Su Xiuyu and his companions remained in Nidavellir for another day, awaiting word from the dwarves. Eventually, they received an update: the requested materials were still being prepared and dispatched.
As for the rare ores—adamantium and chakra metal—they weren't useless. The issue lay in the sheer insufficiency of the quantities provided.
"Yes, both metals possess remarkable properties," said Eitri, the Dwarf King, examining a chunk of chakra-infused ore. "But to be blunt, the amount you've brought is far too little. If you want to fuse these with Uru and craft a new generation of weapons, you'll need a much larger supply."
"If we used all of what we have now," Su Xiuyu asked, "how much power could be added to the weapons?"
Eitri shook his head slowly. "I can't give you a proper estimate before we actually begin forging. We've always worked with Asgard's Uru alloy. Using entirely new materials like these? It's uncharted territory."
Madara Uchiha crossed his arms, calm as ever. "Xiuyu, let's go and get more of the ores ourselves—chakra metal and adamantium. It's better than sitting around waiting."
"The problem is," Xiuyu replied with a faint sigh, "I don't have the adamantium ore. Not anymore. If I want it, I'll probably have to... take it."
Madara raised an eyebrow. "What? There's someone you can't defeat?"
"It's not about that," Xiuyu said, shaking his head. "It's a matter of principle. I don't like to just snatch what belongs to others."
Madara let out a short, dry chuckle. "Then let me do it."
Though Madara's demeanor had mellowed over the years, his core nature remained unchanged. He was far from a pacifist, and unlike Xiuyu, his moral lines were drawn around people—specifically, Su Xiuyu and Izuna.
"Forget it. If I let you handle it, Wakanda might be reduced to rubble by nightfall," Xiuyu said with a tired smile.
Madara shrugged, but didn't argue.
Without further delay, Xiuyu summoned the Rainbow Bridge. A beam of divine light cracked open the sky and pierced through Wakanda's advanced defense grid.
As expected, Wakanda's energy barrier didn't hold.
Su Xiuyu crashed through the shimmering shield with ease, landing directly within the borders of the hidden nation.
The alarm was instantaneous.
"Your Majesty!" shouted the guard monitoring the control center. "The defense shield has been breached!"
In the minds of the Wakandan people, their vibranium-based shield was impenetrable. No known force on Earth could break it—until now.
T'Chaka, King of Wakanda, stood from his throne, his voice sharp and commanding. "Stay calm! I'm heading to the breach immediately. Ready my combat gear!"
Moments later, clad in a sleek vibranium battle suit, T'Chaka boarded a Wakandan hovercraft, flanked by palace guards. The fighter tore through the skies, arriving at the crater left behind by Su Xiuyu's entrance.
"Scanners?" he barked.
"No weapons detected, Your Majesty," replied his security chief. "Just a single man. East Asian features."
Su Xiuyu stood calmly amid the chaos, gazing around at the high-tech warriors and sleek architecture.
"You T'Chaka?" he asked, squinting at the masked figure approaching. "Or are you T'Challa? Who's the current king here?"
T'Chaka didn't answer immediately. His face was concealed behind his vibranium helm, and Xiuyu couldn't tell them apart. Truth be told, he'd always had a hard time distinguishing between Wakandan royals—especially in combat gear.
"You're trespassing on Wakandan soil," T'Chaka said, his voice low and steady. "Do you understand that this is an act of war?"
Xiuyu smirked faintly. "Relax. I came from America—but don't worry, they're in shambles now. I doubt you take them seriously anymore."
He took a few steps forward, unfazed. "Take off the mask. I don't like negotiating with people hiding their intentions."
"You insolent—!" one of the guards shouted, jabbing a vibranium spear toward Xiuyu.
A bolt of searing laser energy shot from the tip—but before it could strike, Xiuyu calmly raised his hand.
With a dull shimmer, he blocked the blast with nothing but his palm.
Everyone froze.
"He… he blocked a vibranium laser spear… barehanded…" one guard stammered.
Even T'Chaka was taken aback.
"Is this how Wakanda greets guests?" Xiuyu asked, eyeing the king. "I expected better."
