Well, to respond to Dragonkeeper10, the thing is... this Naruto is the second most overpowered of all. Only the Dragon King is stronger. Gremory is literally terrified of this Naruto, since he is the King of Creation and, as such, his level is obscenely higher than that of even the primordial gods. Simply, in this rewrite of his story (which was previously called 'King of Sorcerers'), the guy was a monster from birth. But this time, having a father who protects and guides him, he didn't need to, you know, become a monster to protect his beloved younger sister.

Chapter 3: Magical Bank

"Damn it." Naruto growled, a look of deep distaste etched upon his face. The transportation method employed to reach the supposed commercial district of Great Britain had violated his sense of aesthetics and his physical well-being. Apparition, a practice authorized in that decadent territory, had become an absolute abhorrence. And in his mind, he swore, with a silent yet fierce intensity, that the next individual who dared force him to submit to such an ordeal would feel the weight of his wrath. The memory of the Blue Flash, in contrast, evoked an image of elegance and superiority.

"Wendy handled it much better than you," Kushina observed, a glint of barely contained amusement in her violet eyes, which scrutinized her son with a mix of mockery and tenderness.

"That's not true," Wendy replied, her voice, despite its childish tone, denoting an unexpected firmness. "I'm simply physically incapable of feeling nausea, remember, half-mermaid." Her pale, tense face contrasted with the vehemence of her words. Her stomach churned in a sea of unease, her head spun in a dizzying dance. But the physiology of her mermaid lineage prevented her, by biological design, from succumbing to vomiting.

Kushina, absorbed in her reflections, had omitted a peculiar detail. Mermaids, particularly females, due to a... peculiarity in their sexual appetite, had undergone an evolution that eliminated susceptibility to nausea, a distinctive trait in their physiology.

"Madam." The voice of one of the bodyguards assigned by Minato for this shopping trip, a young first-grade sorcerer, interrupted her train of thought. Kushina turned her head, her violet eyes meeting the expectant gaze of the sorcerer. Why a first-grade sorcerer and not a special-grade? The answer lay in the scarcity of special-grades, whose figures were recognized worldwide. Their presence as escorts for a mother and her two children would have inevitably generated suspicion and gossip, a situation that Kushina, with her habitual pragmatism, wished to avoid.

The task of persuading Alpha and the other deities to remain in the palace of Camelot had proven arduous. However, thanks to Naruto's persuasive intervention, they understood that seven special-grades constituted an excessive force in a country where the greatest known threat was a dark wizard with disturbed tendencies.

The young woman escorting them, a bodyguard designated for the shopping trip, barely exceeded her son Naruto in age, around sixteen years old. Her hair, jet black and of extraordinary length, was gathered in a ponytail that descended to brush her ankles, a dark frame for her delicately featured face. Her eyes, of an intense violet hue, sparkled with keen intelligence, observing the surroundings with meticulous attention. Her figure, remarkably developed for her age, exhibited curves that defied the human norm; however, considering her half-tengu heritage, a race known for its exuberant physique, that anatomy was understandable. Her name, Akeno Himejima or something similar, had momentarily faded from Naruto's memory. What he did remember clearly was her kinship with Azazel, and her status as one of the most powerful first-grade sorcerers of her generation.

"Yes?" Kushina inquired with studied calm, though a hint of irritation struggled to manifest. Aware of the impropriety of venting her frustration in a public setting, she repressed the urge to reprimand the young bodyguard. After all, disturbing her moment of subtle rejoicing at her son's visible discomfort bordered on impertinence.

"We have secured and requested an appointment at Gringotts Bank," the young woman reported, her voice soft, yet bearing a note of calculated reverence. Her prudence stemmed from the clear understanding that the Udgards possessed the power to dispose of her existence with a simple gesture, a reality that urged her to utmost courtesy. Coupled with this, the grim warning from the Seven Shadows, who had promised to turn her life into eternal torment should Naruto suffer any harm, weighed on her mind like a leaden slab.

