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Great Metropolis Cinema, Land of Fire.
Sasame observed his surroundings with curiosity.
The theater resembled those from his past life but with a more retro aesthetic.
Of course, he wasn't here for the movie—he was here for Kazahana Yukie.
Or rather, the actress Fubuki Koyuki.
"Sorry, sir. The back area is for actors only. No entry."
Two middle-aged men blocked his path.
"I'm a fan of Fubuki Koyuki."
Sasame produced a movie poster. "I'd like her autograph."
"Do you have an appointment? If not, please leave."
The guard on the left frowned. "Miss Koyuki doesn't meet fans."
"I do have an appointment."
Sasame pulled out a stack of 10,000-ryō bills.
"Sir, this... this isn't proper procedure."
The two men's eyes gleamed, but they feigned reluctance.
"Alright then."
Sasame pocketed the money—then knocked both out with a single punch each.
I didn't want to make a scene, but since they were so principled, I had to respect that.
He pushed open the door to the backstage area.
"Who are you?"
A bearded man stepped forward, blocking his path. "How did you get past security?"
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before asking for names?"
Sasame already had a guess.
"Senzai Santafū. Koyuki's manager."
The man's brow furrowed. "If you don't even know me, what business do you have here?"
"A proposal you'll find interesting."
Sasame smiled. "About the Land of Snow."
"Snow? Never heard of it. You've got the wrong person."
Senzai's expression flickered briefly before he waved dismissively.
"I can help you retake your country."
Sasame continued smoothly.
"Retake...?"
Senzai froze.
Mentioning the Land of Snow alone was one thing—but restoration? Their cover was blown.
"I don't want it back."
A cold voice cut in.
Sasame turned to see a girl in an ornate kimono—likely her film costume.
Her makeup was striking: crimson eyeliner and lips, making her appear older than her probable 14-15 years.
(No exact age was given in the original story, but she was slightly older than Naruto.)
"Why not?"
Sasame tilted his head. "Don't you want revenge for your father?"
Yukie flinched, eyes squeezing shut as memories resurfaced.
"Reclaim it how?"
Her lips curled in disdain. "With you? You think you can defeat Dotō? Arrogant!"
"Ah, so you're just a coward."
Sasame recalled the original plot. "I guess patricide isn't worth avenging after all."
Years of fleeing had left Yukie traumatized, her sense of security shattered.
Not that Sasame blamed her—but negotiations required starting high.
"Shut up!"
Yukie's composure shattered. "You know nothing! It's a death sentence!"
"You're not wrong."
Sasame conceded. "But if revenge mattered, why not hire shinobi from the Five Great Nations with your acting earnings?"
"I—I—"
Yukie faltered.
It was a viable plan—one she'd avoided out of lingering fear.
Why risk my life for a frozen wasteland?
"You have no idea how strong Dotō is!"
She snapped. "Leave! I don't want to see you again!"
"Princess..."
Senzai interjected. "Perhaps we should hear him out."
As a former Snow minister, he'd long sought to restore Yukie—only to be rebuffed.
Now, with Sasame here, hope rekindled.
"Get out!"
Yukie was beyond reason.
Sasame remained unfazed.
She's like Mikoto—cowed by power.
(Though Yukie valued survival above all.)
In the original story, only Naruto's talk-no-jutsu had swayed her—along with a schoolgirl crush.
(Naruto's movie charisma was truly unfair.)
"Is Dotō that strong?"
Sasame stepped closer. "Is this your definition of power?"
"W-what are you doing?!"
Yukie's anger evaporated into panic as she retreated.
"Sir, please—"
Senzai moved to shield her. "I'll defend Her Highness with my life!"
"What's your monthly salary? Why die for this?"
Sasame recalled the original's suicidal charge—
Where Senzai led 49 loyalists against Dotō's forces...
Result: 0 kills, 49 deaths.
(Literal int feeding.)
"Stay still."
Sasame's voice dropped, killing intent seeping out.
Both Yukie and Senzai paled, frozen in terror.
As Sasame raised a hand—
"N-no... d-don't kill me..."
Yukie's teeth chattered, voice trembling.
(A normal girl facing such pressure would break.)
"I'm showing you Dotō's insignificance."
Sasame gripped her shoulder—then paused.
A warm wetness seeped through Yukie's kimono.
Her face flushed with humiliation and terror.
(Oops.)
Sasame knocked Senzai out—sparing her further shame.
"Apologies. I didn't mean to scare you."
He sighed. "Change clothes first."
Yukie fled to her dressing room, wishing for death.
(But survival instinct trumped embarrassment.)
(And only one person saw it...)
Returning in fresh attire, Yukie took a shaky breath.
"Can you really defeat Dotō?"
Sasame's display had proven he wasn't ordinary—
But Dotō still loomed larger in her mind.
"Seeing is believing."
Sasame extended a hand. "Come with me."
Yukie searched his face for hesitation or deceit—
Finding none.
With no choice, she took his hand—
Flying Thunder God!
Land of Snow.
Yukie's eyes widened.
Snow... beneath my feet?
Divine miracle?
The Land of Fire to Snow in an instant?
Her shock deepened as she realized they stood atop a massive flying fortress.
What is this?!
Her worldview shattered in seconds.
"Sasame."
Shisui appeared instantly.
"Status?"