Without warning, the ground beneath the offending guards erupted. Vibranium-rich soil curled upward like liquid, trapping the soldiers in the earth with only their heads left above ground—alive, but immobilized.
T'Chaka flinched. "What do you want?"
"Let's make a deal," Xiuyu said, eyes narrowing. "Six years from now, you're going to die. Assassination attempt. I can stop it. I can save you, King T'Chaka… but it'll cost you."
T'Chaka's jaw clenched. "You expect me to believe that?"
"Believe what you want," Xiuyu shrugged. "The point is, you'll be dead without me. Wakanda, too, won't survive what's coming."
"You arrogant mutant!" one of the guards spat.
"Still not afraid?" Xiuyu muttered, almost amused. "You Wakandans are a prideful bunch. But pride won't shield you from what's coming."
In his eyes, Wakanda was a contradiction. A nation of brilliance and stupidity.
They used vibranium to make spears—primitive weapons with laser tips. It was like bragging to the world: we're so rich we can waste the most powerful metal on Earth.
"Why not make a vibranium hoe?" Xiuyu muttered aloud. "Unbreakable farming equipment. At least it'd be useful."
Wakanda's political structure didn't make much more sense to him either. An energy shield strong enough to block a nuclear strike—yet kings were chosen via trial by combat? Advanced technology paired with tribal tradition. Marvelous, but utterly backwards.
T'Chaka narrowed his eyes. "You haven't told me why you're here."
"I need vibranium," Xiuyu said flatly. "Half of your reserves, to be exact."
There was silence.
"You… what?"
"I'm crafting a weapon," he continued, "a weapon worthy of a god. The materials I have won't cut it. But I can offer something in return."
T'Chaka didn't respond. His silence was more dangerous than any outburst.
Xiuyu folded his arms. "I'll protect you from the assassination attempt. And I'll protect Wakanda from Thanos."
T'Chaka's breath hitched.
The first threat—T'Chaka's future assassination by the Winter Soldier. The second—Thanos's invasion, which would devastate Wakanda's armies. Xiuyu knew it all. He had seen it.
"I know you think I'm arrogant," Xiuyu continued. "But I'm offering an equal trade. Wakanda suffers enormous losses in both events. Half your vibranium is a small price to prevent that."
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"What nonsense are you spouting, you arrogant fool? There is no enemy Wakanda cannot face!" one of the royal guards barked, as several others activated a series of energy barriers from their gauntlets, forming a temporary shield wall around the king.
Su Xiuyu raised an eyebrow. "You've got so much advanced tech… and yet, you insist on keeping yourselves trapped in primitive thinking. Why cling to tradition while holding the future in your hands?"
T'Chaka ignored the jab, pointing toward the sky. Three sleek Wakandan aerospace warships descended in perfect formation.
"You speak boldly, but what are you waiting for, invader?" he demanded. "I've been holding back for my people's safety. But now, reinforcements have arrived."
Su Xiuyu chuckled. "Actually… I was waiting for your backup. Otherwise, where's the fun in breaking your spirit?"
His eyes shifted instantly—the pupils becoming ripples of lavender and black. The Rinnegan flared.
"Banshō Ten'in."
A violent gravitational surge erupted from his outstretched hand. The three vibranium-plated warships, which had just reached a hover above the field, were yanked downward with terrifying force. For a brief second, they hovered midair in defiance, but then—like puppets cut from their strings—they plummeted.
"Move!" T'Chaka roared as the ships descended.
Though Su Xiuyu had deliberately held back, the force of the crash still created seismic tremors. The warships slammed into the ground one after another, kicking up clouds of dust and a quake that shook the golden city's edges.
"Malfunction in the thrusters?" one pilot shouted over comms.
On the lead ship, General Okoye remained calm despite the chaos.
"These ships are Wakanda's finest," she said. "They can handle an impact like this. Everyone stay sharp."
Another officer relayed the diagnostics. "General, all systems are nominal. No faults detected. But sensors just recorded a gravitational force far beyond anything on Earth. It's like we passed near a black hole."
Okoye's gaze narrowed as she looked through the ship's camera. Outside, Su Xiuyu stood with his arm outstretched.