"Ah, initiative... I like it," Kushina replied with an enigmatic smile, omitting any mention of the young woman's true motivation. The facade of amiability concealed a darker reality: that "initiative" had been coerced by a terrifying threat, a subtle coercion that Kushina had perceived with her habitual perspicacity.

"Lead the way," Kushina commented, her tone leaving no room for argument. The young Akeno, comprehending the subtlety of the order, nodded with a slight bow of her head and began to guide them.

"The entrance to their commercial district is a damned, ramshackle tavern?" Kushina inquired, her incredulity palpable. The place, with its grimy facade and sordid atmosphere, was an insult to her sense of aesthetics.

Akeno, aware of the impending storm, opted for silence and quickened her pace. Wendy, anticipating the disaster, took her mother's hand, attempting, in vain, to appease her growing irritation. Ignoring the bartender and the patrons, whose appearance did not improve the panorama, they advanced until they came upon an old brick wall, flanked by a mountain of overflowing garbage cans.

"...Arty has a lot of explaining to do," Kushina murmured, her voice laden with latent threat. The prospect of a conversation with her niece, regarding the state of the entrance to her prized commercial district, promised to be anything but pleasant.

"You're Akeno, right?" Naruto asked, desperately seeking a distraction. A conversation with someone his age seemed an infinitely more appealing option than witnessing his mother's imminent outburst. The task of calming her, given her evident disgust for anything that did not meet her lofty aesthetic expectations, was an endeavor doomed to failure.

"Yes," Akeno replied, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. She lowered her gaze for an instant, aware of Naruto's fame as a young man with a considerable female retinue. In her mind, she reviewed her own attractiveness: the grace of her movements, the cascade of her jet-black hair, the depth of her violet eyes. It was not vanity, but an objective assessment of her possibilities in that context. At the same time, the idea of being considered just another member of Naruto's harem provoked a mixture of unease and a strange curiosity.

Naruto, oblivious to Akeno's internal turmoil, rolled his eyes with an expression of weariness. At eleven years old, the label of "female retinue" was as uncomfortable as it was inevitable. The reality was that his retinue consisted of women, not because of his seductive prowess, but simply because of their willingness to care for a child. Special-grade sorcerers, for the most part, seemed to consider the task of child protection an affront to their pride. Thus, Naruto found himself surrounded by sorceresses who, far from being seduced, seemed to genuinely enjoy the company of a child whom, to his dismay, many found adorable.

"Do you come to Great Britain often?" Naruto asked, hoping the question would initiate a fluid conversation, though his tone revealed an underlying skepticism.

Akeno observed the young prince with an expression that wavered between incredulity and resignation. Naruto's reputation as a young man of... gallant inclinations, preceded him, and the banality of his initial question did not bode well for an interesting conversation. "Hardly anyone likes coming to Great Britain, sir," she replied with a courtesy tinged with skepticism. Her fingers began to crackle, small discharges of bluish electricity dancing between them, before she launched them against the bricks. The resulting pattern, an intricate sequence of sparks, seemed to be the key they sought, for the wall vanished, revealing a hidden alleyway. Crossing it, the group found themselves in a scene that defied all logic: British wizards and witches, clad in garish colored robes, strolled among merchandise stalls, conjuring spells with a disconcerting nonchalance.

"I'm not wearing a robe," Naruto muttered, with a grimace of disgust. The idea of donning such a bulky and impractical garment was abhorrent to him.

"Don't they know about tights?" Wendy asked, with a mix of incredulity and disdain. Her cousin Mordred's stories about British fashion, stuck in the late Middle Ages, fell short of the reality. The spectacle of multicolored robes and pointed hats far exceeded any expectation of stylistic backwardness.

