In the time it took to have their conversation, the several Konoha ninjas had successfully climbed down to the base of the iron tower.
Once their feet hit the ground, they all let out a simultaneous sigh of relief.
Though the work on the tower was relatively easy—doing nothing but staring through binoculars with no life-threatening risks while earning a steady mission fee.
Over time, it became mind-numbingly boring.
Especially now, with the relationship between Konoha and Sunagakure being so harmonious, no rift was expected for the foreseeable future.
This made the surveillance feel even more pointless.
However, since it was a mandatory mission assigned by the Konoha high-level officials, these Chunin had no choice but to obey.
One man stretched his stiff arms and muttered softly:
"Since nothing ever happens, after a while, they should probably start rotating the Genin in for these shifts, right?"
The other man shook his head, his tone uncertain:
"Who knows. But logically, they probably won't change the protocol until after Lord Minato officially takes office."
"Rasa, are you certain you want to do this?"
Sasori of the Red Sand slowly set down the blueprints in his hand, a look of skepticism flickering in his eyes as he spoke softly.
Sitting across from Sasori, Rasa nodded with a serious expression, his tone absolute:
"Mmh. I am very certain I want to do this."
Hearing his conviction, Sasori couldn't help but let out a helpless chuckle.
"Fine then. Since you are the Kazekage, after all."
"I'll create another Shadow Clone specifically to help you cultivate these jellyfish."
At this point, Sasori seemed to remember something, and his tone shifted:
"Let's be clear: I'm only helping you raise them for a dozen days."
"After that, that Tsunade woman you mentioned should be arriving at Sunagakure. Let her take over the breeding once she's here."
Rasa immediately patted his chest, giving a solemn guarantee:
"Don't worry. I only intended to trouble you for those few days anyway."
"If the other ninjas weren't so incompetent in biological research, I wouldn't have to ask for your expertise."
The two chatted for a while longer.
When Rasa noticed a look of growing impatience on Sasori's face, he felt a jolt of alarm, realizing he had overstayed his welcome.
He quickly stood up to take his leave.
Even though Sasori was under his subtle Genjutsu, Rasa still maintained a respectful and equal attitude when dealing with him.
As Rasa stepped out of the door, he let out a long, heavy breath, stretching his arms in a relieved, easy motion.
It had been five days since he returned to the Ninja World, and Shuang Uchiha had been staying in Sunagakure for three of them.
Everything he needed to do had been successfully completed.
As for the jellyfish cultivation, he had secured Sasori's specialized help.
Although Sasori's knowledge of bio-technology couldn't compare to Orochimaru's, he was currently the most capable candidate in the Hidden Sand.
Perhaps by the time Rasa returned, there would already be good news waiting for him.
Now, it was time to return to the world of Manyū Hiken-chō to settle things once and for all.
That night, Rasa lay upon his bed.
Under the curious, watchful gazes of his beautiful women, a strange light enveloped his body, and he vanished from the spot.
The world of Manyū Hiken-chō.
The city of Edo was currently a hive of frantic activity, with crowds flowing through the streets like an endless river.
Since Shogun Tokugawa Iemitsu issued his decree a week ago.
Resources of every kind had been flooding into Edo from across the nation as if a dam had broken.
At the same time, samurai and soldiers summoned from every province were arriving in droves.
The Tokugawa Shogunate was in its absolute prime, its prestige reaching a solar peak.
Consequently, the various Daimyos didn't dare to disobey the Shogun's orders, following them with absolute, fearful submission.
Under these conditions, Edo became increasingly crowded and prosperous, the entire city draped in a festive, celebratory atmosphere.
Although the news of the military failure at the City of Giant Breasts had long since traveled back.
The Shogunate had gone to great lengths to suppress the truth. The civilians of Edo and the surrounding towns remained completely oblivious.
Even the middle-class nobles only knew the fake news released by the upper echelon.
The official lie was that the six hundred samurai had encountered a freak storm on their march, being struck by repeated lightning bolts that wiped out most of the force, allowing the enemy to take a "cheap" advantage.
Whether these middle-class nobles actually believed such a ridiculous story in their hearts was irrelevant; on the surface, they chose to accept it as absolute truth.
Inside the Ooku.
Munehua Manyū sat with a graceful, swaying poise, her legs folded elegantly upon the tatami mats.
Because of her posture, the massive, swollen twin peaks of her bust seemed even more prominent and distracting.
Munehua slowly drew her fan, partially veiling her face as she spoke in a low, conspiratorial whisper:
"The efficiency is even more shocking than I anticipated. In just a few days, an army of a hundred thousand has been assembled."
"If facing any ordinary existence, such mobilization and national power would be enough to crush them into dust effortlessly."
The white-haired Kagefusa Manyū sat opposite her with perfect decorum, her heroic features split by a smile of extreme excitement.
She extended her left hand, opening her pale, delicate palm. A gentle breeze swirled above her skin, rapidly forming into a dozen finger-sized wind blades.
Staring at the rotating blades, Kagefusa's smile turned somewhat distorted and cruel as she whispered:
"But the one they are facing is a God. The outcome is already written in the stars."
"I've been practicing for so many days... I can hardly wait to test the lethality of these Divine Arts on living humans."
"I wonder what their faces will look like when the end comes?"
Munehua Manyū frowned slightly, her tone flat but carrying the authority of an elder sister:
"Tokugawa Iemitsu is already under our control. We don't even need to launch a palace coup. Who exactly are you planning to experiment on?"
Since they started serving Rasa together, the relationship between Munehua and Kagefusa had improved tremendously.
They felt more like actual sisters now.
