City of alther Western district Panic was the first thing the transported people felt .
From the harsh place of the iron islands, they now arrived at a new place Many of them are weak because of abuse and lack of food.
There are some whose badly enjured, blood still cling to their bodies aftermath of physical torture inflicted by the iron borns But all they felt, all they experience all that disappeared from their minds when they look at the place they are in at this very moment.
A profound silence settled over the vast expanse as the 57,000 thralls, saltwives, and children stood in stunned awe on the smooth, white road that stretched out before them.
The surface beneath their feet was flat, hard and flawless, like polished stone, cut from a single piece, white light bathed the entire city.
Around them, they could see magnificent houses, structures of artistic woodwork, their walls bursting with vibrant, ripe fruits: glowing oranges, plump berries, golden apples, and clusters of shimmering grapes hanging from lush vines that intertwined to form fences of living color.
The air was thick with the sweet aroma of fruits and blooming flowers, a scent so pure and intoxicating that it seemed to cleanse the very soul.
The temperature was perfectly comfortable—cold enough to feel like a gentle hug, but never oppressive.
A cool breeze drifted through, carrying whispers of serenity and peace, as if the city itself breathed in harmony.
The children gawked, eyes wide and shining, their small hands reaching out to touch the luscious fruits that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.
Some giggled, pointing excitedly at the towering trees laden with colorful fruits.
A few clutched their trousers, their dress or anything they could hold on to, trembling with a mixture of surprise and wonder.
The saltwives looked around, tears streaming down their faces, voice trembling with emotion.
One whispered softly, “Is this… real?
Are we in paradise?
Did we die, and finally in God’s graces?” Her voice broke with awe.
Another, clutching her child close, whispered, “It’s like the stories… like the heavens themselves.
We’ve found paradise.” The tralls, thin and weak but hardened by countless toiling in the ground, stood in silence, their faces shadowed with disbelief.
One muttered under his breath, “This… this must be the gods’ gift.
A place for those who suffered.
It’s too perfect…” His voice was husky with emotion.
A young girl pointed at the sky, her voice ringing with innocence, “Look!
The clouds—they’re so fluffy!
And the fruits—they’re so big and bright!” A man, older and wearier, looked around and finally spoke aloud, voice filled with reverence, “This must be the land of the gods… a paradise after death.
We’ve been given a gift—an end to our suffering.” A woman fell to her knees, tears falling freely, whispering, “Thank you, divine beings.
We never thought we’d find a place like this.” Others simply stared, overwhelmed by the beauty and serenity.
Some fell silent, unable to find words, while a few took hesitant steps forward, their hands trembling as they reached for the abundant fruits, tasting the divine sweetness with awe.
The entire crowd seemed to breathe together, united in their sense of awe and gratitude.
They had arrived in a place beyond mortal dreams—a heaven of endless bounty and peace, watched over by unseen divine hands.
In that moment, they knew—this was no ordinary city.
It was a sacred refuge, a true paradise, a testament to the mercy of the gods.
Jon Snow stood at the highest point of the western district, he had built together with his clones.
Gazing out over the vast crowd gathered below.
Tens of thousands—tralls, saltwives, children—stood silent, awe-struck, their faces turned upward in reverence.
The city stretched out beneath him, a marvel of stone, wood, and living vines, glowing softly in the golden light of the setting sun.
The streets were alive with the scent of ripe fruits and blooming flowers, a testament to what he had forged—a sanctuary of peace and abundance.
He felt a quiet pride swelling within him, but also a deep sense of duty.
This city was his creation, his gift to those who had suffered so long.
Jon hope that this place will heal their wounds, and end their cycle of pain He hope this place can give something better amidst the chaos of the world.
And now, seeing the awe in their eyes, he knew he had succeeded.
His gaze lingered on a woman kneeling, tears streaming down her face as she whispered prayers of gratitude.
A young girl reached out hesitantly, touching a glowing berry as if it were a blessing from the gods themselves.
Men and women looked around with mouths slightly agape, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and reverence.
For a moment, Jon felt the weight of the guilt he felt when he massacred the iron borns lift from his shoulders—”this was the reason for that.
For the innocent people of this world to truly live a comforting life, scums must disappear” A part of him felt a stirring of humility.
He had always believed that he was not a hero or a particularly good person—just a man willing to do what must be done for what he believes is the right thing.
He drew a deep breath, steadying himself.
“Ill try to do it.
I can’t save everyone, but slowly I’ll try to change this world.” Ahem…
Jon cleared his voice.
By infusing chakra into his voice, he announced, “Welcome to Altherion.” The people below were surprised by the voice they heard.
They looked around, trying to find where it had come from.
Jon jumped from the tall building, which was the hospital in this district, and landed at the center of the crowd.
The people parted to form a circle with Jon at the very center.
They looked at him as if they had seen a god—because Jon, at this very moment, truly looked like one.
They saw him now in the appearance of an Ōtsutsuki.
“Hello,” Jon said.
“Don’t be afraid.
I’m the one who saved you.
If you like, you can stay here.
But I also know that some of you won’t stay—many still have families, and you’ll try to return.
And I won’t stop you from doing that.
Anyone who wants to leave will be free to go.
And to those who want to stay, you are very welcome here.” This city is called Alther, in the kingdom of Altherion.
A land hidden in snow.
