"Morning, Shisui!"
"Morning!"
Freshly discharged from the hospital, Uchiha Shisui greeted passersby with a smile. On Penglai Island, most of the hospitals were managed by the Uchiha clan, so nearly everyone he passed was a familiar face. After a round of nodding and polite bows, Shisui finally walked out of the hospital.
His responsibilities had only grown since his return. With capable subordinates now executing most orders efficiently, Su Xiuyu rarely needed to step in personally.
Su Xiuyu, still reflecting on his battle with Odin, was absorbed in deciphering the mysteries of divine power. The might of Asgard's divine energy wasn't far behind the Six Paths, and now that he'd also mastered magic, he was experimenting with integrating all three forces—Six Paths, magic, and divinity. To call it "complex" would be an understatement.
That's why Shisui's support was invaluable. His strength, intelligence, and trustworthiness made him the ideal right-hand man.
Penglai Island, spanning about 800 square kilometers—roughly two-thirds the size of New York City—had recently completed construction of a new processing plant.
The entire facility was a product of Stark Industries' engineering prowess. Tony Stark, surprisingly cooperative, had spared no effort in assisting. Unlike his usual arms manufacturing lines, this plant produced a different kind of product entirely—nutrient solution.
This initiative had been Su Xiuyu's idea. The nutrient solution was to be distributed primarily to orphans in the village.
In the world of shinobi, productivity was laughably unbalanced. Even in peacetime, countless people were displaced and impoverished. Konoha wasn't synonymous with the Land of Fire; even within its walls, many still went hungry.
The nutrient solution was formulated specifically for the underprivileged—to give them a fighting chance with proper nutrition.
To Su Xiuyu, real development wasn't about luxury; it was about lifting the ordinary people. Otherwise, what was the point?
Kitsuchi from Iwagakure was especially enthusiastic, practically beaming as he helped with the plant's launch. If there had been a competition for screw-tightening, he would've medaled. His excitement came from the fact that Iwagakure, too, would benefit from the first batch of nutrient solution.
After all, hungry children didn't just exist in Konoha—every village had its own tragedies.
While shinobi villages were the military power of their nations, the actual economic control still lay with the daimyos, who monopolized most of the production resources. Ninja didn't farm or build—they fought.
Su Xiuyu had no interest in begging the daimyos. Instead, he chose to challenge the status quo using sheer productivity. With technology from two worlds now linked, solving logistical issues was child's play.
As the assembly line steadily churned out crate after crate of nutrient solution, Kitsuchi enthusiastically acted as a makeshift crane, effortlessly stacking the boxes. His fellow Iwagakure shinobi followed suit, happily joining in.
They hadn't been in this new world long, but already they were contributing to their village's welfare. It was clear that their alliance with Konoha wasn't a burden—it was a blessing.
Seeing their motivation, Shisui was relieved and rolled up his sleeves to help carry goods himself.
"Can't you just use machines? Isn't manual labor a bit slow for this scale?" Tony muttered, inspecting a row of diagnostic screens.
"Tony, look again," Pepper replied, grinning. "They're moving faster than half your bots."
Tony and Pepper had come to visit Penglai Island together. Pepper had heard about the island's rapid development and wanted to see it for herself. She hadn't expected a fully operational industrial ecosystem to rise so quickly from reclaimed land.
"Hmph, still not as efficient as Stark Industries," Tony said with a smirk. Of course, he was only teasing. The entire line had been built thanks to his resources and guidance.
He still remembered asking Su Xiuyu why he'd waste such a state-of-the-art facility on something as "pointless" as nutrient solution.
Su Xiuyu's answer had stayed with him ever since.
"To feed the poor. To give them something more than scraps. I don't need anything in return—I already have everything. I just want to do something... simple."
That response had shaken Tony more than he expected.
Born into wealth, Tony had never truly known hunger—except for that one time when he was captured. After becoming Iron Man, he thought he was invincible, even capable of saving the world.