Hearing this, Kagefusa reflexively rubbed the back of her head. Just as she was about to speak, a man's voice cut through the room abruptly.
"Since Kagefusa wants to test her power, we'll just pick a few disobedient ministers for her to play with when the time comes."
At the sound of the man's voice, Kagefusa's eyes instantly flared with joy.
Without a moment's hesitation, she stood up with perfect discipline, stepped off the tatami, and dropped to both knees in a deep kowtow.
"Master, you have returned?"
Munehua, meanwhile, lifted her head in surprise. Her eyes held a flicker of joy, but mostly a profound sense of relief.
She closed her fan with a graceful snap and moved to Kagefusa's side, bowing just as respectfully:
"My God."
Rasa looked at the two of them and nodded with satisfaction.
Their attitude was even more submissive than when he had left.
The Faith Threads above their heads had turned a solid, deep black.
This meant both women were very close to the level of Fanatic believers.
Rasa stepped past them and sat casually upon the tatami mats.
"Mmh. Rise."
Once the two had stood up, Rasa continued:
"During the five days I was away, how is the situation progressing?"
The two sisters exchanged a glance and began to narrate everything that had occurred in the past five days with practiced coordination.
Half an hour later.
Rasa nodded thoughtfully.
The situation was exactly as he had predicted, perhaps even better.
As expected of the Tokugawa Shogunate in its golden age; their efficiency was breathtaking in every aspect.
Rasa stood up, pulled out a dagger, and began to channel Chakra into it.
"Let's go. Take me to see your father."
"Don't worry. I won't do anything too terrible to him."
A few seconds later.
On Mount Seinyū (Holy Breast Mountain) outside the City of Giant Breasts.
Originally, this mountain had been nothing but an ordinary, nameless peak.
However, since the God had manifested there, the mountain had been bestowed with a special name: Mount Seinyū.
The once-crude wooden hut had been transformed in an incredibly short time into a luxurious, solemn shrine.
A massive tide of believers was flooding in from all directions, offering devout prayers to the God.
Women with small breasts desperately craved a miraculous transformation into the legendary "giant breast" status.
Meanwhile, those already blessed with large breasts hoped to use their assets to join the shrine as the God's favored handmaidens.
Even vast numbers of men traveled thousands of miles to offer prayers, secretly hoping for success in certain "manly" areas.
Inside a specific wooden room within the shrine.
Ume sat dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit, her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying slightly with her every move.
She sat with perfect posture on the tatami, a kind, welcoming smile on her beautiful face.
"Miss Chifusa, it has been half a month since we last met, hasn't it?"
The purple-haired girl with the ponytail sitting across from Ume—Chifusa Manyū—stared at her. Ume's aura was so different from half a month ago that she seemed like a different person entirely.
Chifusa's eyes were wide with obvious wonder, her voice a dazed whisper:
"Ume... it's only been two weeks, but I almost didn't recognize you."
Chifusa's own staggering breasts, which were bound tightly with white bandages, bounced and strained against the cloth with the slight movements of her speech, as if asserting the owner's extraordinary nature.
The orange-haired girl sitting on the other side—Kaede.
Her gaze was also filled with envy, locked onto Ume's chest which, despite being wrapped in the shrine maiden robes, still appeared incredibly full and perky.
Kaede's hands moved subconsciously to her own flat chest, rubbing the fabric as her eyes shimmered with longing.
"It's true. The Ume from half a month ago was so fragile... now the difference is like heaven and earth."
Hearing the two girls.
A flash of deep gratitude and near-fanatical devotion crossed Ume's eyes, her voice becoming incredibly tender:
"All this change is because of My God."
Hearing Ume mention the Deity, Kaede became visibly excited and asked urgently:
"Ume... can this Great God of Holy Breasts truly restore breast volume that has been 'slashed' away by the Manyu techniques?"
Ume didn't show a hint of impatience at Kaede's question.
She simply reached up, using both hands to lift and cradle her own massive, soft breasts, a gentle smile on her face:
"This is the best proof, is it not?"
"As long as one has devout faith in My God, He will mercifully bestow the bountiful chest that every small-breasted girl dreams of."
Hearing this, Chifusa's usually calm face also broke into a look of excitement, and she blurted out:
"Then... could He take away half of this useless fat for me?"
As Chifusa spoke, she subconsciously reached out to cup her own heavy breasts.
They were so large they were literally comparable to an adult's head, their sheer weight making her feel slightly breathless.
The nearby Kaede heard Chifusa's complaint, and despite having heard it many times, her envious, jealous gaze still landed on Chifusa's over-the-top bust, her heart full of complex emotions.
"Of course, that's no—"
Before Ume could finish, her eyes suddenly widened with light. She looked down at her own cleavage, a look of pure joy on her face.
Before Chifusa or Kaede could ask what was wrong, Ume reached excitedly into her own cleavage, probing the warm space between her breasts. Moments later, she pulled out a white dagger that was emitting a soft, ethereal glow.
She rose slowly to her feet, faced a specific direction with a look of absolute sincerity, and dropped to her knees. She held the white dagger high above her head with both hands and began to carefully channel Chakra into it.
As she did, she spoke with a sense of frantic urgency:
"Miss Chifusa! Kaede! My God is arriving! Please, do not remain seated on the tatami!"
Hearing Ume's warning, Kaede stood up in an excited rush.
She moved to Ume's side and dropped to her knees without hesitation.
Chifusa Manyū, seeing this, stood up as well and moved beside them. She hesitated for a moment but chose not to kneel; instead, she lowered herself into a deep, respectful bow.
A few seconds later, a spatial vortex rippled in the air.
It felt as though a mysterious, overwhelming power was about to burst forth.