Okay, time to dive into the comments from Chapter 1! Let's see what you all had to say.

First up, Godnarutotormenta (in that exact order, mind you!). No, no, and maybe not. Seriously, I cannot stand Kurotsuchi. Actually, the only character I dislike even more than that unbearable... well, you know... is Sakura. And get this: Naruto is literally the great-grandson of the biggest tyrant in history – think Qin Shi Huang from our history, the very first Emperor! Akame would honestly rather off herself than be with him, especially since Naruto's got the same "I'm the only one fit to rule these idiots" mindset as his ancestor. Oh, and Chelsea? No clue who that is, and honestly, I'm not even curious enough to look it up.

To the last person who commented… the thing about the ban, it was a joke, you idiot, not me putting myself on a pedestal. It was me saying in the most dramatic way I could think of, knowing perfectly well about the multiple accounts, that I wasn't going to include Hinata no matter how many people asked me, because I don't like her character.

Next, to the person who's clearly trying to pull a fast one: if it's not happening, you're definitely not the first to try this, and you won't be the last. I'm not dumb enough to fall for the "turn my story into a comic" scam. Nice try, though.

Then we have Ren Hatori. You're saying it with good intentions, I know, but I can't help but sound sarcastic or even mean sometimes. I mean, this story has some major, like seriously huge, changes compared to the original "Sorcerer" (I'm guessing you mean something like "Sorcerer's Apprentice"). The biggest one? Minato's not dead! That's a game-changer right there.

Now, for BanMeIDareYou: My dislike for Hinata? Let's just say the day I actually write a NaruHina story is the same day my accounts get hacked, or, you know, I'm being held at gunpoint to upload one. And no, I'm not even joking! People have literally made memes about how much I can't stand Hinata for being so submissive and passive. Like I told my wife, "A woman with no personality or her own ambitions... that's not a woman in my book." And Hinata? She literally only lives for and because of Naruto. I just don't have the interest or the desire to work with that and turn her into a respectable character. Not gonna happen.

And finally, for those who might have missed it: Naruto will have seven bodyguards. So far, I've only picked three: Alpha, Delta, and Neo. The other four members? They're female (for all my English-speaking readers, English being the most gender-neutral language I know!), and I haven't even chosen them yet. So stay tuned!

Chapter 2: A Precarious Situation

"Why do we have to go to Great Britain?" The question, phrased with a hint of childish annoyance in the voice of his beloved younger sister, Wendy Alice Udgard, forced Naruto to sigh with resignation. He turned his gaze to her, contemplating the face so often described as his female counterpart. And indeed, the similarity between them was undeniable: the same alabaster skin, the same crimson glow in their hair, although hers tended to form soft curls instead of the dynamic flames of his, and those deep, immaculate blue eyes. The differences, of course, existed, the most obvious being the three-year gap that separated them in time, and another, of a purely biological nature, a matter Naruto preferred not to dwell on.

The truth was, he himself had absolutely no desire to travel to Great Britain. The island seemed exasperatingly monotonous, to the point that its only appeal lay, paradoxically, in the curiosities of the non-magical world. And no magical being who valued their lineage and power would ever consider setting foot in a place tainted by the absence of magic, not even under the threat of their own existence.

However, his father, as the undisputed patriarch of the Udgard clan, had made a firm decision. And even Wendy, who had bent him to her will since the day she was born with astonishing ease, was unable to persuade him otherwise.

Finally, after a prolonged silence broken only by the intense fixity of his younger sister's bright blue eyes, Naruto yielded to the unspoken pressure. Wendy sighed with childish theatricality and, with surprising agility for her young age, slid from her seat to settle comfortably in her older brother's lap. Without needing words, she snuggled against him, forcing Naruto to wrap his arms around her in a protective and familiar gesture. He, for his part, offered minimal resistance, secretly enjoying the warm and comforting contact of his sister. Wendy settled in with a small sigh of satisfaction, resting her head on his chest.

"Father…" Naruto began, his voice tinged with palpable caution as he searched for the precise words to articulate the delicate situation. "He's furious with Arturia and basically wants to carry out a thorough audit of her regency." He considered that the most concise and least alarming description he could offer, deliberately avoiding the more gruesome details of his father's wrath.

