Jon Snow stepped quietly into his chamber, the heavy door closing softly behind him.
The air was thick with a mixture of anticipation and relief.
He already knew—his aunt had finally finished giving birth.
The news will spread quickly through Winterfell, and with it, a quiet sense of satisfaction settled over him.
Two Stark children had been born—he could almost see the joy and chaos that filled the hall.
Yet, Jon’s sharp mind quickly shifted to the bigger picture.
Three more to come, he thought with a smirk.
Looks like Uncle Ned will have to step up his game.
Hahaha.
A faint chuckle escaped me at the thought.
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Then I moved to the corner of my room, Then called for Chione, the system , to display my current status.
Ding.
The familiar, calm voice echoed softly in the room.
Name: Jon Snow Age: 59 Rank: Sage Attributes: Strength (STR): 167 (Determines physical power and weapon damage) Agility (AGI): 109 (Determines movement speed, reaction time, and evasion) Stamina (STA): 10,000 (Determines chakra reserves and physical endurance) Intelligence (INT): 179 (Determines chakra control and tactical analysis) Bloodline: Uchiha / Senju Chakra Element: Fire , Water , Earth , Air SKILLS: #- Wood Release (Mokuton) The ability to manipulate wood and plant life for offense, defense, and environmental control.
He can create massive forests, barriers, and powerful constructs.
#- Healing Abilities Exceptional regenerative powers, allowing him to heal himself and others rapidly, even from severe injuries.
#- Immense Chakra Reserves Enormous chakra capacity, enabling him to use powerful jutsu repeatedly and for extended periods.
#- Earth and Water Jutsu Skilled in techniques that manipulate earth and water, creating barriers and powerful attacks.
#- Sharingan The Uchiha clan’s dojutsu that allows him to copy techniques, predict movements, and cast powerful genjutsu (illusions).
#- Mangekyo Sharingan A more advanced form of the Sharingan, granting access to powerful techniques like Amaterasu (black flames) and Susanoo (a giant warrior avatar).
#- Susanoo A colossal, armored warrior made of chakra, providing both offense and defense.
#- Fire Style Techniques Mastery of fire jutsu, including devastating techniques like Fireball and Phoenix-Flame.
#- Tsukuyomi A powerful genjutsu that traps opponents in an illusionary world, causing severe mental trauma.
#- Enhanced Taijutsu and Kenjutsu Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship, often wielding the sword of Susanoo or other weapons.
—— I watched the data on the interface, my mind already analyzing the implications.
Strength and agility were formidable, but it was my stamina—an almost limitless reservoir of chakra—and sharp intelligence that truly set me apart.
Tsk tsk tsk..
A faint smile crossed my face as I absorbed the numbers.
The game has only just begun.
Turning away from the display,my eyes flickered with purpose.
The next step was clear.
With my growing power, Westros was about to change—whether they knew it or not.
—— (Living plant-style cloning technique!) A method I devised—its more than a mere clone, it’s like creating a second body.
The clone is weaker than the original, but it grows and functions as a living human.
I faced my clone, voice steady.
“You know what to do, right?” “You’ll stay here, protect the Stark family,” I said, “while I head north.
And When the time comes, we’ll grant them the bloodlines.” The clone simply shrugged and made a casual OK sign.
Without hesitation, I slipped through the window and climbed onto the roof.
From my pocket, I pulled a kunai with my mark etched onto its surface.With a flick of my wrist, I sent it soaring—more than two kilometers away, flying northward into the wilderness.
Before the kunai hit the ground, I teleported, catching it midair, adopting the signature pose of the Fourth Hokage’s landing.
I smiled… that feels good.
My outfit is sleek—a form-fitting white bodysuit reinforced with subtle armor at the elbows, knees, and shoulders.
A lightweight hood and an ANBU wolf mask conceal my face, blending into shadows.
A matching belt holds small pouches, while soft-soled boots and silent gloves complete the look—perfect for swift, stealthy strikes from the darkness.
At my back, my two custom-forged swords.
I sprint toward the Wall, my speed unmatched.
The wind lashes at my face, icy blasts biting at every inch of me—yet I remain unfazed.
