Waking up from a good night’s sleep after creating the Obsidian Wall.
(The night before, I had made a makeshift bed using wood jutsu.) I decided to name the wall Crystalwall because of how it looked from afar—shimmering like a crystal with embedded gold runes.
Being at the very middle of the crystalwall, a vision of a majestic city is meticulously outlined in my mind.
Of course, the centerpiece will be the palace—where I will live.
I summoned 1,000 wood clones and ordered 50 of them to go to the sea—to collect seashells and ocean sand.
I’ve given them hundreds of sealing scrolls so they can seal the sand inside and bring it back.
Then I ordered 300 to go to the mountains to gather limestone.
— From my inventory, I took out a scroll containing thousands of tons of metal sand.
I had planned to use this in battles, but my kingdom needs it more right now.
I assigned 10 clones for this task.
I looked them in the eyes—like a general sending soldiers to their deaths.
This is very important!
I emphasized.
“You ten will shape them!
Some will heat the metal, and others will quench it— to harden it!” You guys are going to make the most mesmerizing, beautiful, artistic benches, decorated gates, metal lamp posts —and yes, statues of direwolves or dragons.
I want them to be life-like!
Understood!
Go crazy with the design of everything needed for aesthetic purposes.
When I turned back, I swear I heard them curse at me.
But I don’t care—they’re me, after all.
So it’s just like me talking sh*t about myself.
—- Standing at the east side entrance—this is the entry to the mountains— I decided this will be the public housing area.
My city is 314 square kilometers, which means about 77,838 acres.
In my plan, a quarter of the city will be for the regular citizens—so about 19,459 acres; I’ll round it off to 20,000 acres.
That’s roughly 40,000 suburban-sized houses.
Great, then it’s time to work.
Joining the palms of my hands (I activated Sage Mode).
Chakra erupted.
“Sage Art: Wood Release—Serial Pillar Houses Technique (Mokuton: Renchūka no Jutsu).” A dense rain of chakra swooshed around me.
Then the ground shook, and slowly, 5,000 houses bloomed like plants crawling their way above the ground.
Each house has two floors, three bedrooms, and one bathroom.
They also have a latrine outside, with a small open area for planting or raising livestocks.
But the most important part is that these houses are alive.
They will not grow taller—no, no, no.
They will stay the same height forever, but the roofs will grow leaves.
The four corners outside will bear fruits—apples, peaches, and more.
The fences are made of vines bearing fruits such as kiwis, grapes, and various berries.
Each house is made from a combination of fruits and vine plants.
I’m a genius—having a house like this means people will never go hungry.
They’ll be full of nutrients, and excess fruits can be sold or turned into liquor.
But that’s not the best part.
Yes yes another brilliant idea of mine is The latrine, is connected to the roots of the house, so waste is converted into compost.
That way, the house can grow more fruits.
Hahaha— surely only the great me could think of such a genius design.
Hahaha!
Afterward, I collapsed onto my back, grinning.
I feel drained—and its quite literally!
My chakra levels are low, and I don’t even have the energy to stand.
That’s only 5,000 houses built.
I still need to make 35,000 more.
F*ck me.
——– Castle black day after the earthquake The cold wind howled through the battlements of Castle Black, carrying with it the distant echoes of tremors that had shaken the ground just days before.
Lord Commander Alaric Qorgyle sat hunched over a parchment, his quill trembling slightly in his hand.
Outside, the watchtowers were silent, save for the faint cracking of ice and the restless rustling of the ravens perched high above.
He dipped his quill into ink and began to write, each word weighed with urgency and unease.
To Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, Word has reached us of a strange and unsettling occurrence beyond the Wall.
Yesterday, the earth trembled violently, as if the very ground beneath us had awakened with fury.
The tremors were unlike any we have felt in generations—deep, resonant, and filled with a primal force that rattled the bones of men and beast alike.
The report from the look outs on the top af the wall that day are concerning.
