Toriko:
The golden fishing rod gleamed under the now-restored sunlight, its line cast deep into the unknown. Toriko sat calmly, his towering figure relaxed yet focused, as if the universe itself had become his hunting ground. His bait—a peculiar, oversized creature resembling the one he had used in his earliest adventures—bobbled on the surface of a strange, shimmering pool.
Komatsu approached, wiping sweat from his brow. "Toriko! The Sun… it's back to normal!"
Toriko grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. "Yeah, I figured out the secret of the Gourmet Eclipse." He reeled in the line slightly, his massive hands making the golden rod creak. "Turns out, it wasn't an eclipse at all. The Sun was being blocked by a giant Gourmet Satellite—like a massive pot lid floating in space."
Komatsu's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, you're saying that thing was man-made?"
Toriko nodded. "Yeah. The Nitro built it. But that's not even the craziest part." He turned his gaze to Komatsu, his expression unreadable. "There are actual fry pans and pots out there big enough to cook entire planets."
Komatsu nearly choked. "Y-You're joking, right?!"
"Nope. And you know those fairy tales about giant demon kings that eat stars?" Toriko leaned forward, his voice dropping slightly. "They might not just be stories."
Komatsu staggered back. The idea of celestial beings treating planets like ingredients was beyond comprehension.
Toriko continued, "Astronomers actually captured an image recently—a family of Gourmet immortals, sitting around a table, dining on a miniature galaxy." He grinned. "And guess what they were eating?"
Komatsu swallowed. "Don't tell me…?"
"Acacia's Full Course Menu."
Silence filled the air, broken only by the gentle lapping of waves.
Toriko's gaze became distant. "The Appetite Demons inside me… they told me more. They know about the Farthest Lands where the Gourmet immortals live. About the Gourmet Big Bang, the very event that created our universe. And the truth about Acacia's Full Course Menu."
Komatsu, now deeply invested, leaned in. "What about it?"
Toriko closed his eyes. "The colors of the Gourmet immortal family… they eventually became the five universes. The Full Course was meant to bring them back together one day."
Komatsu's mind raced. Then a thought struck him. "Wait… what if Acacia's family were the incarnations of these Gourmet immortals? Think about it!" He began counting on his fingers.
"Acacia's cells were black—because of Neo.
Froese's were white—because of her purity and grace.
Ichiryu's were red—because of Don Slime.
Jiro's could be green—since Teppei's hair is green.
And Midora's… blue?"
Toriko smirked. "You might be onto something, Komatsu. But here's something even crazier."
He clenched his fist, and a white aura flickered around him. "I finally saw it… the true color of my White Demon."
Komatsu's breath hitched. "And…?"
Toriko let the moment hang in the air before continuing. "You know how Acacia's Full Course spells 'PANGAEA'?"
Komatsu nodded hesitantly.
Toriko grinned. "I think it points to the Farthest Land, where the Gourmet immortals live. And you know what Food Luck really is?"
Komatsu gulped.
"The scattered energy of the Gourmet immortals themselves."
A sudden tug on Toriko's fishing line broke the tension.
Toriko grinned as he yanked hard. The water split apart as a colossal shell-shaped creature emerged, its body reflecting the cosmos like a miniature universe.
"Gotcha!"
Komatsu staggered back. "W-What is that?!"
Toriko laughed. "A baby Giant Shell from Area 6—though I call it the Minimum Shell." He patted the massive creature. "It's been remodeled into a spaceship."
Komatsu blinked. "…A spaceship?"
"Yup. It can create Back Channels by moving faster than light. Thanks to the 'Reverse Urashima Effect', I can hunt in space for years while only a few days pass on Earth."
Komatsu's mind reeled from the implications, but Toriko's next words hit him even harder.
"Oh, and Terry's gone back to his pack."
Komatsu's eyes widened. "W-What?! Why?!"
Toriko sighed. "All of the Eight Kings have retired. They don't consider themselves kings anymore since they lost in battle, even though they've mostly healed. Well… except the Snake King."
Komatsu gasped. "Then… what happens to Gourmet World?"
Toriko cracked his knuckles. "It's in chaos. Warlords are fighting to decide the new Eight Kings. Terry, along with the Troll Kongs, Devil Orochi, and the Regal Mammoths, are all part of it. They've gotten way stronger."
Komatsu clenched his fists. "That means… Gourmet World is a battlefield now."
Toriko nodded. "Exactly."
Komatsu looked down, feeling overwhelmed by all this information. But then another thought struck him.
"What about Zebra, Coco, and Sunny?"
Toriko smirked. "Already left for Outer Space."
Komatsu's jaw dropped. "A-Are you serious?!"
Toriko laughed. "Zebra and Coco are already searching for the final meal in their Full Course Menus. As for Sunny… well, who knows?"
