The Kingdom Beyond the Wall
Jon Snow stood alone in the Godswood of Winterfell, his thoughts swirling like the cold winds of the North. He had learned much about the gods of Westeros—the Old Gods, the Lord of Light, and others who claimed dominion over the world of men. Yet, Jon had long since concluded that these gods did not interfere in the lives of mortals. They might whisper through trees or send visions through fire, but they would not act directly, and if they did try something, Jon was ready. With the gifts he had gained, there was no force, divine or mortal, that could stop him.
But now, it was time to focus on the future, not the past. His next plan was bold and ambitious—to build a kingdom. Not just any kingdom, but the greatest, most powerful kingdom the world had ever seen. A kingdom that would eclipse even the glory of the Targaryens at their height. And he would build it not in the soft lands of the South, but in the harsh, unforgiving North, beyond the Wall.
Jon knew the risks. The Army of the Dead had ravaged those lands, sending the Wildlings fleeing in terror. But Jon was not afraid. With the power he now possessed—Hashirama's strength, techniques that no one in this world could even dream of—he believed he could stand alone against the Dead and their Night King.
However, he had no intention of staying near the Wall. That would be too close to the realms of men, and Jon had no desire to be drawn into the politics of the Seven Kingdoms. Instead, he would go deeper, into the true North. The lands beyond the Wall were a mystery to most, even to the Night's Watch, who had ventured only so far. The true extent of the North was unknown—how far it stretched, how cold it became, or what lay in the deepest parts of the frozen wilderness.
Jon's heart quickened at the thought of the mysteries that lay beyond. Giants, once thought to be legends, roamed those lands. The Children of the Forest, whose existence was barely whispered in tales, still hid in the darkest corners. And there were creatures, animals like the giant mammoths and the direwolves, that were as fierce and untamed as the land itself. But Jon knew there was more. There had to be. The North held secrets that no one had ever uncovered, and he would be the one to unlock them.
"I'll need information first," Jon muttered to himself.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned ten wood clones—each a perfect replica of himself, infused with 30% of his power. These were no ordinary clones. They were strong, resilient, and capable of surviving in the harshest conditions. Jon had imbued them with enough chakra to last a full month, even without him nearby to sustain them.
"Your mission is simple," Jon said to the clones. "Explore the North. Find out how far it goes, what lives there, and where we can build a kingdom free from the reach of the Seven Kingdoms. Report back to me when you're done."
The clones nodded and dispersed, each heading in a same direction to the wall, from there they will move in different directions. They moved silently through the Godswood and out into the wilds beyond Winterfell, each driven by the same goal: to discover the mysteries of the North and find the perfect place for Jon's new kingdom.
"I'll send more if I need to," Jon thought. He had planned ahead. Each clone carried a Flying Raijin mark, and knows how to use flying raijin, if they are low on chakra the can leave a flying raijin mark wherever they are and teleport back to him, and he can send another clone on that exact location, where the mark is, a technique that allowed them to teleport back to him instantly, no matter where they were. If they ran out of chakra, or if they discovered something urgent, they could return to Jon in a flash, transferring all their memories and information to him. And if they did not return, he would simply send more clones to the exact location they had left behind. In this way, Jon could search the entire North without ever leaving Winterfell.
As he watched the clones disappear into the distance, Jon felt a sense of excitement. The North was vast, cold, and unforgiving, but it was also full of potential. There were untapped resources, unclaimed lands, and peoples who had never bowed to a king. The Wildlings, for example. Though they were considered savages by the people of the South, Jon knew them well. They were a fierce and proud people, but they were also survivors. If they could be convinced to follow him, they could become valuable allies.
"I'll invite them to my kingdom," Jon decided. "But only those who are willing to follow my rules. The Wildlings have fought for survival for too long. If they want to be a part of what I'm building, they'll have to leave their old ways behind."
Jon smiled to himself, imagining the kingdom he would create. It would be a place of strength, but also of freedom. The people of the North would not bow to lords or kings who ruled from far away. They would be a people who fought for their survival and lived by their own rules—Jon's rules.
For now, though, Jon would remain in Winterfell, enjoying the quiet before the storm. His clones were already at work, exploring the frozen wilderness, and when they returned, he would know exactly where to begin. The kingdom he would build would be unlike anything Westeros had ever seen, and no force—living or dead—would stand in his way.
As the wind howled through the trees, Jon turned back toward the warmth of the castle. His plans were in motion, and soon, the world would know the true power of Jon Snow.