Chakras within shield me from the cold, fueling my rapid movement.
As I run, I call out to my friend, Chione.”How many days until I reach the Wall?” Chione -” answering the host The journey to the wall from winterfell is about 640km With the host Running Speed (Without Techniques): runs at around 60-80 km/h (37-50 mph) together with occasional short bursts, comparable to a fast animal or sprinter, when using physical conditioning.
You will arrived in 10 days Ohhhhh.
And How many days a travel in horseback will take?
A skilled traveler has a speed of 15-20 miles per day (24-32 km), considering terrain, weather, and rest.
So, at a steady pace, it would likely take about 20 to 30 days for a traveler to make the journey from Winterfell to the Wall.
Note: This is a rough estimate based on the series’ depiction of travel times.
Actual duration can vary depending on weather, route, and circumstances.
I see.
Thanks man.
The travel continued and after 13 days i arrived at the wall I could arrive much earlier but hunting for food and enjoying some sceneries take up some on my time.
I decided that ill pass through castle black Its an iconic place that every GOT enthusiast must see .
With the invisibilty technique and lightweight technique I floated in the air and fly .
The view was breath taking.
Floating before the Wall, I am struck silent by its overwhelming size.
Towering thousands of feet into the gray sky, it seems almost alive—an ancient, icy beast of stone and ice.
The surface is jagged and treacherous, shimmering with frost and snow, stretching endlessly in both directions like a wall of frozen eternity.
Its immense height makes it seem insurmountable, a colossal barrier that no ordinary man could hope to scale.
The wind howls past, carrying icy gusts that make the entire structure seem to vibrate with a cold, unyielding power.
I feel small and humbled—standing before a monument built to withstand the fury of nature and the dangers lurking beyond, a true testament to the might and resilience of the realm.
Then i saw Castle Black- it stands rugged and imposing at the edge of the icy Wall, a massive fortress built of dark stone and towering wooden defenses.
The great gate is reinforced with iron and guarded day and night by vigilant men in black cloaks.
Tall watchtowers rise above the ramparts, their silhouettes sharp against the cold, gray sky.
Inside, the courtyard bustles with activity.
Rangers in black cloaks and leather armor move swiftly, preparing for patrols or training new recruits.
The air is filled with the clang of weapons, shouts of commands, and the murmur of soldiers on duty.
Rangers and brothers—men sworn to protect the realm from threats beyond the Wall—stand watchful, their faces hardened by years of cold and conflict.
Some of the inhabitants are seasoned veterans, their faces etched with scars and stories of battle.
Others are young recruits, eager but nervous, learning the ways of the Night’s Watch.
The atmosphere is tense but disciplined—every man here understands the gravity of their duty: guarding the realm from the dangers lurking in the icy wilderness beyond the Wall.
Beyond the Wall after I flew.
Past the dense forest that stretched before it, I saw only endless expanse—vast white ice and snow that shimmered under the pale, cold sun.
An infinite sea of frost, silent and unforgiving.
I muttered softly under my breath, activating the Wood Style cloning technique.
From my body, tendrils of wood crept outward, twisting and branching in different directions—growing rapidly, separating, and transforming into perfect replicas of myself.
Hundreds of clones stood around me—one hundred in total—each one infused with enough chakra to last for many months.
If their reserves held out, and with the natural energy of the north flowing into them, they would enter Sage Mode, replenishing their chakra and continue the plan.
I took a deep breath, then raised my voice.”Listen up, all of you.” My voice echoed across the icy plains.
“Our primary objective is to scout the entire true north.
Anything you encounter—whether creature, terrain, or threat—report back immediately.” I paused, making sure every clone understood.”Our top priority is to find the best location for our kingdom.” I looked directly at a few of the clones, my gaze firm.
“If you see refugees—observe them.
They might be our future people.” A cold glint ran down my eyes as I added with a fierce tone, “And any White Walkers you encounter—destroy them.
No hesitation.” “Got it?” In unison, every clone responded, “Yes!” With a flash, we all scattered—heading in every direction, including myself, vanishing into the endless white wilderness, shadows dissolving into the icy horizon.