Oliver sat by the window of his small room, the moonlight spilling softly across the wooden floorboards. His notebook lay open in front of him, but his thoughts were far away.
He had come to care deeply for Hinata—her quiet courage, the gentle way she faced the world despite her insecurities. She was someone who embodied kindness and perseverance, and Oliver felt a steady warmth whenever she was near.
Tsunade, on the other hand, was a force of nature. Fierce, unyielding, scarred by loss but fiercely protective. There was a wild energy in her presence that stirred something raw and alive inside Oliver. With her, he felt the pull of strength and determination that refused to back down.
But then there was someone he had never met.
The Princess of the Snow Country.
He only knew her from his past life—memories and stories pulled from an anime he once watched, tales of a distant land cloaked in ice and mystery. She was a symbol more than a person—a figure of grace, dignity, and unyielding resolve.
Though he had never laid eyes on her, the idea of the Princess sparked something in him: a dream not just of love, but of a world that could be different.
A world where freedom was not just a word, but a reality.
Oliver closed his eyes, recalling the images of towering mountains, endless white fields, and a people resilient against the cold.
And then, a vision formed—a country of his own.
A place where people could live free of fear and restraint.
A place built on the ideals he'd carried from his old world: liberty, courage, and hope.
He thought of names.
"America" — the name of his homeland — whispered like a promise on his lips.
But maybe it was time to start fresh.
A new name.
The Country of Freedom.
A land where chakra and technology could blend, where people could choose their own destiny, where barriers—between nations, clans, and worlds—could be broken down.
He picked up his brush and ink, and with careful strokes, he wrote:
Entry — Dream of a Country
I don't know if I will ever meet the Princess of the Snow Country.
But her story reminds me that even the coldest places can harbor warmth.
That even distant dreams can inspire new worlds.
I want to build a place where everyone can be free.
Where strength is shared, not hoarded.
Where fear doesn't rule, and hope shines brightest.
Maybe I'll call it the Country of Freedom.
Maybe it will stand for something new—something better.
And maybe, one day, the people I care about—Hinata, Tsunade, and others I haven't met yet—will find their place there too.
Oliver closed the notebook with a soft smile.
His path was still uncertain.
His heart, still searching.
But his vision was clear.
This world was his to shape.
And he was ready to build something that could last