Jon used his mental communication with clones and summoned them all.
Swoosh…
swoosh…
swoosh…
Shadows darted from every direction.
Then the wood clones arrived; they wore the classic appearance of ANBU, with different kinds of masks.
The people were very surprised by the magical way these masked men arrived.
The first thing the ANBU did was to go near the injured and use medical Ninjutsu to treat their wounds.
People gave space to these masked men.
They had many questions, but years of hardship and abuse made them hesitate.
In the iron islands asking questions get you killed or wipped depending on the mood of their captors.
So they just stared in awe at the miracle they were witnessing.
Wounds healed at a visible pace.
Muscles and skin regenerated and closed up until only smooth, new skin remained.
A young man who was healed gathered his courage and asked, “Sir, what did you do?
Is it magic?” The masked clone answered, “Yes, it’s magic—but not the kind you know.
It’s a new type of magic, a gift from the deity of this land.
If you like, we can teach you.” Tears almost burst from the young man’s eyes.
He had never been treated this way before.
In that moment, he vowed to himself to serve the deity with his whole life.
The young man was not alone.
Many others thought the same way—to repay this kindness and for saving them.
Jon spoke again.
“Those who know each other should group together and pick a house.
Those alone, go to the mask man; he will assist you.
For now, rest—this is your first day here.
Everything must be a shock for you all.
So take your time.
Anyone who has questions, ask the mask man.
You’re safe here, so don’t worry.” Then Jon used the flicker technique and vanished from where he stood.
Men, women, and children darted their eyes, looking for someone familiar.
When they grouped together, they approached the mask man, who led them to a free house.
Everything in the house was explained to them.
The rooms, the fruits outside, and what surprised them the most—water.
Every house was fitted with water pipes and plumbing, so fresh water was available at any time by simply twisting a thing called a faucet.
They marveled at everything in the house.
They were told to rest, and tomorrow they should gather at the front of the hospital.
That term was very foreign to them, and they had no idea what it meant, but they were told they would be guided tomorrow.
This brought them relief.
Food was on the table, enough for a few days, so they had nothing to fear.
A few hours passed, and the only people left in the streets were the orphans.
These children were anxious and didn’t know what to do.
The clones calmed them one by one and teleported them to the north district, where they would stay.
A huge barracks had been installed there, so the children stayed in large groups.
The clones also explained everything to them, and food was provided.
The children became very happy.
Jons Pov Jon took a deep breath in one day alot of things happened in the morning he defeated the iron borns and the whole afternoon was to assist the Thralls, Salt wifes and the orphans .
57,000 mouths to feed .
Tsk tsk tsk.
I have a lot of fruits but people cannot survive with only fruits they need bread and meat my clones have hunted the forest for meat but with this many people to feed i need other sources “Hey Chione, the system bloodline transfusion is there a limit to it?” Jon ask the system.
Ding…
“Answering the host.
If the host ask for how many you can the system give blood lines then, None..there is no limit to the numbers of bloodlines the host can bestow Any living that the host wants to be bestowd with bloodlines from the naruto world is possible.” “No not that chione, i just wanna ask how about animal..can i bestow bloodlines to them or it is limited to humans only?” Ding…
“Its not limited to human only host animals and insects could have transfusion of bloodlines but only with the blood lines of the same species.
This means bloodlines from human clan connot be bestowed to an animal And vice versa” “Can you show me examples of animal and bloodlines you can bestow.?” Ding…
” certainly host!’ Dogs (nenkin) – Elite spiritual clan Bloodline of the Forest Guardians: granting camouflage or invisibility.
Bloodline of the Spirit Tracker: allowing them to sense spiritual or chakra residues left by enemies.
Bloodline of the Alpha: giving leadership qualities and the ability to coordinate multiple Ninken seamlessly.
Fox (Kitsune) – Kitsune no Kage Clan (Claw Shadow Clan) Bloodline of the Arcane Veil Masters of illusion and concealment, this clan specializes in stealth, deception, and infiltration missions.
Eagle – Taka no Tsubasa Clan (Hawk’s Wing Clan) Bloodline of the Sky Sentinel Renowned for aerial reconnaissance, sharp eyesight, and swift strikes from above.
Tiger – Tora no Kokoro Clan (Tiger’s Heart Clan) Bloodline of the Spirit Roar Famous for their physical strength, spiritual attacks, and territorial dominance.
Snake – Hebi no Yami Clan (Snake’s Darkness Clan) Bloodline of the Venomous Whisper Known for deadly toxins, keen senses, and silent assassination skills.
Wolf – Okami no Tsuki Clan (Wolf of the Moon Clan) Bloodline of the Lunar Pack Expert trackers, pack leaders, and masters of night operations.
Owl – Fukurou no Mirai Clan (Owl’s Future Clan) Bloodline of the Night Seer Mystics with prophetic visions, spiritual insight, and perception in darkness.
Bear – Kuma no Tetsu Clan (Bear’s Iron Clan) Bloodline of the Earthbound Fortress Known for their immense durability, earth manipulation, and brute strength.
“Wooow so many.” Jon exclaimed excitedly “So its really possible.” So using this if i catch some animals i could grant them blood lines to make them bigger and fat for food Or to create ninja animals clans.
That ninjas in my kingdom can summon.
Hoah….
theres too many possibilities That night i ordered my clones to catch some small animals to test.