Jon Snow, Our main character, had a peculiar blend of humor and sunshine in his personality, yet he often portrayed himself as a serious and commanding ninja ruler.
His demeanor was a paradox—lighthearted yet resolute.
Today, however, his patience had worn thin.
He sat on his newly constructed throne, eyes narrowing as he waited for news.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and his patience finally snapped.
Via mind communication: “Where are the night watchmen?” A wood clone’s voice echoed back, calm but matter-of-fact.
“They are now starting to camp a few kilometers from the crystal wall.” Jon’s brow furrowed, and he smacked his head lightly, groaning inwardly.
Of course.
How obvious.
Even a half-witted, competent night watchman would think it stupid to investigate an unknown place at night.
No, they would camp and wait for dawn.
First, send scouts to survey the area.
Then, plan their approach carefully, and finally, prepare an escape route in case of trouble.
Leading the scouting party would be Benjen Stark, the legendary First Ranger of Castle black.
A man so competent that his name was almost a title—”The First Ranger” was a badge of honor and a mark of trust.
Jon’s frustration boiled over.
He snapped his fingers sharply, summoning the wood clones near the surrounding place (” Waiting here all night would be a waste, its better to add finishing touches on the hall” -.jons thought) They lumbered toward the throne, grumbling and protesting.
Many of them barked insults, their voices rising in a cacophony of defiance they still have construction duties to do.
Jon knew they were just venting, but it was aggravating nonetheless.
Shouting over their complaints, Jon’s voice boomed,”Shut the fu*k up, you fools!!” He inwardly chuckled at his own sternness.
Damn these clones, where did they get this not so pleasant personalities.
If only he had actual servants, they’d be vying to follow his orders first.
But these clones—well, they were all he had, and he knew exactly how to coax them into action.
He steadied his voice, softening it just enough.
“Come on, guys.
Don’t be like that.
I want you to mine carbon.” He paused dramatically, eyes gleaming with a plan.”We can create diamonds—using extreme pressure and heat.
Imagine the possibilities.
We’ll craft an incredible chandelier, sealing it with runes so that chakra will be converted to pure light.
This will illuminate the hall when the night watchmen arrives.” He paused for effect, visualizing the scene.”This hall will be surrounded by statues and ornate designs on the walls.
You can stand on the statues, while others hang upside down from the ceiling near the chandelier—eyes blazing with Sharingan—watching everything.” He could already see the reactions—the excitement, the eagerness.
His clones’ eyes sparkled with anticipation, some even imagining their poses at that very moment.
What do you think the night watch will say?
What do think their reactions?
-Jon mused aloud, a triumphant smile curling on his lips.” Without hesitation, the clones erupted into cheers.
Their blood was boiling with eagerness to make this vision real.
In an instant, they activated their Thundergod Technique, teleporting to the mountains to mine the precious carbon needed.
Jon Snow leaned back, a triumphant smile on his face.
“Hahaha…
That’s how you fool them, folks.
Hahaha.” And that how you do it – hehe —- Benjen Stark POV At the earliest glimpse of dawn, Benjen Stark woke and quickly assembled his men.
“Alright, men,” he began, voice steady but commanding.
“A few kilometers from here, our scouts have spotted a wall—or something resembling one.
I believe that whatever is inside that structure holds the answers we need.” He paused, scanning the eager faces before him.
“We’ll proceed, but only with extreme caution.
We don’t want the Lord Commander worry about where his favorite rangers have disappeared to.” A few of the men chuckled softly, easing the tension.
“Now, pack your rations,” Benjen continued.
“Eat a little, then prepare to ride.” Soon, the company reached the towering black wall.
They stopped, gazing at it with awe.
Lendon, a young Night’s Watchman who had been a hunter before joining the Wall, spoke up softly.
“That’s a wall.
A black, beautiful wall.” Benjen looked at the structure—a colossal barrier that stretched across the horizon.
The Wall at Castle Black was a gray , white and towering, an imposing sentinel.