"Fashion industry to the rescue," Kushina commented, emerging from her daze with an expression that mixed disbelief and determination. The sight of the garish robes had awakened in her an irrepressible impulse: a trip to Acier Silva, the renowned designer, had become an immediate priority. However, that detour would have to wait. "Alright, here's the plan," she announced, turning her attention to her children. "We'll go to the bank, open accounts in this country. I'll stay to discuss the details of the businesses I plan to start, while you two shop and we go home." Naruto and Wendy nodded, resigned to their mother's undeniable authority.

"Do you remember the school supplies list?" Wendy whispered to her brother, a hint of concern in her voice.

"No," Naruto replied, with an honesty devoid of guilt or shame. The list of school supplies, a mere reminder of obligations, lacked the slightest relevance to him. His disinterest was palpable, a declaration of principles in a world he often found too mundane.

Kushina, anticipating her son's proverbial strike, a passive-aggressive resistance to his imminent stay at Hogwarts, extracted a neatly folded parchment. On it lay the list of required school materials and uniforms. With an imperious gesture, she handed it to Akeno, who blinked a few times, bewildered by the sudden assignment.

"Make sure they get everything," Kushina instructed, her tone brooking no argument. "And believe me, Naruto can be charming when he wants to be." The warning, tinged with a dangerous undertone, resonated in the air. Kushina knew her son's capacity for manipulation; a power capable of turning the most ardent followers of the last dark lord into repentant confessors, eager to atone for crimes never committed.

"I'm always charming," Naruto replied, his voice sweetened with a melody that provoked in Akeno a sudden impulse to hug him. However, the malicious smile that accompanied his words alerted her, dispelling any trace of charm.

"You're dangerous," Akeno stated, with a smile that denoted a mixture of caution and fascination. "Undoubtedly, this mission won't be entirely unpleasant."

Griphook, whose skill in managing accounts rivaled his peculiar fascination with the carts that descended into the vaults, felt a sudden chill. The Udgard clan vault, a treasure dating back to the era of the legendary King of Kings, demanded his meticulous attention. And a recently received note, informing him of the arrival of Minato Udgard's children and their request for access to the dormant accounts, had put him on high alert.

The news triggered an internal conflict within the goblin. On one hand, the Udgard bloodline, a symbol of incalculable power and reverential respect, demanded an immediate and courteous response. The mere possibility of the rightful heirs presenting themselves at Gringotts required extreme deference. On the other hand, suspicion, a distinctive trait of goblins, whispered doubts: were they truly Minato's offspring, or impostors with hidden intentions? The mere idea of being deceived sparked a flicker of fury in his sharp eyes. If so, the intruders would know the relentless justice of Gringotts: Azkaban, or an encounter with the dragons guarding the bank's depths, would be their punishment.

With steely determination, Griphook hurried through the labyrinthine corridors, the echo of his footsteps resounding off the stone walls. Upon reaching the VIP room, he examined the scene through the glass. His gaze lingered on the jet-haired woman, whose discreet presence radiated an aura of subtle yet undeniable power. Akeno Himejima, Azazel's niece, a first-grade sorceress whose lineage was unmistakable and terrifying. Akeno's presence, though offering a semblance of legitimacy to the situation, did not completely dispel Griphook's caution. The combination of Udgard blood and an escort linked to Azazel demanded a meticulous approach and extreme diplomacy. The situation was volatile, and Griphook knew a misstep could unleash catastrophic consequences.

Griphook, after a thorough observation of the children, confirmed his suspicions. The blood of the King of Kings, a legendary lineage, manifested clearly in their luminous blue eyes, a distinctive trait that left no room for doubt. This sign, known to all Gringotts goblins, was a guarantee of nobility.

With a tone that attempted to balance professionalism with forced deference, Griphook entered the room. The presence of the Udgard bloodline, and even more so, that of the King of Kings, demanded a courtesy that transcended the bank's usual norms. It was prudent to remember the capabilities of said family, and to bear in mind the warnings made by the seven shadows. "Good morning," he greeted, with a bow of his head. "I was informed that the young princes wish to make a withdrawal?"