Then came the Destroyer, falling from the heavens like a divine hammer. Tony was forced to watch as his armor—his pride—was torn apart like tin foil. Only then did he realize: there were forces in the universe far beyond technology.
And then came Su Xiuyu, casually terraforming land with meteorites.
Aliens existed. Gods existed. And some people were ancient enough to be walking history.
In the time since, Tony had changed more than he liked to admit. Helping children fill their stomachs with the products of his technology gave him more satisfaction than any weapons contract ever had.
By the afternoon, the warehouse was stacked floor to ceiling with crates of nutrient solution, and the production line took a temporary break.
Hand in hand, Tony and Pepper walked through the forested paths of Penglai Island. The towering trees attracted flocks of seabirds, their calls echoing above the canopy. Yet the ground beneath was bare, the soil not yet rich enough to sprout grass.
"Looks like Su Xiuyu isn't all-powerful after all," Tony said, touching a massive coastal tree. "He built a forest but couldn't grow grass."
"Tony, should we ask him to make us our own island?" Pepper teased.
"Why not? You and Chisato get along well, right? And isn't she married to Xiuyu now?"
"Yep. Chisato and Mito both married him, actually."
"Hahaha, Su Xiuyu really is a role model for men everywhere."
"What's this? Is our legendary playboy hoping for the same treatment?" Pepper narrowed her eyes. "I'll warn you now—if you ever try something like that again, I won't just be annoyed…"
She paused, her tone playful but firm. "I'll leave. For real."
Tony laughed, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"Relax, Pepper. There's no one else for me. You're the one I never want to make cry."
He kissed her forehead gently.
The moonlight danced across the sea, casting a silver path over the waves. The air was cool, the forest peaceful, and for once, there were no bugs to ruin the mood. Just starlight, serenity, and the soft glow of a future worth building.
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"Alright, Hinata, Neji—you don't need to be so tense. This trip back is just a routine delivery. Nothing dangerous. Relax a little."
Su Xiuyu's calm voice echoed through the open clearing as the group prepared for transport. These past few weeks, he hadn't had time to personally train Naruto, Sasuke, Karin, Hinata, or Neji. During this period, Hinata and Neji had mainly trained under Uchiha Itachi's guidance. Still, they'd all caught a glimpse of the other world's brilliance.
"This time, I came back to the village to deliver nutrient solutions. You've tried them, right? What did you think?" Su Xiuyu asked casually.
"They taste amazing! Way better than Hyoryo Maru," Neji replied, nodding earnestly. "There's a huge variety—cherry, apple, pineapple... even barbecue flavor."
The flavors alone were enough to appeal to most people, but the nutrient solution also provided a strong sense of satiety—not to mention its nutritional value.
Before them stood a shimmering temporary space gate. On the other side was Konoha.
Uchiha Itachi, standing at the front, issued the order to begin transport.
"Let's move. Start unloading."
Crates upon crates of nutrient solution began to pass through the dimensional gateway. On the Konoha side, Uchiha Fugaku waited, flanked by a squad of ANBU. As the space door flared open, boxes began pouring through in a seamless stream.
"Everyone, cooperate and get the cargo sorted quickly," Fugaku commanded.
To ninjas, loading and unloading heavy cargo was child's play. With dozens of ANBU coordinating flawlessly, all 200 tons of goods were handled in under ten minutes.
Back on the other side, Uchiha Itachi stood beside several Iwagakure shinobi, led by Kitsuchi.
"Welcome back," Uchiha Fugaku greeted warmly, eyeing the cheerful faces before him. "Seems like your time in the other world was... enjoyable?"
"Very much so," Kitsuchi replied, still smiling from the experience.
"Even so," Fugaku added seriously, "I must remind everyone—the existence of that world is currently classified as top secret by every major ninja village. You must maintain strict confidentiality."
Then, turning to Kitsuchi, he asked, "You're not planning to stay in Konoha for a bit?"
"Hokage-sama, please understand—I'm too excited to rest. I want to return to Iwagakure immediately and share everything I've seen. I'm sure you can understand."