Wendy hummed melodiously to herself for a few moments. Her voice, always endowed with a sweetness and purity that far surpassed her brother's when it came to singing, filled the brief silence with a soft and ethereal melody. Finally, after dedicating a few more moments to considering the situation, she let out another sigh laden with childish resignation.

"What does it have to do with us?" the little princess complained, her voice now tinged with obvious annoyance. After all, her father's frequent outbursts of anger directed at the other imperial families were a common occurrence in her life. Naruto vividly recalled the previous week, when his father's fury had focused on Cobra Nefertari. The mere mention of the mage pharaoh was enough to ignite a dangerous spark in Minato's eyes, especially when it came to Nefertari's blatant negligence in allowing non-magical Egyptologists to desecrate the ancient pyramids, an act that Minato considered an unforgivable affront to the history and power of the magical world.

Leaving behind the stinging mental image of the fatuous pharaoh and his unforgivable negligence in safeguarding one of the grandest monuments of the magical world, a shiver of indignation briefly ran through Naruto's mind. With a barely perceptible sigh, he had to admit that the logic of his imminent trip to Great Britain, accompanying his father, completely eluded him. Those matters, presumably of a political and administrative nature, did not seem to directly concern them in their capacity as crown princes of the Udgard clan. It wasn't a lavish gala ball, where their presence would be a matter of protocol, nor a high-ranking social event where their father should present himself as the proud patriarch of his lineage; the nature of his father's mission remained shrouded in frustrating mystery.

"Because auditing a regency is something that consumes entire years, and your father… his heart can't bear the thought of being away from us for so long," said his mother's melodious and soft voice, a tone laden with protective tenderness that made both siblings turn simultaneously. Kushina offered them a serene and understanding smile, her delicately curved lips conveying a mixture of affection and a tacit displeasure for the destiny that awaited them in those gray and melancholic isles, a feeling that found a silent echo in the spirits of her young children.

Kushina Uzumaki, now bearing the surname Udgard after marrying her husband several years ago, radiated a dazzling beauty that placed her among the most beautiful women in the world. Her hair, a vibrant and deep red, similar to her children's although with a smooth and silky texture that contrasted with their rebellious locks, framed alabaster skin of an almost ethereal perfection. Her face, with its harmonious heart shape, was adorned by large and expressive violet eyes, whose intelligent and penetrating gleam now rested on her two only treasures in this world, conveying a wave of profound understanding, unconditional love, and a silent promise of support in the face of the journey's uncertainty.

"Mother," Naruto greeted with a serenity that concealed his budding annoyance at the prospect of the trip. His tone, although respectful, lacked the effusive warmth he usually dedicated to his mother.

"But there's nothing to do in Great Britain, Mommy," Wendy complained, her childish voice now tinged with deep displeasure. Her lips curled into an adorable but firm pout, her bright blue eyes darkening slightly at the mental image of the island. Great Britain evoked in her young mind gray and desolate landscapes, an overwhelming monotony that contrasted with the vibrant beauty of their home. Not to mention the infamous local cuisine, whose bland flavors and strange textures had been etched in her memory as a traumatic culinary experience, and the perpetually cloudy and humid weather that seemed to dim even the most cheerful spirits.

A soft chuckle escaped Kushina's lips at Wendy's childish vehemence. Certainly, the reality of Great Britain as an unattractive destination was not foreign to her own feelings. The magical economy of that particular regency languished in misery, being the poorest of all known magical communities. Even its wealthiest citizens would barely reach the economic status of a lower-middle-class member in the prosperous rest of the magical world, a disparity that spoke of a worrying stagnation. But the root of the problem went even deeper: unlike the vibrant and progressive magical societies of the rest of the globe, British wizards seemed anchored in the shadows of an obscurantist culture, showing a stubborn reluctance to embrace the advancement and progress that characterized other communities. Their conservatism bordered on immobility, stifling any glimmer of innovation and keeping their society in a self-imposed lethargy.

"Well, my love," Kushina replied with a firm sweetness, softening her tone but maintaining the determination in her violet eyes. "There isn't much that can be done about it. Your father has made a decision, and as the head of our family, we owe him respect and obedience. Besides," she added with a slight glint of cunning in her gaze, "he has entrusted me with the task of revitalizing the ailing British economy and the dull entertainment… and frankly, a bit of young and fresh perspective would do wonders for me." Kushina directed a knowing smile at her younger daughter, who watched her with her piercing blue eyes slightly narrowed, assessing the sincerity behind her words.