Kushina, maintaining her impeccable composure, rose with an elegance that contrasted with the tension in the air. "The information we received at the counters was different. We were informed that my husband's family has dormant accounts at this bank. Our original intention was to open new accounts, but this unexpected discovery has altered our plans." Her voice, though polite, contained a note of barely concealed impatience. The situation, with its bureaucracy and ambiguity, threatened to derail her plans, and Kushina, known for her pragmatism, was not willing to tolerate unnecessary delays. The fact that he meandered a bit, did not help the situation.

"I understand," Griphook replied, his voice a raspy murmur that echoed in the VIP room. The flickering light of the crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows on his sharp face, accentuating the cunning in his dark eyes. "It makes sense that the Lady was unaware of the existence of these accounts. Lord Minato has not set foot on British soil since the time of King Arthur the First, a time shrouded in the mists of the Celtic warriors." A sigh escaped his lips, a dry, brief sound. "I assume, then, that you do not possess the key?"

Kushina's gaze rested upon him, an expression that combined forced patience with a hint of irritation. Her violet eyes, normally full of warmth, had darkened slightly, conveying a clear message: "Don't waste my time with unnecessary questions, goblin."

Griphook, aware of the silent warning, averted his gaze to the dark oak desk that dominated the room. With a swift and precise gesture, he summoned an ancient parchment, its yellowish surface covered with intricate runes. The parchment unfurled with a soft rustle, revealing an intricate family tree drawn in crimson ink.

"If the young Prince Uzumaki permits," Griphook said, bowing slightly before Naruto, his voice laden with forced courtesy, "I would like to request a small sample of his blood to confirm his identity. It is not my intention to disrespect you, Lord, but this particular account demands extreme caution."

Naruto shrugged, indifferent to the protocol. For him, bank bureaucracy was a minor tedium. With a dismissive gesture, he extended his hand to Griphook, who, with almost surgical precision, extracted an ornate dagger from his belt. The blade, sharp as crystal, gleamed in the light, revealing intricate engravings that snaked along its surface.

With a swift movement, Griphook pricked Naruto's finger, drawing seven drops of crimson blood that fell upon the ancient parchment. The crimson ink twisted and mingled with the blood, forming a complex pattern that glowed with a faint light. Griphook observed the result attentively, his dark eyes scrutinizing every detail of the pattern.

The result that unfolded before Griphook's eyes was, frankly, what Naruto expected. An intricate family tree, traced in crimson ink on the ancient parchment, revealed the young prince's ancestry. The paternal line, however, was surprisingly brief: it stopped abruptly at his great-grandfather, the legendary King Qin, the first king of the world. The apparent incongruity dissipated upon remembering Minato's elven nature and his 30,000-year longevity, which made Qin a relatively close ancestor. In contrast, Kushina's line, a mermaid and only 32 years old, stretched across countless generations, spanning millennia of history.

The conclusion, inescapable, was etched in Griphook's mind. The boy before him was none other than the rightful heir to the Magician King's throne. And since his younger sister, Wendy, was a mirror image of him, a female version with identical royal blood, subjecting her to the test would be mere redundancy.

With a deep, almost reverential bow, Griphook addressed Naruto. His voice, normally rough and calculating, acquired an almost awestruck tone. "Young Prince," he announced, with uncharacteristic respect, "your fortune, now reactivated, will be fundamental in revitalizing the decadent economy of this country. Please, follow me. We will proceed to your family vault."

"At least this saves us a tedious process," Kushina commented, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. The goblins' awareness of the Udgard family's economic impact on Great Britain would greatly facilitate her ambitious business plans.

As they headed into the depths of the vaults, Akeno could not tear her eyes away, completely bewildered, from the transformation Griphook had undergone. The mere confirmation of Naruto's identity as an Udgard had triggered a radical change in the goblin's behavior, shifting from professional caution to an almost servile reverence. The most intriguing thing, however, was the naturalness with which the two children, Naruto and Wendy, accepted this display of submission. They showed no trace of annoyance or surprise, as if they were accustomed to the world bending to their wishes. And, Akeno thought, perhaps they had reason to be. Their father was the Magician King, and their lineage traced back to the King of Kings himself.

