A few days later, the Central District entered its final finishing phase.
The Administrative Center was complete, the plaza was paved, and the surrounding Commercial and Residential Districts were fully established. Only one thing was missing—the fountain at the exact center of the plaza.
Carved from pristine white marble, the fountain featured a three-tiered cascading base, topped with an empty pedestal waiting for its centerpiece.
Kameda stood before the fountain, tightly gripping a scroll of blueprints. His brow was heavily furrowed as he clearly agonized over something. He had wracked his brain for days, but simply couldn't finalize a design for the statue. Lady Hinata had mentioned a few days ago that she "vaguely knew the answer," but Kameda didn't dare make the call on his own. The implications were too massive; this was something Lord Alex had to decide personally.
Just then, a voice echoed in his mind.
Kameda.
Kameda jolted, nearly dropping to his knees.
It was Lord Alex's voice, ringing directly in the depths of his consciousness, as clear as if he were standing right next to him.
Lord Alex! he replied mentally, his tone bordering on religious fanaticism.
For the statue in the center of the fountain, use Konan's.
Kameda froze.
"Use... Lady Konan's statue?"
Yes. Alex's voice was calm and absolute. Make it massive. She must have three pairs of wings on her back—six wings in total. The more beautiful, the better.
Konan is the Angel God, Alex continued, an unquestionable majesty lacing his words. Not just in the Holy City. From now on, identical statues and Angel Shrines will be built all across the ninja world. They will serve as the awakening grounds where those with talent will earn the right to cultivate chakra.
Kameda's heart began to pound violently. He instinctively looked up, as if Alex were hovering right in front of him.
Awakening grounds. Earning the right to cultivate chakra.
This meant that from this day forward, if an ordinary person wanted to become a ninja... no, if they wanted the power to use chakra at all, it would no longer depend on their bloodline. It would no longer depend on village selection. They would have to enter an Angel Shrine, stand before the statue of the Angel God, and undergo a trial. Only by earning her blessing would they be permitted to cultivate.
This was an absolute, fundamental rewrite of the ninja world's entire world order!
Kameda took a deep breath, forcing down the shock exploding in his chest, and responded with utmost solemnity: "Understood! I will pour everything I have into ensuring Lady Konan's statue is worthy of the title of Angel God!"
The voice in his mind vanished.
Kameda stood rooted to the spot. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, an unprecedented fire blazing in his eyes.
He was going to sculpt a masterpiece unparalleled in human history. He was going to make sure the entire world witnessed the glory of the Angel God.
Kameda immediately assembled every artisan, craftsman, and Earth Release specialist on site. He held nothing back, relaying Alex's exact instructions word for word. When the news spread, the entire construction site erupted.
"The Angel God..."
"Lady Konan's statue..."
"We're building Angel Shrines..."
Murmurs swept through the crowds, but not a single person voiced an objection. Over the past few months, everyone had completely accepted their new reality.
The absolute rulers of this world were Alex and Konan. They had bestowed peace, they had bestowed order, and now, they were bestowing a faith.
And Lady Konan was truly worthy of the title "Angel God." The image of her manifesting that terrifying, thousand-meter-tall divine angelic avatar during the Fourth Great Ninja War—radiating absolute authority and blinding light—was burned eternally into the minds of everyone who had witnessed it.
If she wasn't a god, who was?
The craftsmen threw themselves into the work.
They quarried the purest white marble from the deep mountains and transported the colossal blocks to the plaza using Earth Release. From there, they precision-cut the rough outlines with high-pressure Water Release and used Fire Release to heat their chisels, carving out Konan's features inch by excruciating inch.
Kameda personally took the lead. He was already a peak Kage-level powerhouse; his hands were steady enough to sculpt the microscopic texture of a single strand of hair. He closed his eyes, bringing Konan's image to the forefront of his mind.
Her light blue-purple hair. Her cold, yet merciful eyes. Her serene, utterly divine posture.
But it had to be more than that. Lord Alex had explicitly commanded three pairs of wings. He had crowned Lady Konan as the Angel God, and those six wings were the ultimate symbol of her divinity.
He had to capture that exact feeling. This couldn't just be a cold block of stone; it had to be a statue with a soul, a statue that breathed.
Kameda worked like a man possessed, refusing to sleep or rest for three full days and nights. His subordinates brought him food several times, but seeing his manic focus, they didn't dare interrupt, simply leaving the trays nearby and quietly retreating.