"So, besides having nothing interesting to do, it's also a poor place," Wendy commented with a dryness surprising for her age, her lower lip slightly protruding in a sign of her displeasure. The observation provoked a brief and discreet chuckle from Naruto, who perfectly understood his sister's aversion. Certainly, his mother had omitted a crucial detail: poverty was one of the things Wendy disliked most profoundly. For his sister, poverty was not simply a material lack; it represented a paralyzing conformism, a lack of ambition both at a governmental and individual level, an exasperating reluctance to strive to improve one's own position and environment.

"I'll authorize a safari park," Kushina said with a slight smile, her violet eyes gleaming with shrewd anticipation. She knew that if anything had the power to dispel her daughter's displeasure and make her accept this trip with a hint of enthusiasm, it would undoubtedly be the promise of building a vast nature reserve dedicated to the preservation of fascinating magical life.

Hearing those words resonated in Wendy's spirit like an enchanting melody, almost completely awakening her interest. Her bright blue eyes lit up with intense curiosity, now fixed on her mother's face, silently questioning her. "White tigers!" she exclaimed with a childishly pleading tone tinged with excitement. She loved majestic white tigers, a fascination that even rivaled her brother's deep admiration for powerful dragons. And since they were an inherently magical species, the reserve would have the capacity to house a safe and suitable habitat for them.

"We can probably get a couple," Kushina replied with a small, indulgent smile, her lips curving with maternal affection. They were a protected species, after all, and the prospect of contributing to their conservation and helping to recover their dwindling numbers was always a noble and rewarding endeavor. And if that initiative managed to draw a genuine smile on her little Wendy's face, the reward would be even greater.

"You could help a little with designing the habitat, you know, sweetheart?" Kushina said with a slightly less effusive tone than before, a subtle inflection in her voice that did not escape Wendy's sharp perception. The little princess instantly understood the change in her mother's vocal nuance: it was an unmistakable sign that Kushina now wished to speak privately with Naruto. With childish grace, Wendy placed a soft kiss on her older brother's cheek, the way she invariably said goodbye to him or wished him luck before any undertaking. Then, she stood up with surprising lightness and offered a slight and respectful bow to her mother, before leaving the room with silent steps, leaving behind a palpable air of familiar complicity.

Once the door closed behind Wendy's departure, leaving behind an expectant silence, Naruto, who apart from his brief and discreet chuckle a few moments ago had remained absorbed and silent throughout the exchange between his mother and his younger sister, finally broke the stillness with a question that denoted an uncharacteristic maturity for his eleven years. "How serious are things really?" he inquired with surprising seriousness, his piercing blue eyes fixed on his mother's face, seeking an honest answer.

"Do you know anything about the non-magical economy, my love?" Kushina asked with unusual softness, her violet gaze scrutinizing her eldest son's expression. Naruto watched her with palpable confusion for a moment. His brow furrowed slightly as he processed the unexpected question, not understanding the connection between the non-magical world, or more specifically its intricate economy, and the precarious current situation of magical Great Britain. His mother's perplexing question took him by surprise, diverting the expected course of the conversation.

"I am… aware that their economic framework is a veritable quagmire," Naruto began with studied calm, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest of the armchair. "Each nation seems to operate under its own financial rules, a mosaic of currencies whose value fluctuates grotesquely; some are barely worth the parchment they're printed on, while others boast an almost obscene purchasing power. And their distribution arteries, their complex supply chains, if the Muggle terminology is correct, resemble a chaotic and dysfunctional labyrinth," he concluded with a tranquility that veiled a slight pang of annoyance at the mere mention of the non-magical world's inefficiency.

That superficial understanding, although surprisingly accurate for his usual disinterest in worldly affairs, turned out to be a more solid foundation than Kushina had anticipated. Her son, absorbed in the complexities of ancient magic and the power dynamics between the great magical lineages, rarely paid attention to the goings-on of the non-magical world and its prosaic intricacies. Even so, this rudimentary knowledge, like an unexpected brushstroke on a blank canvas, offered a sufficient starting point for her to break down the alarming and peculiar precariousness of the British regency.