Akeno, belonging to an ancient and distinguished lineage, the Himejima, could not avoid the comparison. Her family had lost its imperial status about 20,000 years ago, during the reign of the Golden King, whose antagonism with a Himejima ancestor had marked a turning point in their history. Despite this, her lineage was still respected, but she had never witnessed such a deep and evident inclination as Griphook showed towards the Udgards. The deference towards her, at best, had been a mere acknowledgment of her position, never a display of true submission. That difference, subtle but palpable, spoke of the magnitude of the power that emanated from the Udgard bloodline.

Akeno's surprise intensified as she observed how, upon reaching the mining cart platform, Griphook stopped with almost choreographic precision. He turned towards a wall covered in arcane symbols, pressing a specific sequence with agile fingers. The rock slid aside, revealing a hidden tunnel, and from its depths emerged a cart that radiated an elegance far superior to ordinary vehicles. With a smooth glide, the cart stopped before them, awaiting.

The vehicle was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its jet-black surface gleaming with a deep luster. The crest of the ancient imperial clan of King Qin, a radiant rising sun, adorned the side, a reminder of the monarch's nickname: "The King of the Rising Sun." A vaulted roof, designed to protect the occupants from the subterranean elements, arched over the seats.

Griphook opened the side door with a reverential gesture, inviting the three members of the imperial family to enter. "This way, my ladies and lord," he announced, his voice almost trembling with respect. "We will descend to your vaults."

Kushina, Naruto, and Wendy, in a gesture of courtesy more than anything else, invited Akeno to join them in the cart. As soon as they were inside, Akeno sank into the cushioned seats, surprised by their unexpected comfort. The goblin, meanwhile, took a seat in the front, engaging a lever with an expert movement. The cart began to move, gaining speed as it plunged into the dark tunnels.

"This cart is infinitely more comfortable than the rusty cans they make Mom and me travel in," Akeno thought, with a touch of bitterness. She was fully aware that all wizards used the same mining carts, but she could not help but feel the disparity between the treatment dispensed to the imperial family and her own. The difference was palpable, a reflection of the power and influence the Udgards wielded.

"I will have to find a way to join their personal guard," she told herself, as she observed the luxurious interior of the vehicle. "If these are the privileges that accompany their service, it is worth the effort." However, she knew the path would be long and arduous. To be part of the select groups of crown knights, guardians of the ten imperial families, required holding, at a minimum, the title of special-grade sorcerer. A standard that few could reach. The idea of reaching such a level, and the prestige that accompanied it, seemed an almost unattainable goal. Almost.

Finally, after a journey filled with mixed emotions, the cart stopped before an imposing structure. Wendy, with a radiant smile, had enjoyed every second of the trip, delighting in the dizzying curves and the peculiar loop that had briefly turned them upside down. Naruto, meanwhile, had taken the opportunity to attempt, with a persistence that baffled Griphook, to buy a couple of the dragons they had spotted during the journey. The goblin's gaze, a mix of curiosity and disbelief, reflected his astonishment at Naruto's apparent fascination with those Class 5 creatures, considered among the most dangerous in the magical world. The boy observed them with an expression that evoked the tenderness of a child towards a puppy.

"Vault 001," Griphook announced, his tone blending professional respect with a hint of admiration, as he exited the cart and opened the door for them.

The vault, a marvel of ancient engineering, stood before them in all its magnificence. Its size was such that Akeno, despite her considerable physical strength, doubted her ability to open the heavy doors. The symbol of the ancient imperial family, a radiant rising sun, was engraved on the door's surface, surrounded by intricate runes that snaked through the stone. Akeno assumed it was a complex opening mechanism, a magical barrier designed to protect the treasures that lay within.

