Naruto: The Green Mentalist

The candle's flame flickered low, casting jagged shadows against the walls of Oliver's small room. Outside, Konoha slept in peaceful ignorance. But inside, something had shifted—no longer just in theory or in silence.

A decision had been made.

A line crossed.

Oliver stared down at his notebook, its pages no longer filled with idle musings or abstract philosophies. Tonight's words were different. Sharper. Real.

Dreams don't build nations. Actions do.

And the first action had become clear.

Accelerate the Snow Country mission.

He closed his eyes and saw her again—not from memory, but from imagination. The Princess of the Snow Country. Regal. Isolated. Unbroken by the ice.

He had never met her, but he knew her story. A symbol of quiet strength. A woman who ruled a cold, beautiful land far from the choking grip of the Five Great Nations.

To the world, she was distant.

To Oliver, she was a key.

If he could reach her—offer her help, a vision, power—he could build the foundations of something greater than himself.

Not just a hidden alliance.

A sovereign partnership.

He dipped his brush into ink and wrote with swift, practiced precision:

Entry: Phase One – Foundation Through Movement

Objective:

Accelerate diplomatic or tactical involvement in the Snow Country.

Make contact with the princess.

Propose cooperation under secrecy.

Offer advanced chakra tech and infrastructure support.

Begin identifying neutral land that can be transformed into sovereign territory.

Long-Term Goal:

Establish the first cell of the Country of Freedom.

Hidden beneath the snow. Rooted in alliance.

Free from clan control. Free from village politics.

Free.

He tapped the brush against the rim of the ink bottle, thinking.

The plan required influence. Connections. He'd need a mission—official, clean on the surface. That meant approaching someone with pull: Shikamaru or even Naruto, if it came to that.

They wouldn't need to know the full scope.

Not yet.

They just needed to open the door.

Once inside, Oliver would do what he always did: observe, listen, and move quietly. One conversation with the princess could change everything.

He flipped the page and scrawled one final line:

To build a kingdom, first you need a place no one's watching.

And a queen who knows what silence costs.

The fire within him burned now—steady, dangerous, and clear.

This was not rebellion.

This was not escape.

This was creation.

He wasn't just dreaming of freedom anymore.

He was taking the first step toward becoming a king.