"Could you specify the current exchange rate between the ubiquitous US dollar and the faltering British pound?" Kushina inquired with a sharp intentionality in her tone, her violet eyes fixed on Naruto's face, seeking to confirm his understanding. She was practically certain that her son possessed this information, given the economic supremacy of the dollar globally since the gradual decline of the once formidable Russian influence.

"If my memory serves me correctly, one British pound is trading at around 1.3 US dollars," Naruto replied with a slightly raised eyebrow, denoting his growing bewilderment. "What's with the question, Mother?" he then inquired, his voice now marked by a palpable confusion that contrasted with his previous serenity.

"The English galleon… its value barely reaches 7.45 British pounds, my love," was Kushina's blunt and revealing answer, her violet eyes fixed on her son's, hoping the magnitude of the information would sink in. The tone of her voice lacked any ambiguity, underscoring the gravity of the economic disparity she was about to expose.

"By the great kings…" Naruto murmured, disbelief etched in every syllable. His blue eyes, usually bright and curious, had now dilated slightly, reflecting the bewilderment that gripped him. A slight tremor ran through his lips as he processed the astonishing disparity his mother had just revealed, an economic gap so abysmal that it defied all logic and understanding. His mind, accustomed to the intricate complexities of the ancient magical world, struggled to assimilate the magnitude of poverty implied by such a difference in value.

For a mind less versed in the intricate mechanisms of the magical world's economy, the simple mention that an English galleon was barely worth 7.45 meager British pounds might evoke a deceptive sense of solidity in the British magical currency. However, beneath that superficial facade lay a much darker reality, an economic abyss that resonated with the precariousness of the entire regency. While each magical community prided itself on its own currencies, adorned with unique designs reflecting its history and culture, the intrinsic value that underpinned them maintained a surprising parity globally. The French galleon, imbued with the elegance of its nation, barely exceeded the robust Midgardian galleon, the currency of the pragmatic Nordic countries, by a few insignificant euro cents.

This fundamental value was inexorably linked to the price of five ounces of the most precious metal: pure gold. Translated into the unstable and often illogical economy of the non-magical world, this represented a fluctuation around 403 dollars per ounce. In concrete terms, the Sumerian galleon, symbol of an ancient and opulent magical civilization, stood as the strongest currency, valued at an imposing 2015 dollars. In contrast, the Egyptian galleon, marked by centuries of mystery and decline, barely fell to 2000 dollars, a marginal difference that underscored the relative stability of the global magical market.

The chilling deduction that the once respected English galleon had plummeted to the derisory sum of 7.45 British pounds, an insignificant fraction that did not even reach one percent of the value of the second weakest galleon, cast an ominous shadow over the future of the British economy. The magnitude of this collapse was not only alarming, but hinted at deep systemic problems, an economic metastasis that threatened to destabilize the entire regency.

"They are… as if they've vanished… How the hell did they allow their economy to crumble like this?" Naruto finally articulated, his youthful mind struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation. The scale of the disaster evoked in him a mixture of disbelief and a budding concern for the potential repercussions. After a brief internal struggle to find the right words, the raw and direct question he finally formulated reflected the urgency of his bewilderment, setting aside diplomatic formalities for a moment.

"An economy built on an almost paranoid isolation, entrenched in its own traditions and resistant to any external influence," Kushina began with a sigh laden with resignation. "And the persistent shadow of countless dark lords who, throughout the centuries, have systematically devastated not only their fragile economy, but also the very fabric of their magical culture, eroding their identity and sowing chaos. In fact," she added with a barely perceptible shiver in her voice, reflecting a deep disgust, "their lineages have incestuously intertwined for generations, an endogamous practice so widespread that it's almost a miracle their population doesn't suffer from widespread blindness, both literal and metaphorical, to the reality that surrounds them."

The truth was that sexual intimacy between relatives, even between siblings, did not cause a great scandal in the permissive customs of the magical world. Hell, Kushina herself recalled with a pang of mischievous nostalgia several intimate encounters shared with her younger sister during their carefree adolescence; a youthful secret that still evoked a knowing smile on her lips. The magical world, in its vast tolerance, exhibited a surprising liberality regarding bedroom choices, as long as such unions were made with mutual consent and without inflicting harm on third parties. What did generate a deep frown of disapproval was the conception of offspring between individuals with close blood ties. Unlike the erroneous belief of non-magicals, who naively thought that such unions preserved the purity of their lineages, magical beings possessed an ancestral knowledge of the genetic risks inherent in inbreeding. While children born from these relationships did not always manifest obvious problems, future generations would inevitably bear the weight of a weakened genetic inheritance, a grim truth etched in the annals of their history.

