Ever since Loki fell from the Rainbow Bridge Mountain, Thor had been in a daze—like a man who had lost his soul. He barely even looked at his beloved Mjolnir anymore. Of course, Mjolnir had beco increasingly familiar with Su Xiuyu over the past few days.
Knowing Thor wouldn’t be able to bear the pain alone, Odin eventually instructed him to seek out Su Xiuyu and ask about Loki’s fate.
"So," Su Xiuyu asked calmly, "your father, King Odin, sent you to question ?"
Thor nodded. "Yes. Father said, as the heir of Kamar-Taj, you must know how things will turn out."
Su Xiuyu smiled faintly.
"I do know—but not because of Kamar-Taj. The Eye of Agamotto isn’t in my hands. Still... forget it. You’ll see your unfortunate brother soon enough."
Thor’s eyes lit up. "You an he’s alive?"
"He’s not dead," Su Xiuyu confird. "You’ll see him again in the future."
"I knew it!" Thor’s gloom vanished, replaced by excitent. He clenched his fists with renewed vigor. His eyes then fell on Mjolnir, still resting in Su Xiuyu’s hand. After a long mont, the hamr reluctantly flew back to Thor.
"Why does Mjolnir seem to like you more?" he asked, puzzled. "It’s been with for thousands of years."
"Maybe your divine power’s too weak," Su Xiuyu said bluntly. "You rely on the hamr far too much, Thor. But your body has great potential. You need to understand—you are the God of Thunder, not the God of the Hamr."
Odin, clad in golden armor, strode over just in ti to hear that. "Su is right, Thor. You’ve leaned on your hamr for too long."
Though Odin wasn’t as physically imposing as Thor anymore, his presence and divine authority made it clear who still held the true power.
"I need to speak with Su privately. Leave us," Odin ordered.
Thor nodded and left without complaint. Once he was gone, Odin’s intense aura softened.
"Your Excellency," Odin began, "you can tell your purpose now. The Supre Sorcerer has ntioned you before. I know your relationship with Asgard isn’t exactly... warm. Are you here to find for a reason?"
Odin was no fool. He knew Su Xiuyu didn’t co without motive.
Su Xiuyu didn’t bother to hide it. "I’m here to receive Asgard’s inheritance."
Odin’s single eye narrowed. "You assu I’m finished?"
"Let’s not pretend," Su Xiuyu said evenly. "You’re nearing the end, Odin. I’m not here to threaten you—I’m here to make a deal. I want to learn the runes, and I want the dwarves to forge weapons for . In exchange, I’ll offer you sothing precious: when the ti cos, I’ll lend my strength to help Thor, or Loki, if necessary."
Odin’s gaze sharpened. Divine pressure filled the air as he slowly opened his eye, his godly aura radiating outward like a storm.
"Do you even understand the threats you’re talking about?" he asked.
In response, Su Xiuyu activated the Six Paths mode. Nine black Truth-Seeking Orbs revolved silently behind him, and his tin staff struck the ground with a heavy echo.
"Are you referring to Frigga’s death? Or Hela, still sealed away? Or perhaps Ragnarok itself?" Su Xiuyu asked coolly. "Believe , Odin. I understand equivalent exchange. The greater the price, the greater the return. I’m being transparent—I’m even interested in all of Asgard. But I’m prepared to pay for it."
Odin stared at him long and hard. He could sense the terrifying potential in the young man before him. Su Xiuyu’s power was undeniable—comparable to that of a god-father.
And then Odin thought of his own children—Thor, who clung too tightly to his hamr, and Loki, who had allowed his ambition to spiral into chaos. Neither one was ready to inherit Asgard.
"Very well," Odin finally said. "Since you already know so much, let’s talk. We’ll negotiate the price."
What followed was a day and night of intense battle—not to the death, but as part of the negotiation. Both used about 80% of their strength, though Odin’s aging body wouldn’t allow him to go all out. Still, by the end, Su Xiuyu had earned Odin’s recognition.
The deal was clear. Su Xiuyu would inherit Asgard’s most precious legacies.
