Naruto: After Seclusion Becoming Naruto Grandfather

"If she finds out about Hikaru, she'll definitely be thrilled!" Naruto exclaimed, his happiness for Tsunade shining brightly.

Uzumaki Chito observed Naruto's uncontainable excitement and nodded with satisfaction.

Having lived for so long and achieved unparalleled strength, Chito no longer cared about many things. Yet, he cherished certain qualities deeply—like sincerity.

Naruto, who always considered the well-being of those around him, naturally earned Chito's favor. Such an open heart was a rare treasure in a world often mired in intrigue.

Smiling, Chito replied, "I've already passed the news along to Tsunade. She should be here by tomorrow."

Then, his tone grew more serious. "Before she arrives, you need to handle the affairs of the Land of Fire and its capital. It wouldn't do for Tsunade to arrive and find everything in chaos."

Naruto nodded earnestly, his determination evident. But soon, his expression turned into one of distress.

"Grandpa, I don't want all these problems to trouble Tsunade-baa-chan," Naruto said hesitantly. "But I honestly don't know where to start! You told me to round up the ministers earlier, but you never explained what to do after that!"

Chito sighed heavily, shaking his head. "Really, Naruto? The clues were right in front of you, and you still didn't get it?"

Seeing Naruto's sheepish grin, Chito waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it. Subtlety and strategy aren't your strong points anyway. I'll take care of this myself."

With that, Chito stepped forward, exuding an overwhelming presence. A wave of incredible pressure swept through the room, causing the gathered ministers to tremble uncontrollably.

The weaker ones fell to their knees, their legs giving out beneath them. A few even released yellow puddles onto the floor, their fear palpable.

Chito's gaze turned colder as he surveyed their cowardice. After a long pause, his voice rang out, calm but commanding:

"I am Uzumaki Chito, and this is my great-grandson, Naruto Uzumaki."

His eyes swept over the room, piercing each individual as he continued, "Naruto has come to the capital of the Land of Fire to secure recognition for Shin-Konoha's legitimacy. However, before his arrival, Konoha ninjas disguised themselves as him and kidnapped the Daimyo, attempting to undermine our cause."

Chito's voice grew sharper, each word carrying the weight of undeniable authority. "To ensure the stability of this nation, I have decided that the Daimyo's son, Hikaru, will take his place as the new Daimyo."

His gaze hardened, and he delivered his final statement with icy clarity:

"Now, I ask—who here is for this decision, and who is against it?"

Though his tone was measured, it carried an undeniable menace. Every syllable reverberated through the hall, leaving no room for ambiguity.

The ministers exchanged uncertain glances, their faces pale and drawn. Many seemed too shocked to respond.

Finally, an elderly man with a white beard struggled to his feet, his body trembling with rage. His voice, though quivering, was filled with indignation as he pointed at Chito and bellowed:

"Against! I am against it! You're just a lowly ninja—how dare you presume to dictate the affairs of the Land of Fire!"

The phrase lowly ninja caused Naruto's face to darken. His blue eyes locked onto the old man with an intensity that made the air seem colder.

It wasn't just a glare—it was a predatory gaze infused with the fierce aura of the Nine-Tails within him.

The old man suddenly gasped, his body freezing in place. In his mind, vivid and horrifying visions unfolded: endless rivers of blood, piles of corpses, and a suffocating sea of death. It was as though he had been submerged in a pool of blood, its sticky warmth clinging to every inch of his skin.

Overwhelmed by the terror, the old man collapsed, unconscious, onto the floor.

But his fall only emboldened others. A group of younger ministers, shaking with fury, began shouting insults at Naruto.

"You monsters think you can intimidate us?" one spat.

"You're nothing but brutes! We are noble ministers—our dignity cannot be crushed by mere ninjas!" another added, his voice trembling but defiant.

Naruto clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. These ministers, bloated with self-importance and unable to walk without wheezing, dared to insult him repeatedly. Yet, he hesitated.

Should I fight them? he wondered. But they're just ordinary people. Is it right to use my strength against them?

Lost in indecision, Naruto turned to Chito for guidance, his expression pleading for help.

Before Chito could respond, Hikaru, who had been quietly observing from his arms, leapt down and stood before the ministers.

"Brother Naruto is kind and strong!" Hikaru said boldly, his young voice cutting through the tension. "He would never—"

But Hikaru's defense was interrupted by angry shouts from the ministers.

"Shut up, you mongrel!" one hissed.

"You're nothing but the product of lowly blood!" another sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

"Why the Daimyo spared you, I'll never understand. You don't deserve to live, let alone claim a position of power!"

Fueled by their own hatred, one of the ministers—a stout, red-faced man—grabbed a decorative jade plate. With a savage snarl, he hurled it at Hikaru's head.

"You'll pay for your insolence, you little bastard!" he shouted.

The plate flew through the air with deadly intent.

Chito's eyes narrowed, his voice low and cold: "Looking for death."

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