Griphook approached the imposing rock door, brushing it with a bony finger. Upon contact, a hidden lock was revealed, an intricate mechanism of ancient metal. With millimeter precision, the goblin extracted the parchment stained with Naruto's blood, using it as an improvised key. No one, not even the Udgard family members, understood the exact workings of the mechanism, but discretion prevailed. If even the guardians of that treasure were ignorant of its secrets, its security would be guaranteed.

With a dull rumble, the heavy rock doors opened, revealing the vault's contents. Kushina, accustomed to opulence, could not help but make a slight gesture of astonishment. She knew her husband's family possessed considerable wealth, but the magnitude of the treasure exceeded her expectations. Mountains of gold coins, stacked as far as the eye could see, gleamed with a blinding luster. However, upon analyzing the situation carefully, she remembered that they were English galleons, a relatively modest currency. After all, an English galleon was equivalent to 7.45 British pounds, while the Egyptian gallon, the second least valuable currency in comparison, reached 2000 pounds. The difference was abysmal, a reminder of the disparity between material wealth and economic power.

However, what truly captured Kushina's attention, eclipsing even the sight of the gold, was a voice that echoed in the vault, laden with a harsh and disdainful tone.

"Well, finally one of you idiots deigns to visit this vault."

The source of the voice was a magical portrait, hanging on one of the vault's walls. The figure depicted, a man of imposing bearing and piercing gaze, radiated an aura of undeniable authority. His expression, marked by a furrowed brow and tight lips, made it clear that the presence of the newcomers did not exactly bring him joy. Rather, he seemed irritated.

"What?" Naruto and Wendy exclaimed in unison, surprised by the insult. Accustomed to reverence and submission, they had never been called idiots by anyone.

Kushina, however, instantly recognized the figure in the portrait. "Ah, your father will love this... We thought there were no portraits left of your great-grandfather," she commented, with a hint of irony in her voice. She had identified the legendary King of Kings, Qin Shi Huang, the father of a thousand legends, the monarch who began the world's history.

Qin Shi Huang, even in a portrait, exuded an overwhelming presence. His face, framed by bandages that perpetually concealed his eyes, conveyed a mix of ancient wisdom and implacable power. Seated on an imposing throne, sculpted with arcane symbols, he seemed to dominate not only the vault, but destiny itself. It was not the Magician King's throne, but the Throne of the World.

"Great-grandfather, huh..." the King of Kings mused, his gaze sweeping over Naruto and Wendy with inquisitive curiosity. "You must be descendants of Aisha or Selene. Although, those eyes... without a doubt, they are Aisha's."

His voice, resonant and laden with ancient authority, seemed to fill the vault. Despite the passage of time, Qin Shi Huang retained surprising lucidity, aware that only two of his wives, Aisha and Selene, possessed a longevity that allowed their descendants to be his great-grandchildren.

"And you..." he said, turning his gaze towards Akeno, with a tone that denoted palpable indifference. "You must be Akeno's daughter... although, with what that imbecile Uras did during the Second Era, I'm not sure of anything anymore."

His comment, laden with subtle contempt, evidenced his knowledge of historical events and his disdain for certain figures of the past. Akeno, for her part, felt uncomfortable under the King of Kings' scrutinizing gaze, aware that her presence did not make a favorable impression on him.

"You're as much of an idiot and conceited as Dad says, huh?" Naruto commented, with an indifference that concealed a hint of mockery. The imposing figure of the King of Kings did not manage to intimidate him in the slightest.

"Ha... you have guts, child. I can respect that," Qin Shi Huang replied, his tone mixing admiration with a hint of condescension. His bandaged eyes, however, seemed to scrutinize Naruto with an intensity that contradicted his apparent indifference. After a brief pause, he added, with a gesture of disinterest, "Anyway, continue with whatever it is you came to do."

The portrait, as if losing interest in the conversation, returned to its state of immobility, although the sensation of a powerful presence lingered in the air. The tension in the vault dissipated slightly, allowing those present to resume the purpose of their visit.