"That's our gravity source," she muttered. "All units—prepare to engage the moment we hit the ground. This isn't just some intruder. We're dealing with something far worse."
The moment the ships slammed into the ground, all hopes of reinforcement evaporated.
T'Chaka stared in disbelief. "Our strongest weapons… neutralized without even a scratch on him."
"Now do you understand?" Su Xiuyu said, his voice calm but biting. "Your technology may seem advanced—but only when compared to Earth's. Out there, in the vast universe? Wakanda is a baby learning to walk."
A panel slid open on one of the downed ships. With mechanical precision, a pulse cannon emerged and fired.
The brilliant blue beam struck Su Xiuyu dead center—an explosion of light erupting across the battlefield.
"Yes!" the gunner shouted from inside. "Direct hit!"
But the celebration died instantly.
Okoye's heart dropped as the light faded… revealing Su Xiuyu standing there, completely unharmed.
Not even his cloak had a scorch mark.
"That's not an attack," Su Xiuyu said softly. "That's an insult."
He lifted his hand.
In an instant, golden chakra roared to life. Susanoo formed around him—titanic in scale, dwarfing the grounded warships like toys in a sandbox.
The fully-formed Susanoo's colossal hands reached out, grabbing the ship that had fired the cannon. Vibranium groaned. With a brutal wrench, the massive construct tore the craft in half—stopping just short of destroying it entirely.
He'd been careful.
Because this wasn't war. Not yet. This was still business.
"Impossible… That ship was made entirely of vibranium!" one of the engineers cried.
From within the Susanoo, Su Xiuyu's voice boomed like a god's whisper.
"Are you a scientist? Then you should know: nothing is truly indestructible. Vibranium may be tough—but your ships aren't pure. You mix materials at the joints, in the circuits, in the frame. Weakness always finds a way in."
He turned back to the king. "Do you really think vibranium makes you invincible? You've relied on it like a crutch for too long."
His eyes locked onto T'Chaka's.
"So. What now, Your Majesty? Do you still want to fight?"
Before T'Chaka could answer, Xiuyu tilted his head toward the horizon.
"That mountain over there—anyone live there?"
T'Chaka, now unmasked and clearly shaken, shook his head. "It's uninhabited. Why?"
"Good," Xiuyu said. "Don't blink. I won't do this twice."
The Susanoo's golden chakra flared brighter. From its waist, Su Xiuyu drew a massive chakra-forged blade. With a single, controlled swing, a blinding wave of energy shot across the landscape.
A thunderous crack followed.
Everyone turned.
The distant mountain had been cleaved clean in half.
Gasps filled the battlefield. No one said a word. No one could.
"What… What kind of monster is this?" one soldier whispered, trembling.
Underneath Wakanda's soil, something ancient stirred.
The Black Panther God, Bast—revered spirit and totem of the Wakandan people—lay in dormant slumber. Traditionally, only those who consumed the Heart-Shaped Herb could enter communion with Bast.
But this act—this divine slash that sundered stone and sky—was enough to rouse even a sleeping god.
For Bast, the guardian deity of Wakanda and avatar of the sun, could no longer ignore the threat looming over his homeland.
Su Xiuyu wasn't just powerful. He was a force that tilted fate itself.
Far across the field, Madara sensed it first. "Something's coming," he said, his voice low.
Out of the jungle, a blur of motion surged forward.
A giant black panther—over twenty meters long—burst from the trees and bounded toward the battlefield.
T'Chaka's eyes lit up. "The Panther God! Bast has awakened!"
Only those who had communed with the god before could recognize him. T'Chaka had done so once, during the rites of kingship. The moment he saw the majestic black feline streaking across the plains, he knew.
The people of Wakanda began to stir, hope rekindled.
"He's here! The Panther God will save us!"
But that hope was short-lived.
Bast, even in his colossal form, was dwarfed by the towering golden Susanoo. As he came to a halt in front of Su Xiuyu, the divine beast's keen eyes took in the scene.
He saw the ships—crashed but not destroyed. The guards—subdued but not slain.
He felt the restraint. The power that could have crushed them… but didn't.
Then he looked up at the Susanoo, golden and immense, radiating chakra and divine force.
And for the first time in centuries… Bast felt small.
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