Konoha: The Honored One

Chapter 136: Guess Who's Back?



Tsunade frowned slightly, raising her hand in an attempt to steer the meeting back on track before it veered completely off course. But with Gojo Satoru in the room, controlling the conversation was akin to trying to leash a hurricane.

"The Akatsuki captured the Six Tails' Jinchūriki, and I took them back. Simple, right?" Gojo said with a casual wave of his hand, as though he'd just retrieved a misplaced pair of socks. "This is clearly an Akatsuki problem, not ours."

"And the same logic applies to ninja swords."

Gojo leaned back in his chair, his smirk radiating pure mischief. "Since Hoshigaki Kisame stole Samehada from your Mist Ninja Village, why don't you go ask him about it? Why drag us into your personal grievances?"

Terumi Mei's eye twitched at his words, her jaw tightening. But before she could form a reply, Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand with an infuriatingly smug expression.

"Unless," he added with mock sincerity, "you're here for a therapy session. I mean, I'm a good listener, but don't expect me to sugarcoat anything. And just a tip—excessive nagging? Not a good look. Trust me, men hate that."

The room froze for a split second before Kurenai couldn't stifle a laugh, quickly covering her mouth to hide it. Her inner monologue chimed in: Gojo's sharp tongue cuts deeper than any blade.

"You..." Terumi Mei hissed, her hands trembling as she clenched her fists to rein in her boiling anger.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Gojo asked, feigning innocence so convincingly it almost seemed genuine.

Terumi Mei took a deep breath, visibly forcing herself to remain calm. "Regardless of what you say, the Six Tails and Samehada both belong to the Mist Ninja Village. They're in your possession now, correct?"

Gojo tilted his head, tapping his chin as if in deep thought. "Possession? Oh, you mean this?" With a theatrical clap of his hands, a puff of smoke materialized Samehada.

The massive sword appeared in Gojo's grasp, its sharkskin-like texture gleaming ominously under the room's lighting.

"Huh… interesting," he said, turning it over in his hands like a curious child examining a shiny new toy.

Terumi Mei's professional demeanor cracked slightly. "What's interesting?"

Gojo held up the blade, squinting at it. "See for yourself! Does it have the Mist Village's name on it anywhere?"

Without waiting for an answer, he tossed the sword to Kurotsuchi.

Caught off guard, the Iwa kunoichi scrambled to catch it, shooting Gojo a glare before reluctantly examining the weapon. After a moment, she sighed. "No, it doesn't."

Gojo's smirk widened. "Really? Well, what does it say, then?"

Kurotsuchi raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated. "It says… Gojo Satoru."

The room went silent, save for Onoki's faint chuckle as he sipped his tea, clearly entertained by the absurdity.

"See?" Gojo said with exaggerated triumph, reclaiming the sword and holding it aloft like a trophy. "It's got my name on it. So, obviously, it's mine. Case closed."

Terumi Mei's lips thinned as she inhaled sharply. "Are you seriously saying that writing your name on something makes it yours?"

"Obviously. That's basic common sense," Gojo replied, his tone dripping with faux-patronizing pity. "Didn't you ever have childhood experiences like that? No? Wow, that's kind of sad."

Onoki chuckled louder this time, muttering to himself, "Poor Mizukage. Still too young to handle a brat like this."

Terumi Mei's patience was wearing thinner than paper. "Enough of this nonsense!" she snapped.

"Relax," Gojo said, vanishing in an instant and reappearing behind her. His speed was so startling that even the Raikage blinked in surprise.

Before Terumi Mei could react, Gojo tapped her lightly on the shoulder and leaned in. "Maybe if I write my name on you, you'll belong to me too."

Her face turned a shade of red so intense it could have rivaled a Sharingan. Whirling around, she raised her hand to slap him, only for Gojo to catch her wrist effortlessly, his signature smirk plastered across his face.

The other Kage shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to intervene or let the chaos play out. Even Tsunade, normally one to intervene in these situations, pinched the bridge of her nose, half-contemplating letting Mei deal with him herself.

"Okay, okay," Gojo said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He casually kicked Samehada across the floor, sending it sliding toward Terumi Mei.

Samehada, however, had other ideas. The sword twitched as she reached for it, then slithered back to Gojo's side like a loyal pet.

"See?" Gojo said with a grin, patting the sword as though it were a puppy. "It has good taste. Why settle for ordinary chakra when it can stick with me?"

Terumi Mei's aura flared with pure chakra, waves of heat emanating from her. Just as it seemed like she might explode, Gaara's calm, steady voice cut through the tension.

"Let's focus on the real issue," the Kazekage said, his tone a steady balm to the chaos. "The Akatsuki are a far greater threat than petty squabbles over ownership."

Raikage, however, was far less patient. Slamming his fist on the table, he barked, "Enough talk! What we need is actionable intel on the Akatsuki!"

Mifune, the ever-diplomatic leader, nodded in agreement. "The Akatsuki already have One Tail through Five Tails. Protecting the remaining Jinchūriki is paramount."

As the meeting's focus shifted back to strategy, Gojo leaned over to Tsunade, whispering, "Man, these meetings are such a drag. Wanna grab a drink after this?"

Tsunade rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Shut up, Gojo."

Before she could say more, the air in the room warped and twisted. Uchiha Obito materialized in the center, his lone Sharingan glinting ominously beneath his mask. His voice carried an eerie calm as he declared, "You cling to hope in a world that's already hell. Haven't you realized yet?"

Gojo stood, stretching lazily as though preparing for a morning workout. "Oh great, another emo monologue. Let me guess—you're here to convince us we're all doomed? Yawn."

Obito's gaze sharpened. "You're a fool."

Gojo's grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Better a fool than someone with your fashion sense."

The tension in the room reached a palpable peak as the two stared each other down.


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