Once the tension dissipated and the atmosphere returned to relative normalcy (within reason, after being insulted by a talking portrait of a king who died more than 30,000 years ago), Naruto turned to Griphook, whose face still reflected bewilderment. Apparently, the goblin was unaware of the enchanted portrait of the King of Kings.

"How far does the vault extend?" Naruto asked, with a curiosity that concealed a mental calculation. He wanted to have an approximate idea of the magnitude of the wealth accumulated in that place. Regardless of the fluctuating value of English galleons, the jewels and raw gold possessed intrinsic value.

"According to our records, young prince," Griphook replied, his tone still affected by the recent interruption, "the vault extends for more than three kilometers."

"Five," corrected a resonant voice, coming from the portrait on the wall.

Kushina, with a sigh of resignation, glanced at the portrait of the great king, whose expression remained impassive. With his bandaged eyes, it was impossible to discern if he returned the gaze, but the sensation of his scrutiny persisted. "Children," she said, with a tone that mixed patience with authority, "take all the gold you need. Afterwards, Akeno will guide you on a little shopping trip."

With a nonchalant gesture, Kushina entered the vault, followed by her children. Naruto, with surprising efficiency, began to fill his pants pockets with handfuls of galleons, oblivious to the magnitude of the wealth surrounding him. Wendy, meanwhile, observed the scene with a mix of curiosity and disdain, aware of the ridiculousness of filling her pockets when she had none.

Akeno, feeling the need to offer her help, prepared to enter the vault. However, before taking a step, Griphook extended an arm with unexpected swiftness, blocking her path. The young sorceress felt a chill run through her body, as if an invisible force completely immobilized her. Her body had petrified, unable to move.

"Only direct descendants of the King of Kings are allowed to enter this vault," Griphook hissed, his voice a menacing murmur. "It contains a significant portion of his personal fortune, and we pride ourselves on safeguarding it with utmost zeal. No one, absolutely no one, can touch it."

The goblin, with narrowed eyes, cast a gaze laden with hostility towards Akeno, who remained motionless, prisoner of an invisible force. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the vault itself contained a latent power, ready to manifest upon any intrusion.

"Half the world descends from my blood," scoffed the portrait of Qin Shi Huang, with a playful tone that contrasted with Griphook's severity. His bandaged eyes, however, seemed to sweep across the vault with a piercing gaze, as if they could see beyond matter. "Thirty wives and countless lovers... genetics is a powerful tool, even for kings."

His comment, laden with playful arrogance, echoed in the vault, reminding everyone of the magnitude of his lineage. The implication was clear: attempting to restrict access to his vault, given the extent of his descendants, bordered on absurdity.

Even so, Akeno opted for prudence, a decision dictated by uncertainty and respect for the power emanating from the vault. She did not want to risk discovering what arcane defenses would be activated if the blood of the King of Kings in her veins proved insufficient to bypass its protections. The idea of triggering an unknown magical mechanism paralyzed her, preferring the safety of ignorance.

After a time that passed in an atmosphere charged with contained tension, they returned to the mining cart, ready to leave the vault. Once settled in the cushioned seats, Naruto asked a question that provoked a disparity of reactions among his companions. Akeno, unable to contain a spontaneous laugh, brought her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. Griphook, for his part, sighed with exasperation, reinforcing his conviction that the young prince suffered from incipient madness.

"So... about that dragon," Naruto insisted, with an inquisitive look that ignored the reactions of his companions. "If I'm going to have dragons, I need an even number. Forty-five isn't an even number, after all."

The request, formulated with childish seriousness, echoed in the cart, leaving Akeno divided between amusement and bewilderment. Griphook, meanwhile, merely shook his head, muttering something about the irresponsibility of young heirs and the recklessness of their aspirations. The cart, meanwhile, slid through the dark tunnels, moving them away from the vault and the ancient treasures that lay within. The adventure continued, leaving behind an echo of laughter, astonishment, and the persistent question of a young prince about the acquisition of one more dragon.

End of chapter.