Ryan remembered it clearly.
Back then, when the scientists first laid eyes on what he'd brought back, they were utterly stunned. Some of them even trembled, their hands shaking as they tried to process what they were seeing. It wasn't just the technology. It was the scale. The richness of the battle-salvage, the sheer depth of the resources, was unlike anything they'd ever seen in the shinobi world.
None of them had ever encountered a conflict that yielded such overwhelming technological bounty. And now, standing in front of it all, they could barely speak. But they didn't need to. It was obvious: this haul couldn't be replicated, not easily. As long as this cache existed, their path forward was clear.
Their job was simple: learn from it. Absorb everything. Digest the science. Adapt. Apply.
And they did. With a kind of feverish devotion, they began mass production protocols, moving at a breakneck pace to retool the entire world's technological standing.
The contents of the five warehouses Ryan had secured were staggering. His world had been working through them for three months, and even after all that time, they had barely begun. Only a tenth had been fully catalogued, and even less had reached implementation.
Simply organizing the materials, sorting them, and transferring them to the right labs and tech facilities required a full team of elite shinobi and high-level logistical personnel. The process was slow, repetitive, and demanding. But it had to be done.
Ryan's ability to gather resources was something else entirely. It felt unreal, almost like a violation of the natural order. Others had tried to keep up. A few had even begun copying his methods. But no matter what they did or how quickly they worked, they always remained behind him. Far behind.
And Ryan? He understood that perfectly well. Still, he knew his work wasn't done. There was more to collect. More to unlock.
Why was his supply so vast this time? It wasn't just superior strength or tactical brilliance, though both were undeniable. The critical difference lay in time.
The other Hokage had only three days in the mission world. Ryan had six.
Originally, he had returned like everyone else, after the standard three-day window. However, a separate reward from the Grand Celestial Assembly had granted him an additional entry, a second mission completed solo.
Three more days.
And Ryan didn't waste a single second of it.
He personally led collection squads. Coordinated recovery operations. Oversaw the transport of cutting-edge tech, rare industrial raw materials, fully assembled combat drones, and ready-to-deploy infrastructure units.
It was the kind of acquisition that skipped the entire research and prototype phase. Entire factories could be assembled. Energy grids established. Medical systems were deployed, all without waiting for domestic development.
Even while his teams began laying the groundwork for local production lines, the surplus materials allowed his world to keep expanding at full speed, without bottlenecks.
And unlike most, Ryan didn't neglect the foundational transformations. Infrastructure, civilian systems, and environmental sustainability every aspect were all accounted for. This wasn't just growth. It was calculated as a sustainable advancement.
His world, his version of reality, became the fastest-developing one across the multiverse. It wasn't even close.
The other Hokage, even those with richer natural resources or stronger economies, couldn't match him. Not at this pace.
Take the Naruto World, for example. It had a high base potential, high enough to rival Ryan's, maybe even surpass it in certain metrics. But after six months?
Ryan's world had surged ahead. Outpaced them. That was the terrifying part. It wasn't luck. It was mastery. A relentless optimization of time, labor, and opportunity.
Others might try to emulate it. Some did. But they couldn't catch up. They couldn't even come close. And all they could do was stand in awe and sigh.
And just then…
The next scene flickered to life on the light screen. The story continued.
After the vast trove of supplies was released, the reaction was immediate.
The ninjas and scientists alike stood in stunned silence, gaping at the logistical miracle unfolding before them.
Even those scientists who had previously scheduled research trips or external studies canceled on the spot."We're postponing everything," one of them declared, eyes wide with excitement. "There's too much to process here!"
Ryan's world kicked into high-speed development mode.
With new technology flooding in, breakthroughs became daily events. Scientific advancement was no longer a gradual climb. It was a rocket shot into the stratosphere.
The other Hokage watched the description with a strange mix of admiration and resignation.
"I'm convinced," Hashirama muttered with a helpless smile. "No wonder his world's grown so fast."
"So many resources dropped at once," Minato added, arms folded as he leaned back. "There's not a single incomplete technology left. That kind of progress… It's terrifying."
Tobirama, who had been quietly analyzing the data streaming across the light screen, gave a sharp nod. "Don't forget the raw materials he brought back over 770 classified units of them. And they're all immediately usable. That saves years of planning and infrastructure work."
At that, a round of sighs rippled through the table.
Even Madara, who rarely gave compliments, gave an approving grunt. "Hmph. Heaven-defying, indeed."
Tobirama's eyes narrowed slightly, deep in thought.
Originally, he'd focused solely on high-tech salvage, computers, blueprints, and energy modules. His logic was clean: analyze the tech, reverse-engineer it, and evolve his world step by step.
But Ryan hadn't just brought tools. He'd brought everything.
Fully processed metals. Rare industrial-grade alloys. Prefabricated parts. Medical-grade bioplastics. Even battlefield-ready automata.
Tobirama's jaw tightened slightly.
If he had wanted to forge steel for his projects, his people would need to mine the ore, smelt it, refine it, shape it… weeks of labor, infrastructure, and oversight.
Ryan skipped all that. He brought the steel.
He brought the circuits.
He brought the infrastructure.
It was absurd. But Tobirama also understood why it worked.
Ryan's Kokugan, that monstrous space-sealing ability of his, was the core enabler. With near-limitless storage and instant retrieval, there was no concern over space, mass, or transport logistics. If he wanted to pack an entire reactor core, he could. And he did.
That was the advantage.
Tobirama's fingers tapped against the wooden table as he came to a quiet conclusion.
"This can't be delayed anymore," he thought to himself.
Once this global ranking session ended, he would request access to one of those Rinnegan-tier spatial artifacts.
One way or another, he'd close the gap.
Around the round table, the murmurs of awe continued.
"I knew his world was doing well," Tsunade muttered, arms crossed under her chest, "but three thousand points? That's beyond elite."
"Incredible," Kakashi said with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't think anyone would break three thousand in this meet."
Soon, the light screen shimmered.
A new update flashed across the celestial interface.
[Fourth Hokage Ryan's World – World Power Rating Displayed]
[Final World Power Score: 3000 points]
[System Notice: First-tier Hokage world scores range from 10 to 1000. Second-tier worlds range from 1000 to 10,000. Higher tiers follow this exponential growth pattern.]
There was a collective intake of breath.
"No way," Obito muttered. "He actually hit 3000?!"
"That's beyond top-tier… That's second-level world tier confirmed!" Sasuke said, eyes narrowing.
"This isn't just powerful," Minato added, blinking in disbelief. "This is world-leader level. This is… an empire."
"This is Ryan," Naruto said, grinning despite himself. "Guy never does anything halfway."
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