Su Xiuyu clutched the bleeding wound on his abdon, the result of being pierced by the Spear of Eternity. Even the Six Paths couldn’t imdiately heal it—Odin’s divine power still lingered in the wound. Still, Su Xiuyu didn’t mind. It had been a "friendly" negotiation.
"So," he asked, wincing slightly, "are you truly willing to give up Asgard and all its treasures?"
Odin nodded solemnly. "Those are just possessions. As long as Thor can lead the people, Asgard can rise again. But if I die and Thor hasn’t grown up yet, he won’t be able to protect it."
Su Xiuyu frowned. "Couldn’t you have just killed Hela and Surtur early on?"
"I couldn’t," Odin said quietly. "Hela is still my daughter. I sealed her away, yes, but her life is tied to Asgard. As long as Asgard exists, she can’t die. To kill her... I’d have to destroy Asgard itself."
"And Surtur?"
"I’ve killed him more than once," Odin said bitterly. "But I can’t stop him from resurrecting. The Eternal Fla grants him rebirth. It’s not truly eternal, but it revives him again and again."
"Can’t you seal it?" Su Xiuyu asked.
"I could," Odin admitted. "But soone has to maintain the seal. And once I’m gone, no one will be able to suppress both Hela and Surtur."
He shook his head, weariness in his voice. "My children are not yet ready."
"Then why not pass the throne to Hela?" Su Xiuyu asked, genuinely curious. "She’s strong—possibly your equal."
"That’s precisely the problem," Odin said grimly. "Hela is ambitious. The world is vast, and Asgard is not as invincible as she believes. There are beings far more dangerous—Celestials, Ancient Gods, Dinsional Demons. If Hela were to challenge them all, she’d only bring ruin to herself and our people."
Su Xiuyu nodded slowly. Odin was the one who stood highest, and so he saw the farthest. Asgard ruled the Nine Realms—but there were many forces beyond them.
"I want to ask," Su Xiuyu said, "about the strength of the Celestials. What can you tell ?"
"They haven’t appeared in millennia," Odin replied. "But I fought them once. I killed several. Still, there were too many of them. They eventually withdrew—but for reasons I never learned."
Odin’s expression grew somber.
"Back then, so powerful warriors from Midgard fought beside . Brave, talented people. But their bodies couldn’t withstand the battle the way Asgardians could. Many died. The few who survived eventually vanished into history—victims of ti."
There was a pause.
"Humans are brave," Odin murmured, "but too fragile."
He stood there for a mont, lost in mory, his lone eye reflecting both regret and admiration for the allies he’d once fought beside—and lost.
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"It’s another peaceful day."
"Yes... another peaceful day," Gang Zitie echoed with a sigh.
The two n looked up at the warm, golden sunlight streaming through the clouds. It was beautiful—almost too beautiful. A rare mont of calm in a world that had long forgotten the aning of peace.
After Su Xiuyu and Uchiha Madara left the ninja world, the Second Great Ninja War broke out, followed later by the Third. Although Senju Tobirama had been rescued by Su Xiuyu during the tense eting with the Kumogakure delegation, ti was relentless. Eventually, Tobirama passed on the title of Hokage to Sarutobi Hiruzen and, not long after, passed away.
With Tobirama’s death, the Sarutobi Era began in Konoha. However, Hiruzen’s rule was not without resistance. The Uchiha and Uzumaki clans had grown powerful, their presence forming an invisible cage around the Third Hokage’s ambitions. Though both clans kept a low profile, their influence alone was enough to make Hiruzen uneasy.
To people like Hiruzen, sotis re existence was a threat.
Try as he might, Hiruzen couldn’t find a way to drive a wedge between the two clans. Their bond was strong, and both maintained a cooperative, if reserved, stance toward village affairs. They neither vied for power nor openly challenged Konoha’s leadership. In fact, when Tobirama had once proposed giving the village’s police force duties to the Uchiha and Uzumaki clans, both declined. Their refusal stemd not from humility, but from strict orders left behind by Su Xiuyu, Mito, and Madara—orders to stay out of Konoha’s politics.
While a few mbers from both clans voiced desires to gain more influence, their aspirations were quickly silenced. The old guard had left clear warnings.