Komatsu took a deep breath, steadying himself.
Everything had changed.
The world they had known—the battles they had fought—were merely the beginning.
Now, the true adventure awaited.
Beyond the sky.
Beyond the stars.
To the Farthest Lands.
Toriko grinned as he adjusted his grip on the golden fishing rod, staring up at the endless sky above them. "Komatsu, I think it's time we head out. The planet's safe, and the universe is filled with mysteries and ingredients waiting to be found."
Komatsu nodded, still processing everything he had just learned. "Yeah, but… space? That's a whole new level, Toriko."
Toriko smirked. "That's what makes it exciting!"
Just as they were about to board the Minimum Shell, a sudden pulse of energy radiated from Toriko's pocket. The communication device, given to him by the Emperor of Mankind, flickered to life.
A golden glow filled the air, and then—Naruto Uzumaki appeared.
His projection stood before them, his powerful presence making even Toriko instinctively straighten up. Though it was just a projection, the sheer intensity of Naruto's aura made it feel as if the man himself was truly standing there.
"Toriko, before you leave for space, you've got some unfinished business," Naruto said seriously.
Toriko blinked in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Naruto's eyes narrowed slightly. "There's an Otsutsuki threat in your world."
Komatsu, hearing the unfamiliar name, looked at Naruto with uncertainty. "Otsutsuki? What's that?"
Toriko frowned, crossing his arms. "Never heard of 'em. Are they some kind of strong beasts?"
Naruto sighed. "I figured you wouldn't know. The Otsutsuki are celestial parasites—immortals that travel from planet to planet, consuming entire worlds to gain power. They plant a immortal Tree, suck a planet dry, and move on to the next. Your world is their next meal."
Toriko's eyes widened slightly. "Wait… are you serious?"
Naruto nodded grimly. "Very. And the Otsutsuki duo waiting to eat your world are way stronger than the ones I've faced."
Toriko scratched the back of his head. "And how strong were the ones you fought?"
"The last one, Isshiki Otsutsuki, was powerful enough to destroy planets with ease. But the ones coming for your world?" Naruto's expression darkened. "They're at large star level."
Komatsu gasped, his face pale. "S-Star level?!"
Toriko, however, only grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Heh. Sounds fun."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "I expected that reaction. But listen—this isn't just about fighting strong opponents. If you lose, your world dies. Everything you've fought for, all the flavors and ingredients of your planet, will be erased."
Toriko's expression turned serious.
"You need to stop them, Toriko. Before you even think about leaving your planet, take care of this first."
Toriko let out a deep breath before flashing his usual cocky smirk. "Alright, alright. I get it. Guess I'll have to hunt down these Otsutsuki first." He tightened his fist, excitement bubbling in his veins. "I just hope they're tough enough to make it interesting."
Naruto chuckled. "Oh, they will be. Good luck."
With that, the golden glow faded, and Naruto's projection vanished.
Komatsu swallowed hard, still shaken by the revelation. "Toriko… this is serious."
Toriko placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Relax, Komatsu. I'll handle it. If they're really as strong as Naruto says, then this might be the greatest hunt of my life." His grin widened. "And I'll make sure we serve up their meat before they eat our world."
With their new mission clear, Toriko and Komatsu turned back toward their home planet, ready to face the greatest challenge of their lives before setting off into the endless feast of the cosmos.
Toriko sat cross-legged, his golden fishing rod resting across his knees, as he processed Naruto's instructions. The revelation about the Otsutsuki was troubling, but what truly intrigued him was Naruto's insistence that he test himself in the Virtual World before facing the real battle.
"A world where you can fight anyone, at any level, without risk? Sounds like a damn good warm-up." Toriko thought.
With a smirk, he activated the system. Instantly, his surroundings changed. The lush green fields of the real world faded into an endless white void, only for it to reconstruct itself into a battle arena—vast, with a sky that reflected an infinite cosmos above.
[WELCOME, TORIKO. YOU MAY CHOOSE YOUR OPPONENT.]
The system's mechanical voice rang in his ears.
Toriko grinned. "Alright, let's see what we got."
A massive list of opponents appeared before him. He scrolled through it casually, expecting only a handful of fighters to match his level—a level beyond stars, thanks to the White Demon inside him. But as he kept scrolling… and scrolling… and scrolling…
"The hell?!" His grin faltered for a second.
There were too many names. Warriors, immortals, beings of immense power—far more than he had anticipated. Some names he didn't recognize, while others sent a chill down his spine just reading them.
"Heh. Guess I'm not as special as I thought," Toriko muttered, his competitive spirit igniting.
Then he spotted a familiar name.
"Naruto."
He tapped on it, and a new list appeared. Different versions of Naruto, at different points in his life, displayed with their respective power levels.