Fugaku smiled. "I do. Just don't keep all the fun to yourselves. Next time, invite Ōnoki to come visit. Things between Konoha and Iwagakure aren't as tense as they once were."
"Understood, Hokage-sama."
With that, Kitsuchi and his team sealed the nutrient crates into scrolls. While Konoha had the luxury of transporting goods directly into storage, the long journey back to Iwagakure required scrolls for easier travel.
Fueled by urgency and purpose, Kitsuchi reached Iwagakure in just two days.
Upon seeing his father again, Kitsuchi bowed deeply.
"I'm back, Father."
Ōnoki's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of his son. "I'm glad you've returned."
He tried to pat Kitsuchi shoulder, but age—and height—had caught up with him. All he could manage was a hop that barely reached his son's knees.
Understanding the gesture, Kitsuchi bent down and gently guided his father's hand to his shoulder.
"It's good to be back. Truly."
Then, lifting Ōnoki onto his shoulder, Huangtu began his report.
"Lord Tsuchikage, I have successfully arrived in the other world—"
"Call me Father," Ōnoki snapped, cutting him off.
Though stern, it wasn't anger—just a father who had missed his son. He'd raised Kitsuchi with strict discipline, teaching him to bear the weight of the village from a young age. Even now, he hadn't stepped down as Tsuchikage, nor had Kitsuchi awakened the Dust Release—a lingering worry for the aging leader.
"Yes, Father," Kitsuchi smiled. "The other world… it's real. And it's unlike anything we've ever known. There are hundreds of countries, most of them peaceful. The majority of people are just civilians. But the level of technology... it's astonishing."
He went on to explain how their weapons—while lacking chakra—were highly lethal, especially to Genin and Chunin. He shared tales of flying machines, steel cities, and the incredible scientific advancements that dwarfed even the most advanced ninja tools.
He also told him about Su Xiuyu's development work—his construction, industrial zones, and political connections.
"What did you say?" Ōhnoki interrupted sharply. "Are you certain? Uchiha Xiuyu has awakened the Rinnegan?"
"I'm sure of it, Father," Kitsuchi confirmed. "I saw it myself. One of his powers is gravity manipulation—he even said those meteors were pulled from outer space."
"The Rinnegan... So that's the foundation of his confidence. No wonder he's willing to share such a monumental discovery with us. This... is the power of a true leader."
"And it's more than that," Kitsuchi added. "Lord Xiuyu said Earth isn't even the limit. There are other planets—alien races, empires, and mysterious forces lurking in space. What we saw was just the surface."
Ōnoki took a long breath, eyes wide. If he hadn't made the right call when Konoha extended its hand, they might've been left behind in a new era of change.
"It had to be the Uchiha," Ōnoki muttered. "Under the Third Hokage's reign, Konoha fell into decline. But with the Uchiha at the helm, it's like the village has soared into the heavens."
Kitsuchi set down a large scroll before him.
"Father, I brought back 40 tons of concentrated nutrient solution. It's suitable for both civilians and shinobi. While it doesn't restore chakra, it's an excellent supplement for malnourished children and non-shinobi."
Ōnoki's eyes lit up. "How many people can it support?"
"We can't feed the entire population," Huangtu admitted. "But if we prioritize children, it'll last for half a year. If we exclude well-off families, we can feed all undernourished children for a full year."
Ōnoki leaned back, a rare, satisfied smile forming.
"And what did we pay for this?" he asked.
"Nothing," Kitsuchi said. "Not a single ryo. The Uchiha gave it to us freely. We converted our gold into local currency, but we didn't have much use for it. Most purchases went into minor real estate acquisitions."
"You're saying... there's no catch? No price?" Ōnoki asked, suspicious.
"To be honest," Kitsuchi said thoughtfully, "it's more like we're tagging along. The Uchiha and the Uzumaki have already rooted themselves deeply into that world. They've got industries, businesses... entire networks. Compared to them, our presence was barely a drop in the ocean."
Ōnoki went silent, absorbing everything.
"No one gives without expecting something in return," he murmured at last.
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