"Konoha's Dimensional Pirate: Reborn Uchiha Gin"

When Nara Shikayama announced the conclusion of the public tribunal, the leaders escorted Sarutobi Hiruzen away, leaving Danzo Shimura still tied to the execution pillar.

"Kill Danzo!"

"His death!"

"Step back—I'm going first!"

"I'll avenge my son and my grandson!"

"Danzo, give me back my father's life!"

The square exploded into chaos. In the blink of an eye, a furious mob of villagers and shinobi surged forward toward Danzo.

Strangely, Danzo wasn't frightened. Instead, he spat curses:

"You lowly scum! You all deserve to die! Your families should consider it an honor to have died for me—for Konoha!"

"Huh?" His eyes narrowed. "I can speak?"

Only then did he realize that the seal on his mouth—and the ones on his limbs—had been removed. But his chakra was still locked. Weaker than an ordinary civilian, Danzo was now no more threatening than a bound chicken left on a post.

The result was predictable.

Infuriated by his arrogance, the first few shinobi reached him and screamed:

"Die!"

"Monster!"

"You bastard!"

A second later, they tore him to pieces.

And when he revived—he was killed again.

And again.

And again.

For three whole days, Danzo endured a relentless cycle of death and resurrection.

But that… was another story.

Inside the Hokage's Office, Gin stood by the window with the disgraced Third Hokage beside him, watching the mob surrounding Danzo.

"Well, Third," Gin said with a sly smirk. "Maybe I should send you out there next. Do you think those grieving villagers—those who've lost everything because of your rule—would hesitate to rip you apart?"

Fear flickered in Hiruzen's eyes.

"I… I think it's better not to," he said quickly. "Danzo deserves it more than I do! He was… far worse. And… he's tougher. Let him take it. I'll serve my punishment… in my own way."

Cowardice laced every word.

Gin laughed. Loudly.

The sound made Hiruzen's skin crawl.

As they turned from the window, Hiruzen's gaze fell on the Second Hokage.

Tobirama's expression was cold, arms crossed.

"Hmph. Unworthy student," Tobirama growled. "Don't ever call yourself my student again. I hereby sever all ties with you—and not just you. Koharu, Homura, Danzo… all of you. Traitors, the lot."

Whatever teacherly affection Tobirama once held had long since turned to hatred.

And who could blame him?

He'd returned to the Senju Clan after his resurrection, only to see it in shambles. The elderly wept. The children hid behind ruined walls. And then, the piercing words of Senju Tazuma, his cousin, had driven the dagger home:

"Lord Tobirama, how could you have been so blind? You chose these swine as students? You sacrificed yourself and passed the Will of Fire to Sarutobi Hiruzen—and for what? The Senju clan is now a shadow of its former self. We barely survive thanks to the Uchihas—our former enemies. You, the genius of the Senju, the pillar of logic and wisdom—look at your legacy!"

Tobirama hadn't argued.

The words weren't mockery. They were pain. Bitter, just pain. And Tobirama knew they were right.

Since that day, even without Gin's urging, Tobirama had refused to return to the Pure World. He buried himself in the research department, helping with every invention and project to repay the debt he owed his clan.

He didn't even dare walk onto Senju land again.

Back in the office, Hiruzen's face had gone pale. The revocation of his status as Tobirama's student was a brutal blow. Without that connection, both he and the Sarutobi clan were as good as exiled.

He opened his mouth to plead, but Tobirama cut him off with a glare.

"Don't. Don't you dare say another word."

Then Tobirama turned to Gin.

"I'm going to continue work in the research department," he said calmly. "The refrigerator prototype is functional. The washing machine is nearly complete. We should have full production lines in a few days. But we'll need village support for factory construction and logistics."

Using salvaged household appliance models from the pirate world—refrigerators, ovens, air conditioners—Tobirama and Orochimaru had made fast progress. While the original devices had run on electricity, the Naruto world lacked such infrastructure. So, at Gin's suggestion, they'd begun converting the appliances to chakra-powered versions, using intricate blends of fūinjutsu and elemental chakra systems.

"Understood," Gin nodded. "We leveled the factory site yesterday. Report to the engineering division. My mother and Lady Mito are managing the works. Hashirama and Madara are helping… with the heavy lifting."

Gin didn't trust anyone else with the planning. Mito and his mother had proven themselves irreplaceable.

"Fine," Tobirama said. He turned toward the door, then suddenly stopped.

"One more thing—since Sarutobi Hiruzen is now a criminal, his face doesn't deserve to be on the Hokage Monument. Fourth, arrange for it to be removed. Replace it with your own. I've already spoken to my brother. He agrees."

Without another word or even glancing at Hiruzen, Tobirama walked out.

Hiruzen stood frozen, his face like ash. His mouth opened… but nothing came out. He wanted to protest. He had served as Hokage for decades. He had worked—hadn't he? Didn't that mean anything?

His eyes met Gin's.

Surely Gin would stop this.

But Gin's face was cold.

"All right," Gin ordered. "Sakumo-san—escort the former Third Hokage to his sentence. Send him to the cleaning department. His seal array is already in place."

"Yes, Hokage-sama." Hatake Sakumo placed a firm hand on Hiruzen's shoulder.

Ignoring Hiruzen's muttered protests, he vanished with him in a flicker of shunshin.

Gin returned to his desk, finalizing blueprints for the new residential zones and preparing for tomorrow's leadership summit.

Minutes later, Sakumo returned.

"Hokage-sama, Sarutobi Hiruzen has been delivered to the cleaning department. He's begun street sweeping."

"Excellent," Gin replied, eyes sharp. "Now, focus on reorganizing the ANBU. Expand recruitment, refine mission roles, establish a hierarchy. This unit must become Konoha's elite. It will require your full effort."

"You have great experience," Gin added. "You were a trusted ANBU commander. You have the strength, respect, and vision. I know you won't let me down."

"I… I won't! Thank you for your trust, Hokage-sama!" Sakumo bowed deeply.

He had fully expected Gin to give the position to an Uchiha, considering their recent favor. The previous Hokage had only ever appointed loyalists or Sarutobi clansmen. This was different.

"I believe in merit," Gin replied, smiling slightly. "By the way—don't forget our agreement about exchanging sword techniques. Let's do that today."

He'd put it off long enough. He needed to learn Sakumo's Kenjutsu so he could pass it on to Kakashi. Gin himself needed to polish his own style for training with his master, Koshiro.

"Ah?" Sakumo's brows raised. Then he grinned. "Understood! Thank you, Hokage-sama!"

He didn't offer the technique as a gift. That wasn't his way. As a true swordsman, he honored fair exchange. And he'd long admired Gin's style.

"Good," Gin said, smiling wider. He instinctively checked Sakumo's affinity toward him—85 points.

That was promising.

"Oh," Gin added. "There's something else I need to discuss with you tomorrow. Something important… about your future. Be ready."

"As you command." Sakumo gave a final bow and left.

As Gin returned to his work, the office door slammed open.

Tsunade strolled in, arms crossed.

"Well, well," she teased. "Look at our little Gin, already acting like a full-grown Hokage."

Gin didn't even look up.

"Sister Tsunade," he muttered, exhausted. "Enough sarcasm. Hokage's just a glorified village manager—by pirate world standards, anyway. And can you please stop kicking open the door? One more hit and it's firewood. I'm starting to understand why the Third always had headaches around you."

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To be continued......