As his words fell, a silver-gray laptop appeared out of thin air before him.
Its body was very thin, with a Stark Industries logo on its surface, and it now lay quietly on the ground.
Zongyan reached out and opened the lid, only for the screen to light up automatically.
Blue patterns of light converged from the edges toward the center, finally forming lines of rapidly scrolling data.
The next moment, the data streams abruptly stopped, and a steady mechanical male voice came from the computer.
"J.A.R.V.I.S. reporting for duty, sir!"
It spoke perfect English, but hearing it made Zongyan frown slightly.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., change the language."
"Current language matched."
This time, the voice switched to fluent Japanese.
Only then did Zongyan's brow relax. He stared at the data streams on the screen and lightly tapped a key.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., if I asked you to build an entire industrial system from scratch, how long would it take, with your current capabilities, to reach Stark Industries' level of technology?"
The data streams on the screen paused.
"Sir, starting from scratch, with sufficient manpower and resources, basic industry and precision manufacturing facilities can be established in five years."
"About five years..."
"Yes, sir, provided that you supply me with sufficient manpower and resources."
Zongyan leaned against the wall and fell silent for a while.
Five years was not all that long.
Zongyan closed the laptop, put J.A.R.V.I.S. away, then turned and headed toward the Hokage Building.
The Hokage's office.
When Zongyan pushed the door open and entered, Uchiha Fugaku was sitting in the Hokage's chair, reviewing documents.
As both Konoha's Hokage and the Uchiha Clan's Clan Head, he now carried greater responsibilities than ever.
Fugaku looked up, saw his son, and put down his pen.
"Zongyan? What is it?"
Zongyan walked up to the