The passage through the portal was an instant of pure transcendence for everyone. Eyes widened, breaths caught. They were no longer on the soil of Konoha, but on a land of breathtaking beauty and magnificence. The sky was a moving tapestry of northern lights and shimmering nebulae, bathing the landscape in a soft, multicolored glow. Mountains—whose peaks touched crystal clouds—rose majestically, and deep valleys were threaded by rivers of perfect clarity, winding through forests of iridescent-leaved, luminous-trunked trees. The air, pure and humming with primordial energy, filled their lungs with newfound vitality.
At the center of this new homeland lay an etherial city of light—an architectural marvel defying all known logic. Organic and geometric forms intertwined, constructed from translucent materials that seemed to capture and diffuse the ambient light. Transparent domes held lush ecosystems, luminous bridges spanned flower-strewn chasms, and at its heart stood an imposing citadel, carved from celestial substance, soaring skyward and radiating a gentle yet undeniable power. It was the embodiment of a dream, the promise of a new future.
Naruto and Natasha stood at the forefront, their hands still interlocked, faces illuminated by the light of their creation. A powerful serenity surrounded them, born of the unbreakable bond they had forged. Behind them, the multitude of resurrected individuals and ninjas from an ancient world stood in reverent silence, their hearts filled with disbelief and new hope.
"Welcome," declared Naruto, his voice echoing with crystalline clarity, carrying the resonance of the Source. His Eyes of Origin swept across the assembly, meeting each gaze with infinite understanding. "Welcome to the Realm of Origin. This is a place I have created for all of us. A sanctuary where the shadows of the past cannot reach us. Here, you are safe. Here, you can rebuild not only your lives but your ideals. Here, hatred and prejudice of old have no place."
Kushina, tears welling, approached her son, Minato at her side. "Naruto… this is… beyond anything we could have imagined. It's breathtaking. Did you really create all this?"
Naruto wrapped his arm around his mother, his smile full of infinite tenderness. "With the Source, Mom. It guided me, and your memory—your love—gave me the will to do it. This is a home for all of us, a second chance."
Hashirama Senju, the First Hokage, whose imposing stature was now only eclipsed by Naruto's new aura, nodded slightly. "Naruto Uzumaki," he said, "you have achieved what we founders could only dream of: lasting peace. A refuge for all. You have surpassed even the greatest dreams of shinobi. You are a true builder, an architect of peace."
Tobirama, ever pragmatic, observed the environment sharply. "The energy here is pure, different from chakra, but infinitely more malleable. It is the very life force of existence. And this architecture… no mortal hands could have built this."
"It is the energy of the Source, Nidaime-sama," Naruto explained. "The primordial energy of existence. I infused it into every particle of this realm. Here, life is amplified; resources are infinite; and you are all connected to this energy, thanks to the attributes I shared with you. Your chakras have become vessels for this universal power."
He turned to the Uchiha, their Sharingans fixed on him. Fugaku and Shisui stood at the forefront, their expressions a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
"Naruto," Fugaku's deep voice said, "you have brought our clan from obscurity. You offer us such existence—what is the cost?"
"Peace. Coexistence. The abandonment of ancient grudges and burdens of the past," Naruto responded, meeting their eyes. The Source revealed their deepest pains and hopes. "I do not ask you to forget your history, but not to let it define you. Here, we will learn to live together, to use our gifts for the common good. There will be no more secrets or backstabbing. Trust will be our foundation."
Sasuke, still slightly withdrawn, watched his clan then turned to Naruto. He felt his family's power—and for the first time, a peace he had never witnessed in them. Naruto's simple yet profound words resonated within him. Vengeance, the burden he had always carried, suddenly felt empty and insignificant before this new reality.
"I'm ready to try, Naruto," Sasuke said, his voice—usually full of bitterness—brought a new humility.
Iruka and his parents—whose bodies and minds had been transcended by the Origin's energy—marveled without cease. Iruka's father, a former Jōnin, tested his newfound power in an instant. "Incredible… I feel stronger and younger than ever."
"That is the power of the Origin," Natasha explained, her sharp gaze and confident smile radiant. Her own power was immense, but she wielded it with innate grace and control—the fruits of years of spy training. "Naruto has shared part of his divinity with us, but yours is far greater than mine."
Naruto spoke again, his aura growing—not in arrogance, but in serene sovereignty. "As creator and protector of this Realm, and as the one who carries the Source, I will be your King-God. Not a tyrant, but a guide. My power is beyond measure, and I will use it for our prosperity. But governance will be shared, and every voice will be heard."