But this wall was different: black and shimmering with golden symbols etched into its surface.
If the White Wall was a giant guardian, then this was a stunning, dark beauty—decorated with precious metals and glowing runes.
Many of the men nodded in agreement, captivated by its strange majesty.
Benjen studied the wall carefully, his gaze moving from left to right.
“This wall,” he muttered under his breath, “looks like a castle wall.” That sentence sent the entire Night’s Watch team into a flurry of whispers and exchanged glances.
“How can that be?” one of them exclaimed.
“Look at it—it’s massive!
If that’s a city wall, what kind of city is inside it?” “Who’s the people inside?” another asked, eyes wide with curiosity and suspicion.
“This is the furthest north any of us has ever gone,” Benjen said, voice low but firm.
“And it’s the coldest region we’ve stood upon.” He hesitated, then abruptly stopped speaking.
It should be colder here.
That was the logical assumption—at the furthest north, it should be freezing.
But something was off.
It’s not that cold.
The realization hit him like a blow—yet it was true.
The air was cold, yes, but not nearly as freezing as one would expect in these northernmost reaches.
Snow blanketed the ground, but it wasn’t bitterly cold.
A young voice broke the silence.
“Aye!
With all that riding, I even felt a little hot right now.
And I can feel sweat on my legs.” The men looked around, stunned into silence.
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind them.
“Hello there!” Every man immediately drew their swords and pointed them toward the stranger, caught off guard before they even noticed him.
He was dressed in a dark green jacket covered in scrolls, a black suit beneath with a hood, with strange knives strapped around his hips.
A long sword was sheathed on his back, and he wore a mysterious cat-shaped mask that obscured his face.
Stranger: “Greetings, brothers.
No need for blades—I’m no enemy.” His voice was calm, steady, with a reassurance that belied the tension in the air.
The men’s hands twitched near their swords, eyes wary.
One of the younger Watchmen, trembling slightly, kept his grip tight.
“Who are you?
How did you get so close without us noticing?” Another, more experienced, narrowed his eyes and said softly, “Yeah, with all this snow and silence, not a single crunch.
How’s that possible?
Did he walk right behind us without us hearing?” The stranger chuckled quietly, a low, amused sound.
“I moved like a whisper, brothers.
The snow beneath your feet didn’t crack because I wanted it that way.
I was watching you long before you saw me.” A heavy silence fell over the group as they instinctively scanned their surroundings, trying to find how he had slipped past them unnoticed.
Benjen Stark took a cautious step forward, eyes fixed on the man in the mask.
“State your name and purpose.
We don’t take kindly to strangers sneaking up on us in these lands.” The stranger lowered his head slightly, pulling back his hood just enough to reveal all of his mask.
His eyes was calm but piercing.
“My name is Kael.
I come from the city behind this wall— I am here because I wish to invite you inside.” The men tensed, exchanging uncertain glances.
“Inside?” Benjen asked, voice edged with suspicion.
“Why would we go with you into your city?
We’re here on a mission, and we dont trust you.” Kael’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
“Because what lies beyond that wall is not just a city.
It is a sanctuary—a place of mystery and power.
And I believe your presence there could help us both.
The younger Watchman’s grip loosened slightly, but he still kept his sword ready.
“And you expect us to trust you?
After sneaking up on us?” Kael’s gaze softened, inviting.
“I understand your caution.
But trust must start somewhere.
Come with me, and I will show you the wonder inside that wall.
You don’t have to believe everything now, but I promise, it’s worth seeing.” Benjen studied him carefully, weighing the choice.
The tension in the air was thick, and the snow around them seemed to hold its breath.
Finally, he nodded slowly.
“Very well.
Show us what you mean, Kael.
But if you betray our trust, it won’t end well.” Kael inclined his head respectfully.
“You have my word.” The night brothers lowered their swords slightly, still wary but intrigued.
The journey into the city behind the wall had begun, and nothing would be the same after this moment.
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