Naruto: After Seclusion Becoming Naruto Grandfather

After hearing the explanation, the Yamanaka clan member transmitting the information fell silent for a long time. Finally, in a tone of disbelief, he said to the minds of the Konoha ANBU operatives:

"They had to agree, because anyone who didn't was killed by Uzumaki Chito."

He continued, his mental voice tinged with unease, "And those who chose to support were rewarded handsomely by Uzumaki Chito."

"Now, all the remaining ministers in the Land of Fire are supporters of the new Daimyo."

"That's why the Third Hokage and Nara Shikaku are so desperate for you to return with the Daimyo."

The Konoha ANBU were stunned.

They hadn't expected such a ruthless and decisive outcome.

"Killing everyone who disagrees... it's so cold and calculated," one of them murmured to himself. "But those were nobles!"

The concept of nobles had always held an almost divine status in the minds of the ANBU. Though these aristocrats lacked strength, their titles and wealth gave them an untouchable aura.

In their eyes, nobles seemed born to possess everything, with even the Hokage requiring their approval to take office.

But Uzumaki Chito had ripped away that façade with ruthless efficiency, exposing the ugliness beneath.

The ANBU glanced at the unconscious Daimyo of the Land of Fire lying on a clean bed in the cave. Despite being taken prisoner, they had treated him with utmost care, providing clean accommodations and tending to his needs out of respect.

Now, seeing the reality, one of the ANBU couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

"So this is the Daimyo..." he muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Without another word, the team lifted the unconscious Daimyo and set off at a breakneck pace toward Konoha.

After pushing themselves to their physical limits, the ANBU finally arrived in Konoha. Handing the Daimyo over to the Hokage Guard, they vanished into the shadows of the Hokage Building.

The Land of Fire Daimyo, still groggy from the effects of ninjutsu and exhaustion, had been unconscious for an entire day. Lying in a clean bed, he coughed incessantly, having caught a cold from the rough transport.

After a particularly harsh coughing fit, he opened his eyes groggily, his gaze settling on the unfamiliar ceiling. Blinking in confusion, he looked around and mumbled, "Where am I?"

His wandering eyes soon landed on three figures: Jiraiya, Nara Shikaku, and the spirit form of the Third Hokage.

"Hokage?" the Daimyo exclaimed, his confusion giving way to a semblance of composure.

Emboldened by their presence, he straightened himself as much as his bloated frame allowed and barked imperiously, "How dare you treat me like this! Do you know who I am?"

"And this is Konoha! Why haven't you sent me back to the capital yet?"

Jiraiya, known for his patience, felt his restraint slipping. Years of enduring Tsunade's devastating punches had honed his tolerance, but the Daimyo's arrogant words pushed him to the brink.

If not for Nara Shikaku's calming presence and the Third Hokage's subtle cues, Jiraiya might have let his anger boil over.

Even so, he couldn't resist a biting remark, his tone dripping with sarcasm:

"Heh, forgive us, Daimyo, but Konoha doesn't have the luxuries you're used to."

"As for why you haven't been sent back to the capital..." Jiraiya smirked, his eyes narrowing. "It's because the Land of Fire already has a new Daimyo."

The Daimyo's eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched across his face. "A new Daimyo?"

"That's impossible!" he sputtered. "Who could possibly replace me?"

He straightened further, his voice rising in indignation. "I killed all my brothers to secure this position! There's no one left in the Land of Fire who can take my place!"

His revelation sent a wave of shock through the room.

Even Jiraiya, a seasoned warrior who had witnessed countless atrocities, felt a chill run down his spine. He had always assumed the stories of the Daimyo family's trageduies were just that—stories. But now, hearing the truth from the Daimyo himself was horrifying.

He killed his own brothers...

The sheer ruthlessness of the act left Jiraiya momentarily speechless. Despite his experience on blood-soaked battlefields, the callousness of fratricide struck a nerve.

For a brief moment, fear flickered in Jiraiya's eyes—fear not of the Daimyo's power, but of the depths of his cruelty.

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