Half an hour later.
Rasa sat leisurely upon the tatami mats, his clothes neatly adjusted.
He squinted his eyes slightly while taking a slow, graceful sip of his fragrant tea.
Chifusa Manyū and Ochiha Muneto, the two legendary beauties, lay silently nearby.
A thin quilt was draped over their forms, and their breathing was steady and long, indicating they had fallen into a deep, sweet slumber.
On their stunning faces, traces of physiological tears still lingered, and they wore the blissful smiles of women who had been thoroughly satisfied to their very limits.
Rasa took another sip of tea and glanced at the sleeping pair, shaking his head with a satisfied smirk.
Just after he had finished breaking Ochiha Muneto's resistance, he had immediately initiated a flawless bout of heavy foreplay with Chifusa Manyū.
He had plunged headfirst into the carnal depths of sexual ecstasy with her.
Even now, Rasa's mind drifted back to the incredible sensation of their flesh, a pleasure that felt truly unparalleled in this world.
"My Lord?"
Suddenly, Ume's soft, melodic voice drifted in from outside the wooden door.
Hearing her cautious tone, Rasa's grin widened as he replied smoothly:
"Enter. Everything has been settled."
Hearing his permission.
Ume let out a long, audible sigh of relief and carefully pushed the door open.
The moment she stepped inside, a thick, musky, and unmistakable scent of sex flooded her nostrils like a rising tide.
Ume inhaled the aroma—a scent that was both foreign and strangely familiar to her.
A sudden thought flashed through her mind.
Especially when she spotted the two women lying together on the tatami, clearly in a state of post-coital exhaustion with their pale, naked shoulders peeking out from beneath the quilt.
Ume's face turned a bright, burning crimson.
Though she was still a virgin and had never experienced the act herself, the scent and the scene made it blindingly obvious what had just transpired.
She stole a glance at the sleeping Chifusa Manyū, her eyes shimmering with a trace of envy.
Then, she moved obediently to the tatami opposite Rasa, kneeling in a submissive posture before speaking softly:
"My Lord, during your absence, several surrounding feudal domains have been brought firmly under our control."
Hearing this, Rasa merely gave a noncommittal "Mmh," his expression showing no surprise.
After all, the Chakra cultivation method he had left behind was powerful.
It was more than enough for an ordinary woman with zero combat ability to "reach proficiency" in just two weeks.
Perhaps they could only use one or two basic Ninjutsu, and a single woman might not stand against a troop of professional samurai.
But one had to remember that dozens of believers had learned to refine Chakra.
When a group of ninja apprentices coordinated their Ninjutsu.
They possessed enough raw power to forcibly breach the defenses of a mid-sized domain.
Most importantly, the comprehensive physical enhancement provided by Chakra was a game-changer.
In this low-fantasy world where jumping over a ten-foot wall made one a "master," his followers were now essentially top-tier elites.
Under such a massive martial advantage, Rasa would have been suspicious if they hadn't seized the neighboring lands within a few days.
"I see. And how does Kyōka plan to handle these conquered domains?"
A look of genuine admiration crossed Ume's face.
"Lady Kyōka has..."
As Rasa listened to the report, he nodded subconsciously.
That large-breasted woman was indeed a rare and formidable talent.
Though many of her administrative measures were limited by the era she lived in, by the standards of this world, her strategy was top-notch.
Half an hour later.
Ume finished her report and turned to take her leave.
A few moments later, Munehua Manyū and Kagefusa Manyū walked in.
"Master, Ume said you were finally finished with your... business?"
Kagefusa's boisterous, unfiltered voice drifted in before she even cleared the doorway.
She pushed the door open and immediately spotted Chifusa and Ochiha deep in their slumber.
Seeing Chifusa's exposed, snow-white shoulders.
Kagefusa raised an eyebrow, a flash of realization in her eyes as she let out a playful, lewd chuckle.
"A double-beauty session? Master, you truly know how to enjoy yourself."
Munehua, following behind her sister, didn't show a hint of surprise.
She had already predicted exactly what would happen when Chifusa and Ochiha were left alone with Rasa.
Rasa stood up slowly and walked toward the door.
"Enough. We can discuss these things on the way."
"Let's go find your father. We need to settle the clan's transition as quickly as possible."
Kagefusa clapped her hands together, a look of pure excitement blooming on her face.
"Perfect!"
"That old man has been clinging to his seat for far too long. It's time he stepped down."
Munehua reflexively drew her fan, her eyes shimmering with a quiet, expectant light.
One couldn't blame the sisters for this lack of filial piety.