High in the sky, above the white dust that now cloaks the frozen wilderness, there was a strange sight.
Birds—hundreds, perhaps thausands—flew in frantic, erratic patterns, as if fleeing from an unseen threat.
Their cries pierced the air, sharp and desperate.
And above the white dust , a storm gathered— lightning flickering and roaring like a furious beast.
The clouds churned with unnatural ferocity, casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered landscape.
It was as if the heavens themselves were warping, torn between fury and fear.
This manifestation, this strange occurrence, bears anxiety in people’s hearts.
It may be a sign, or perhaps a threat beyond our understanding.
May the Old Gods keep us safe, Lord Commander Alaric Qorgyle,Castle Black He rolled the parchment carefully, sealing it with a thick wax emblem of the Night’s Watch, then summoned a raven.
As the bird took flight into the grey sky, Alaric’s eyes lingered on the distant horizon, where the storm raged on, invisible yet undeniably present—a harbinger of chaos beyond the Wall.
Winterfell..
Letter from Lord Eddard Stark to Lord Commander Alaric Qorgyle To Lord Commander Alaric Qorgyle, Your dispatch has reached me, and I read your words with grave concern.
The tremors of the north and the strange sights beyond the wall that you describe are unlike anything we’ve seen in living memory.
The flight of the birds, the storm in the sky—these are signs that something dark and powerful stirs in the far north.
The Old Gods whisper of change, and the land itself seems to tremble at the thought.
We must heed these signs and prepare ourselves for the unknown.
I will send additional provisions and ill write to the Lords of the north to gather what people they can muster to bolster your ranks.
Stand vigilant, for the North remembers—our duty is to protect our realm from what lies beyond.
Keep your men safe, Lord Commander.
And send word if the storm or the birds’ flight intensifies.
We must be ready for whatever darkness may come.
May the Old Gods watch over us all.
Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North —– When the lord commander read the message of lord Eddard stark.
He sighed in relief Alaric Qorgyle: The North is in our side.
We must investigate to know what’s really happening.
( Rangers quickly saddled their horse check their gears and provisions then rode towards north) ———– Jon snow.
It took me thirty days to complete the entire project—every house, every detail.
With the help of my clones, we not only built the homes but also laid down all the roads.
The streets are crafted from gleaming limestone, pure and white, creating a striking contrast against the vibrant green roofs and the colorful fruits spilling from the houses.
The whole place looks like a paradise Between the days of construction, a mishap occurred—one I hadn’t anticipated.
I realized, with a mixture of amusement and frustration, that using beach sand to make glass was a mistake.
I needed quartz, which can only be found in rock mines, sand dunes, or flowing rivers.
It was during a mineral expedition at the mountains, when my other clones had gone searching for precious ores, that the truth was uncovered.
Hahaha.
My bad.
I had sent them on a long journey to the shore, thinking beach sand would suffice.
When we finally tested the beach sand, the result was unexpected—rich in iron.
Iron!
The irony of it all.
The very sand I thought would be perfect for glass-making turned out to be full of ferrous minerals.
Life’s little surprise —— Building the Castle In the Naruto world, the most beautiful castle is undoubtedly Kazahana Castle—literally meaning “Snowflake Castle.” Just The name itself perfectly suits this place.
I have the mental blueprint of this magnificent structure, etched vividly in my mind.
So, my clones and I got to work.
While we built the castle, I also commanded the construction of the surrounding districts.
To the south, the Merchant District would rise along the gate, designed for bustling trade and commerce.
The western gate would lead into the Mercantile District, both built with sturdy rock walls and roofs covered with tiles, blending durability with beauty.
And finally, on the northern side, the Military District was to be constructed primarily from iron—strong, resilient, and prepared to defend the city from any threat.
Together, we toiled tirelessly, turning vision into reality—each stone and each wall bringing us closer to creating a city that would stand as a symbol of strength and beauty.