Toriko wasn't an idiot. He knew Naruto was beyond ridiculous, but still, he had to get an idea of how far apart they were. So he filtered for Star Level and above, selecting the first version that popped up.
[NARUTO UZUMAKI – STAR LEVEL (EMPEROR OF MANKIND, AGE 19)]
The system immediately provided details.
— This was the Naruto who had ascended beyond his world and had taken the first step into ruling the cosmos.
— This Naruto was so powerful that fighting him at the same level would be utterly one-sided.
Toriko's eyebrow twitched. "Wait. You're telling me that at nineteen, he was already that strong?"
He had fought monstrous creatures, traveled through dimensions, and battled immortals of his own. But a teenager being that absurd? That was something else entirely.
Toriko frowned and scrolled down. "Give me one that's a bit more balanced."
The system processed his request before selecting a more appropriate opponent.
[NARUTO UZUMAKI – SIXTH HOKAGE (AGE 18)]
Toriko leaned forward, intrigued.
— This was Naruto before he had reached Star Level.
— This was when he had taken over the position of Hokage, though he already knew his destiny lay far beyond that.
— This version of Naruto had immense raw power but hadn't fully refined it yet. He was still working on his reality-warping abilities, but he had already accepted that the world—and more—was his responsibility.
Toriko smirked. "Heh. That sounds like a damn good fight."
[OPPONENT SELECTED. INITIATING BATTLE.]
The world around him shifted once more.
The arena transformed into a ruined battlefield, resembling a wasteland after an apocalyptic war. The air crackled with energy, the ground bore the scars of past clashes, and in the distance, a massive Hokage monument stood, partially shattered.
Toriko had faced monsters that could shatter planets, immortals who feasted on galaxies, and even forces that transcended time itself—but this was different.
Naruto stood before him, clad in black armor, its surface rippling with energy that could withstand the power of a star. He carried Ea, a lance that could shift into any weapon, and Enkidu, the chains that could bind even immortals. His Rinne-Sharingan gleamed ominously, radiating power that twisted reality around him.
Toriko had never seen the Emperor of Mankind fight, but now he knew—Naruto had become something far beyond a mere shinobi.
The sheer presence of this Hokage was overwhelming. He had undergone genetic enhancements from both Orochimaru and Tsunade, making him a variant Otsutsuki, and his partner, Kurama, had grown to the size of a planet, radiating energy equal to that of a star.
Beyond his unfathomable power, Naruto possessed a passive healing factor that would restore him from a single drop of blood. But even that was not his greatest ability—
—His Ten Crowns.
A reality-warping defense that nullified all damage until his energy ran out—which, due to his boundless reserves and infinite chakra regeneration, was nearly impossible.
Naruto stared at Toriko with calm, absolute confidence, his golden eyes cold and analytical. "I will be merciful," he said. "I will execute you painlessly."
A mere glance from his Rinne-Sharingan, and the space around them froze.
Toriko felt his body lock up as if the entire universe had suddenly turned to stone. His very cells refused to move, as though trapped in absolute stillness.
Then Naruto raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
—The space around Toriko collapsed in on itself.
A silent explosion of crushing gravity and twisted reality formed around him, the fabric of existence itself caving inward like a black hole.
"TORIKO!"
White Demon's voice roared in his mind, pushing him into action. Toriko's instincts screamed at him—if he didn't break free, he would shatter along with space itself!
With a massive surge of power, White Demon awakened fully, his presence flaring out like a supernova. Toriko channeled his Enbu, every cell in his body harmonizing to perfection. Food Luck surged through him, tilting fate to his favor.
Toriko burst free, tearing apart the collapsing space with raw, primal force.
"Damn! That was close!"
Naruto remained unfazed. His expression did not change as he observed Toriko's survival.
Toriko clenched his fist, his muscles bulging as he charged forward. "Alright, then! Time to see how you handle this!"
With all of his power concentrated into a single strike, he unleashed his ultimate attack—
Nail Punch!
The force behind the blow was so immense that the entire planet beneath them was obliterated in an instant. The sheer pressure shattered the land, reducing it to cosmic dust, while the shockwave rippled through the void of space, sending entire solar systems quaking.
Yet, it passed through Naruto harmlessly.
Naruto shook his head. "This is futile."
Toriko's eyes widened. His attack had done nothing.
With a mere thought, hundreds of Truth-Seeking Balls materialized around Naruto, forming a deadly sphere of destruction.
Then, time itself slowed down.
Toriko watched, horrified, as the orbs rushed toward him from all directions, yet his perception was distorted—they moved impossibly fast while he was forced to react at a fraction of his speed.
Each Truth-Seeking Ball carried the power to erase anything they touched—his body, his soul, his very existence.