Sasame nodded.
"They attacked yesterday. We repelled them—no further moves until this morning."
Shisui reported. "Now, they're massing for a final assault."
"Let's descend."
Sasame kept a hand on Yukie's shoulder. "You should see this."
Before she could protest, they landed before Snow's royal palace.
Palace Plaza.
Dotō blinked in confusion—then grinned wildly at Yukie.
"HAHAHA! Little Yukie! Uncle missed you!"
"You said you could beat him."
Yukie shrank behind Sasame.
"Beat me? With these brats?"
Dotō sneered. "Kill them! Take Yukie alive!"
Fūsetsu Fubuki struck first—
Her chakra armor propelled her airborne as she formed seals.
Ice Release: Swallow Snow Storm!
A blizzard of ice shuriken engulfed Sasame and Shisui.
(Note: Snow-nin's "Ice Release" isn't a Kekkei Genkai—just environment-based ninjutsu.)
(Proof? Kakashi copied it with his Sharingan—which can't replicate bloodlines.)
Shisui's sword flashed, deflecting every projectile.
"AHH!"
Yukie screamed as Hyōga Hyōrō lunged for her—
Sasame yanked her close, then punched straight through the armor's core.
"Idiot!"
Hyōrō grinned—until cracks spiderwebbed from the impact.
His face contorted as he flew backward, armor shattering.
Yukie's jaw dropped.
In her childhood, Snow's guards had been helpless against chakra armor—
Yet Sasame one-shot a foe with a casual punch?
This... this is a dream...
Dotō's smirk vanished.
Even I can't break armor that easily!
No more holding back—
Ice Release: Black Dragon Blizzard!
A massive ice dragon roared toward them.
Yukie closed her eyes, awaiting death.
(Should've never come...)
Sasame clapped his hands.
Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees!
The plaza erupted—
Giant trees sprouted, entangling dozens of Snow-nin in seconds.
Including the "invincible" Dotō.
Yukie's mind blanked.
Trees... alive?
Shisui sheathed his sword, bored. (No action for me again.)
"Your Highness, how shall we deal with them?"
Sasame turned with a theatrical flourish.
Yukie just stared.
"Let's start with the ringleaders."
Sasame snapped his fingers.
Branches impaled Dotō, Gasetsu Fubuki, Hyōga Hyōrō, and Rōga Yukigari—
Turning them into human pincushions.
Blood splattered.
Yukie shuddered, face pale but not vomiting.
(She'd seen blood before.)
Yet watching her nightmare die so easily felt... surreal.
"Convinced now?"
Sasame asked as she dazedly nodded.
(Still processing.)
"Then let's discuss collaboration."
He gestured, and two trees bent into seats.
Yukie numbly sat, the bark's chill confirming this wasn't a dream.
"...What collaboration? You don't need me."
"Snow needs a daimyo."
Sasame shrugged. "You rule. We protect—like a hidden village."
"...Deal."
Yukie agreed instantly.
"No hesitation?"
Sasame raised a brow. "Not afraid we'll betray you?"
"Would it matter if I refused?"
Yukie understood her position.
Cooperate? Live as daimyo.
Defy? Die like Dotō.
"Smart. I trust you'll govern well."
Sasame stood. "Kneel before your new daimyo, and you'll live."
The trees retreated, leaving only bloodstains as proof of the carnage.
"ALL HAIL HER HIGHNESS!"
The Snow-nin prostrated instantly.
(Loyalty to Dotō? Nonexistent.)
(They'd bowed to strength then—and did so now.)
Yukie blankly accepted their oaths.
Minutes ago, I was an actress...
Now, I'm daimyo?
Father's avenged?
Her hand clutched the hexagonal crystal necklace—her father's "treasure key."
"...This unlocks Father's legacy."
She offered it to Sasame.
(Better to volunteer than have it taken.)
"You know what it is?"
Sasame accepted the warm crystal.
"No... he never told me."
"Then let's see."
(He knew—but couldn't explain.)
(Besides, this was a father's gift—Yukie deserved to witness it.)
"Me?"
Yukie blinked.
(Dotō had killed for this treasure—yet Sasame treated it as trivial?)
"Lead the way. To Rainbow Glacier."
There, Sasame placed the crystal into the "climate-changer"—
Triggering spring in winter.
(Black-tech bullshit.)
Yukie wept as a hologram of her father played—
His final message: This was for you.
(A flawed prototype, abandoned due to Dotō's coup.)
"Here."
Sasame returned the crystal. "For your father."
(Translation: Work hard, princess.)
(Fulfill his dream—rebuild Snow.)
Yukie clasped the necklace, cheeks pink.
"...Thank you."
"Mutual benefit."
Sasame smiled.
"Will you... stay in Snow?"
Her voice was soft, gaze lingering.
(For a teen girl, Sasame was the hero who saved her—)
(And crushes bloom easily in such soil.)
"We'll protect Snow, as agreed."
Sasame turned, missing her yearning look.
(To him, she was just a useful pawn.)
Three Days Later.
With Dotō dead, Yukie's coronation proceeded smoothly.
Her gentler rule won over Snow's people swiftly.
[Due to your actions, the fates of Kazahana Yukie, Dotō, Senzai Santafū, and others have changed. You have gained 190 Fate Points.]
(A solid haul—more than expected.)
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