Fortunately, the shadow of genetic degeneration did not loom over the future of their own children. Minato, whose existence spanned over thirty millennia, a longevity that placed him in an almost divine sphere, barely shared any ancestral ties with any of the other nine imperial families, a distance that guaranteed the purity and strength of his offspring. Therefore, a union with Alexia Midgard, the stoic heiress of the icy Nordic house, whose lineage dated back to the dawn of the first era, or Noelle Silva, the proud bloom of the noble elven family, whose beauty and grace were legendary, or any other maiden of a social and magical status similar to his son's, would ensure the perpetuation of grandchildren of strong and vigorous lineage, an inheritance of health and power that would transcend any other political or strategic consideration. But, setting aside speculations about the future and returning to the worrying and almost incomprehensible state of the English economy…

"How the hell, in their infinite ineptitude, do they even plan to resurrect an economy so… pulverized and shattered?" Naruto finally inquired, disbelief still reverberating in every syllable of his voice. The magnitude of the British financial disaster seemed to defy all rational logic, and the mere idea of a successful recovery seemed like a herculean and titanic task, almost an impossible chimera to conceive, a mirage of hope in the midst of a desolate wasteland.

"Your father possesses a series of… unorthodox methods, if you'll allow me the frankness," Kushina began with a resigned sigh, her violet gaze reflecting a mixture of confidence and skepticism. "The key, according to his criteria, lies in a profound cultural transformation, and the educational institution is the first pillar that must undergo this adaptation. That's why he has entrusted me with the task of devising and executing strategies to revitalize the dormant entertainment of British society, offering them novel spectacles and sensory experiences they have never witnessed before. The hope, perhaps naive, is that this injection of external stimuli will manage to open their minds, hitherto hermetic and resistant, to foreign influences. And, in turn, this nascent openness would allow the exploration of new lines of business, the flourishing of more dynamic trade, and, with a bit of luck and a lot of effort, the gradual recovery of an economy that is currently on the verge of collapse." Kushina strove to explain the intricate strategy with as much calm and clarity as possible, although a shadow of uncertainty veiled her expressive eyes. Deep down, she harbored profound doubts about the viability of the plan. Even for Minato, whose vast experience spanned almost the entire history of the dwindling remnants of his legendary grandfather's once great empire, this mission seemed like a titanic undertaking, bordering on the limits of what was possible.

"We would save precious time and considerable effort by simply disowning Arturia's regency completely…" Naruto grumbled with barely contained frustration, his fingers clenching into fists with restrained force. As a legendary warrior, Arturia had always deserved his respect and admiration; her courage and skill on the battlefield were unquestionable. However, as the ruler of the British territory, her performance clearly left much to be desired, marked by a negligence and inefficiency that bordered on incompetence.

"Change imposed by force is rarely welcomed, my love," Kushina replied with a slight reprimand in her tone, although her violet eyes shone with patient understanding. "Your great-grandfather, the great King Qin, was able to unify the world with an iron fist because, being the same man who defied and vanquished the very gods, no one in their right mind dared to oppose his will. And since your father is his direct grandson, heir to his power and his legacy, no one has dared to challenge his authority until now, especially because he has governed with intelligent pragmatism and unwavering justice."

"But if he imposes such a drastic change now, and does it by force, the probability of a disaster of epic proportions increases exponentially," Naruto argued with a seriousness that belied his young age, his mind already weighing the possible consequences of a rash action. After uttering these words, he let out a deep sigh, laden with a weariness unbefitting an eleven-year-old. At that moment, a nostalgic longing washed over him, fervently wishing to return to the carefree days of his five years, when his greatest worry was avoiding at all costs the mischievous Alexia cutting his hair, a threat that terrified him at the prospect of his long locks making him look like a girl.

"Go on, go pack your belongings. We'll depart at dawn," Kushina said with a soft and warm smile, her violet eyes shining with maternal tenderness and a touch of melancholy at the imminent departure. She placed a light and affectionate kiss on her son's forehead, an instinctive and loving gesture. Then, she bid him farewell with an eloquent look and left the room herself, aware of the urgent need to begin preparing her own luggage for the long journey.

End of Chapter.