When the Third Great Ninja War ended, Hiruzen—now aging—set his sights on a young, rising star: Namikaze Minato. Talented, brilliant, and the only one after Tobirama to master the Flying Thunder God Technique, Minato was a beacon of hope for Konoha’s future.
But to Hiruzen, he was also a problem.
Minato had fallen in love with a mber of the Uzumaki clan—Kushina. The Uzumaki welcod Minato, seeing him as a promising young man. But Hiruzen couldn’t help but see the political implications. The Uzumaki clan’s subtle power would only grow stronger, which clashed with his policy of weakening the old ninja clans.
Of course, when it ca to cracking down on clan power, Hiruzen spared his own—the Sarutobi clan—and his close allies, like the Shimura clan. Hypocrisy wrapped in authority.
In the end, Minato beca the Fourth Hokage. For his sake, Kushina distanced herself from the Uzumaki, choosing love over legacy. Though she was a standout kunoichi in her own right, within the clan’s Asaoka bloodline, she was only considered average.
Konoha had officially entered the Fourth Hokage’s era.
Minato wanted reform, but his hands were tied. The village’s foundation had already begun to rot during Hiruzen’s reign. Even worse were the so-called advisors—Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu—who opposed Minato at every turn. Their loyalty remained with Hiruzen, and Minato couldn’t simply remove them.
And then there was Danzo.
If Homura and Koharu were frustrating, then Danzo was revolting. He controlled a massive underground organization—Root—which had infiltrated nearly every bloodline clan in Konoha... except the Uchiha and the Uzumaki. Only those two clans refused to yield to Danzo’s influence.
If Su Xiuyu were still in the ninja world, he’d likely be wondering how everything had still gone down the sa path—even after he and Madara left. Hadn’t their departure changed anything?
But no—history stubbornly repeated itself.
The Battle of Kannabi Bridge still happened. Minato still arrived too late. Uchiha Obito still "died" in the mission. Kakashi still received the Sharingan.
Nohara Rin still died by Kakashi’s hand.
It was as if fate couldn’t be rewritten.
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"I don’t have much ti left, Obito. From now on... you will be my will, walking in the world."
If Su Xiuyu or the other Madara were here, they would’ve been shocked.
The speaker wasn’t their Madara, but another version—an elderly Uchiha Madara, dying quietly in the shadows.
The Uchiha Madara from the Marvel Universe was still out there, fighting cosmic battles. But this one, in the ninja world, was fading.
His mories flickered—Hashirama at the Valley of the End... the fateful leap through the Dragon Vein that brought him to this parallel world... and his fateful encounter with the Black Zetsu of this reality.
Yes, this Madara wasn’t born here. He ca from another world, one where his sister, Uchiha Chisato, and his brother, Izuna, had long since passed. But in this world, both were alive.
It was this world’s Black Zetsu who had found him—who manipulated him. To earn this Madara’s trust, Black Zetsu twisted the truth: belittling the power of Su Xiuyu and the original Madara, convincing this ti-traveling Madara that those two were likely long dead, or at best, insignificant.
This Madara had once hoped to et Chisato and Izuna again. He even beca intrigued by a strange new figure—Uchiha Xiuyu. A man who didn’t exist in his world. A man who possessed strength rivaling the First Hokage.
Unfortunately, ti had run out.
Still, it didn’t matter. Madara’s plan was already in motion. After his death, Black Zetsu would transplant his Rinnegan into a child from the Land of Rain. Uchiha Obito would carry on his legacy.
"We’ll et again soday," Madara whispered, closing his eyes as the Outer Path Statue stopped supplying him with life.
"Lord Madara, we’ll carry out your will," Black Zetsu murmured solemnly.
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In the Konoha Cetery, at the morial stone, Kakashi stood in silence.
He stared at Obito’s na carved into the black tablet. A soft wind rustled the trees. His voice trembled as he spoke.
"Obito... I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep my promise. Rin... I couldn’t save her either..."
He spoke as if confessing his sins—his helplessness, his failures, his regrets.
"Sensei’s wife is due soon. Any day now. If you were here... I think you’d be really excited. You always loved that kind of stuff, didn’t you?"
Kakashi’s voice faded.
Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes—filled with hate—watched him from the shadows. And then, they vanished... like they were never there.
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