If Rasa hadn't chosen this path to settle the conflict.
Then the Manyū clan would have likely faced a total, bloody extermination in the near future.
A minute later, a massive platform of golden sand—shaped like a large rectangular box—rose into the sky, streaking toward the horizon like a bolt of lightning.
Two hours later.
A lean, old man with a long white beard sat slumped helplessly in a chair, lost in a magically induced, deep sleep.
Kagefusa Manyū was literally dancing with joy, her hands tightly clutching a scroll of paper. She flipped through it over and over, even though she had already read it three times.
Munehua watched her sister's undignified display and shook her head, her voice light:
"It's just the position of a puppet Clan Head. Look at how pathetic you're acting."
Kagefusa hurriedly tucked the paper into her cleavage, replying defiantly:
"A puppet is better than nothing!"
"It's more than you have! I think you're just jealous, Sister!"
Munehua's expression stiffened. She snapped her fan open to hide her face, her eyes narrowing with displeasure.
"Jealous?"
"I am not the least bit jealous. Who would covet the leadership of a clan that is destined to be replaced by the Muneto?"
Kagefusa fired back instantly:
"Replaced? Nonsense!"
"The future will be a balance of power. Master would never allow one clan to hold absolute dominance over the others."
Rasa sat in a nearby chair, listening to the sisters bicker, a small smile playing on his lips.
One day later.
Atop the shrine of Mount Seinyū.
Rasa stood silently, his gaze fixed on the dense, ocean-like mass of Faith Threads surging toward him from every direction.
He took a long, steadying breath to calm his slightly racing heart.
Then, Rasa extended his left index finger and sliced it across his right palm.
Squelch!
A thin, precise wound appeared on his palm. Crimson blood began to flow steadily, the vibrant red color stark against his skin.
Rasa closed his eyes, his lips beginning to move as he chanted archaic, complex, and dissonant incantations, his voice low and rhythmic.
As the obscure words tumbled from his mouth.
The blood dripping from his palm did not soak into the soil. Instead, it behaved as if it were alive, coiling and hardening into perfect, shimmering blood beads.
As more blood fell, small piles of these crimson pearls began to stack up upon the ground.
The invisible Faith Threads, as if answering a primal summons, began to flood into Rasa's body with a localized frenzy.
Once absorbed, the faith acted as a catalyst, rapidly transforming into a form of raw, invisible divinity. With Rasa as the epicenter, it rippled outward like a shockwave.
Initially, this power pulsed within a hundred meters of Mount Seinyū.
Then it expanded violently to a kilometer.
Finally, it reached a scale covering tens of thousands of meters.
Simultaneously, the blood beads on the ground underwent a miraculous transformation.
They dissolved into a fine, crimson mist, which was caught by the breeze and scattered across the mountain.
Minutes later.
Rasa opened his eyes. The wound on his palm had already closed, leaving the skin smooth and unmarked.
He shook his head, thinking to himself:
Ziyou completed her ritual with just a blink of her eyes. Why did mine require such a tedious process?
According to Ziyou, it was thanks to his staggering physical durability that he could even simplify the rite this much.
An ordinary Kage-level ninja would have likely spent several grueling hours to achieve the same result.
Rasa turned his gaze toward the horizon.
In his current, god-like perception, nothing could hide from him.
Whether it was a tiny larva buried dozens of meters underground or the frantic activity of insects on the surface.
Even the birds flying high above were clear to his senses.
With a single thought, he could expand this perception dozens of times over, covering everything within a hundred-li radius.
With Mount Seinyū as the anchor, this hundred-li zone had become his Divine Kingdom.
The area was slightly larger than Singapore—roughly the size of a mid-sized Chinese prefecture-level city, like Foshan.
Within this domain, his base strength was tripled.
If he activated Sage Mode, the boost jumped to a staggering fifteen times his normal power.
Rasa quieted his mind, savoring the various other subtle benefits of his sanctuary for a moment.
Then, he reached into the Kamui space and pulled out a life-sized statue of himself, meticulously crafted from Chakra-conductive metal.
The white statue was hauntingly lifelike, appearing as if it might step off its pedestal at any moment.
While Rasa was away from this world, this artifact would serve as a proxy to absorb faith.
More importantly, it would act as a guardian, protecting Mount Seinyū from any threat during his absence.
Now, all that remained was to wait a few more days for the Shogunate army to arrive.
Once he crushed the Tokugawa forces with overwhelming thunder, his rule over Japan would be absolute and unquestioned.
Then, he could focus on farming this world and funneling its rich resources back into the Ninja World.