On the dawn of the fourth day, as the first ray of sunlight hit the plaza, the statue was complete.
It was a hundred-meter-tall colossus.
Konan stood atop the pedestal, her blue hair billowing behind her. Her face was perfectly serene, carrying a cold, yet profound compassion. Her eyes were slightly downcast, looking as if she were simultaneously looking down upon the entire world and tenderly watching over the mortals at her feet.
Behind her back, three massive pairs of wings spread wide. The texture of the feathers was agonizingly detailed, each one carved so realistically that they looked ready to catch the wind and carry her straight into the heavens.
The morning sun filtered through the gaps in her wings, casting a shifting, ethereal mosaic of light and shadow across the plaza.
No one spoke. Even the most hardened, emotionally stunted ninjas were left breathless by the sheer, overwhelming beauty of the statue.
"It's so beautiful..." someone whispered into the silence. The voice wasn't loud, but it carried far across the quiet plaza. There was no flattery or sycophancy in the tone—only pure, visceral awe.
Standing at the edge of the plaza, Hinata gazed up at the statue. The dawn light and the six-winged angel were reflected in her pure white eyes. The corners of her lips curled up.
This was the Lady Konan that Lord Alex saw. The Angel God. An entity worthy of the entire ninja world's worship.
Shion stood beside her, hands clasped together, her eyes sparkling. "Lady Konan is so beautiful... Is the statue even prettier than she is?"
"It's different," Hinata said softly. "The statue is beautiful, but Lady Konan herself is even more beautiful."
Shion tilted her head, thought about it for a second, and nodded. "That's true."
Ryuzetsu, Honoka, and Samui arrived shortly after, all gazing up at the sculpture with quiet joy. It had truly managed to capture about eighty percent of Lady Konan's divine grace and perfection.
Mei Terumi, Ino, and Mabui soon joined them.
Ino's mouth hung open for a long time before she finally managed to speak. "This is just... incredible..."
Mei crossed her arms, her gaze slowly traveling up the length of the statue before finally settling on Kameda.
"You've worked hard, Kameda."
Kameda rubbed his calloused hands together and offered an honest, goofy smile, though he couldn't quite hide the exhaustion practically radiating from his bones. "It's my duty. If Lord Alex gives an order, I'll put my life on the line to make sure it's perfect."
Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Mabui offered a succinct evaluation: "Flawless."
Kameda's grin grew even wider, the exhaustion seeming to melt away.
Word spread through the construction site like wildfire.
People flooded into the plaza, desperate to see the legendary statue with their own eyes.
The square was soon packed to the brim, but there was no shoving, no shouting. Everyone stood in perfect silence, staring up at the six-winged angel.
Some dropped to their knees, clasping their hands and closing their eyes in prayer. Some just stood quietly, an inexplicable light shining in their eyes. Some held up their children, pointing to the sky so they could see the true guardian of their world.
Ninjas, civilians, the elderly, the young—they were all looking up at the exact same monument.
It was a beauty unlike anything they had ever witnessed. It wasn't just ornate or technically impressive; it was a transcendent, soul-piercing divinity that existed entirely beyond the material realm.
Some of the oldest civilians stared at the statue, suddenly bursting into tears.
They couldn't articulate why they were crying. They just felt that after surviving a lifetime of brutal wars, after burying countless loved ones, to live long enough to see a sight like this... to actually survive to see the world change... it was all worth it.
Kameda stood on the statue's pedestal, holding the final piece in his hands—a decorative plaque.
Without asking for anyone's approval, he personally embedded it into the front of the pedestal. Three words were carved into the stone:
『Angel God』
Kameda took a few steps back, looked at the plaque, and nodded in profound satisfaction.
He then turned around, facing the tens of thousands of people gathered in the plaza, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Lord Alex has decreed! From this day forward, identical statues and Angel Shrines will be constructed in every corner of the ninja world!"
"The Angel Shrines will serve as the awakening grounds where those with talent will earn the right to cultivate chakra!"
The plaza was dead silent for a split second. Then, it erupted into a deafening roar.
It wasn't a cry of rebellion. It wasn't a shout of doubt. It was—cheering.
The people cheered wildly, screaming the name of the "Angel God," praising the "Grace of Lord Alex," and chanting, "Glory to the Angel God."
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