodded slightly, a calm smile on his face that suggested he was in complete control.

He raised his hand in a gesture of support: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Only then did everyone get up.

Straighten your spine again, like eight hundred sharp blades waiting to be drawn.

Uchiha Tetsuka quickly walked up to Di Yan and bowed deeply once again.

When he raised his head, his cold, stern face revealed undisguised fervor and loyalty:

"What instructions does His Majesty have for us?"

"Ironfire and all the soldiers are ready to die for His Majesty at any time!"

Di Yan's gaze swept over the clear three-tomoe Sharingan in Tie Huo's eyes.

He then glanced at the Uchiha clan members behind him who also possessed either single or double tomoe Sharingan.

These are all things he experienced on that bloody night of genocide.

The "spark" was secretly brought out through a clandestine deal with Danzo.

At that time, they had not yet awakened their Sharingan.

He was considered a "useless person" with little potential within the clan.

This is why it was possible to reach a deal between Di Yan and Danzo.

They were able to escape Danzo and Obito's purge list by chance and were quietly rescued from Konoha by the forces of the Imperial Flame.

However, the deep-seated hatred of genocide and the despair of impending death acted as the most potent catalyst.

When they learned the truth, under Di Yan's deliberate guidance and in a safe environment, they were able to learn the truth.

These are the orphans of the Uchiha clan.

Without exception, they all awakened the Sharingan.

The strongest Iron Fire and Spring.

Driven by a complex mix of hatred and gratitude for Di Yan's "life-saving grace," he was further fueled by this.

He broke through all the way to the third tomoe!

Hatred is the best teacher and the best fuel.

Di Yan was well-versed in this matter.

He expressed this overwhelming hatred for the Konoha leadership, especially for Danzo Shimura.

It was cleverly transformed into a sharp blade aimed at Konoha.

And hold it firmly in your own hands.

These Uchiha survivors not only possessed powerful bloodline limits.

It was also because of this hatred and absolute loyalty to Di Yan.

They became the best candidates for training suicide squads and carrying out the most dangerous missions.

"Ironfire, you've trained well."

Di Yan nodded approvingly, his gaze sweeping over the disciplined soldiers below. "The morale is good."

"It's all thanks to Your Majesty's great fortune!"

Tie Huo's voice carried a hint of excitement.

"Keep practicing."

Di Yan waved his hand and looked into the distance.

It was as if the high walls of the imperial palace had been pierced, revealing the outline of Konoha Village.

"Soon... we will need your strength."

"Let me see just how sharp this knife you've been sharpening for eight years really is."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Uchiha Tekka bowed again, his eyes burning with fighting spirit and the flames of revenge.

Has this day finally come?

It can be said that the greatest wish of these Uchiha orphans is revenge... to avenge their entire clan, their family and friends, and to take revenge on Konoha...

"Our blades are wielded only for His Majesty!"

"We will surely crush all enemies who stand in the way of Your Majesty's great cause!"

Di Yan did not speak again.

He simply watched quietly as the eight hundred elite soldiers below resumed their brutal training.