UCHIHA JOURNEY TO MULTIVERSE

The moon hung high above mali Island, casting a pale glow over the black waters. Suddenly, a red flare exploded into the sky — the Uchiha signal of an enemy encounter. The crackling light burned through the night like a bleeding wound in the sky.

Mali's eyes snapped open. Even before the signal, his senses had flared. He was already halfway to the eastern watchpost by the time the alarm echoed through the dense forest.

"Pirates?" he asked coldly, landing beside the guards.

"Three ships, armed, flying no nation's flag," reported Ryoji, the youngest of the elite guards. "They tried raiding one of the outer fishing stations. We intercepted before they reached the main shore."

Mali's Sharingan rotated once. He didn't blink.

"Good. Anyone dead?"

"None on our side. They were sloppy," Ryoji said with disgust. "Common bandit-pirates. Drunk. Greedy."

Mali nodded. "Bring the survivors to the central pit. Let them wake up under the firelight."

—

By dawn, the pirates were shackled in chakra-nullifying cuffs, kneeling before the Council Hall — now under construction with stone foundations and reinforced timber. Uchiha elites stood like statues behind them.

Mali stepped forward. His aura—dense, suffocating, primal—washed over the prisoners like a crashing wave. They shivered.

"You attacked our waters. That alone deserves death," Mali began, voice calm, but sharp as a blade. "But… we have need for hands."

The pirates exchanged glances.

"You can work. Plow fields, move lumber, dig trenches. Or you can sink to the bottom of the sea."

A few spat. Others wept. One, older, bowed his head.

"We'll work."

Mali turned. "Good. Feed them only when they've earned it."

Behind him, Raigen muttered, "We need labor. And this solves it without draining clan energy."

One of the pirate women — thin, bruised, but sharp-eyed — stepped forward. "We were slaves too, before these bastards turned on their crew. If your people want to feed us, we'll cook, clean, anything. Or let us leave."

Mali looked at her. There was no fear in her gaze. Only survival.

"Then you are free. Stay, work, and you'll be protected. Leave, and you'll be escorted to the mainland."

The woman bowed low. "We'll stay."

—

Two weeks later, the landscape of Turtle Genma Island had changed. Fields were carved into the softer regions of the mountain base. The Uchiha had begun true agriculture.

Wheat. Rice. Millet. Corn. Hardy crops brought in secret from black markets along the Lightning coast. With the right genjutsu, a few Uchiha infiltrators posed as poor merchants and bought seeds, cattle, and fowl. Chickens cawed in the mornings now, goats bleated at dusk, and even cows roamed enclosed pastures.

Sea beasts, speared by Mali himself or lured using Genjutsu, were dragged to shore, butchered, and salted for storage.

But Mali wasn't satisfied with food alone.

He walked through the young forest edge with four orphans behind him. A hawk flew overhead — and landed on his outstretched arm.

"Watch this," he said, weaving a subtle Genjutsu. The hawk's eyes glazed briefly, then fluttered open.

"I can command beasts now… lightly. Enough to guide them here."

Behind him, one child whispered, "Is that how you brought the snakes and rats too?"

Mali smiled. "They build an ecosystem. Even predators. Snakes keep rats from exploding. Tigers maintain balance. Balance means survival."

He gazed up toward the distant mountain peak of the turtle's back.

"This… this will become a world of our own."

—

Meanwhile, across the world…

Near the coasts of the Land of Lightning, merchant vessels whispered tales.

"A new land , just appeared overnight."

"Bullshit. Islands don't appear."

"Then what's that thing out east?"

A watchpost in the Land of Water sent a bird scroll to the Daimyō:

> "A massive land mass has surfaced southeast of our border. It appears to be inhabited."

Nations took notice. The Land of Lightning deployed scouting shinobi. The Land of Water dispatched silent hunter-nin to observe from afar. Even the Land of Iron received rumors from traders: ", forests, smoke, lights — like a hidden village on water."

But no one could get close.

Anyone who dared approach too far met dense mist, misleading currents, or simply vanished.

The world had changed. A new power had emerged.

And in the heart of that island, Uchiha Mali stood shirtless on a rocky cliff, arms crossed, wind whipping through his long black hair.

He gazed at the sea with glowing red eyes.

"They'll come for us eventually," Raigen murmured beside him.

Mali smirked. "Let them. This time, we are not the ones hiding."