Naruto: Thrown Into the Leaf

Konoha – Hokage Tower. Late at night.

The room smelled of ink and smoke. The Hokage's office was quiet.

Hiruzen sat behind his desk, reading and some documents.

The door opened.

Danzo entered like a shadow that had taken form — calm, steady, and unreadable. His cane clicked once on the wooden floor before he stopped in front of Hiruzen.

"You've overstepped," he said flatly.

Hiruzen didn't look up. "And you've sent Root to spy on one."

Danzo's single visible eye narrowed.

"Root doesn't ask for your permission. It acts in the interest of the village."

"Root exists because of my permission," Hiruzen replied, voice now low. "Don't forget that."

"Your pet Uchiha boy — Itachi — murdered two of my operatives without any warning."

"They disobeyed an order." hiruzen said

Danzo didn't flinch. "They obeyed me."

Hiruzen stood now — slowly. His aged form cast a longer shadow in the lantern light than his frail frame should have allowed.

"I gave an order to remove surveillance on the boy. You knew that. And yet… your agents remained. That is not obedience. That is treason."

Danzo tapped his cane once.

"He is dangerous. You know he is. You feel it, don't you? That strength. That strange origin. He does not belong—"

"He belongs because I said so," Hiruzen snapped.

The room fell into silence again. Not loud anger — just the cold sting of finality.

Danzo tilted his head. "You grow sentimental, old friend."

"I grow tired of burying the children you keep breaking."

Another pause.

"I assigned Itachi to protect Otis," Hiruzen said quietly. "And I meant every word I told him. If Root interferes again… there will be more than two bodies."

Danzo's hand tightened around his cane.

"You would pit Uchiha against the elders?"

"You've already done that," Hiruzen replied, voice heavy. "I'm just trying to keep them from finishing what you started."

"You risk everything for one boy?"

"Not for him alone," Hiruzen said, lowering himself back into his chair, his mind already drifting to Naruto... and others.

Danzo stepped closer, his tone like cold steel.

"Then you accept what happens next?"

"Only if you do," Hiruzen said, meeting his gaze with a tired, unshaken resolve.

"You will regret this, Hiruzen."

"I'm the Hokage, Danzo."

Danzo turned silently and walked out, his cane echoing louder than before.

Behind him, Hiruzen exhaled slowly… and finally picked up his pipe.

"Forgive me," he murmured to the night. "But I will not fail another mother's wish."

***

That same night 

Hiruzen groaned in his sleep — like he was in pain of something he shouldn't have seen.

Hiruzen's Dream – Somewhere between memory

The village was quiet.

Too quiet.

Hiruzen walked alone, cane in one hand, the wind whispering in his ears. But there was no breeze. No children laughing. No scent ramen or yakiniku

Just the soft crunch of ashes.

He paused. 

The Hokage Monument loomed in the distance — cracked. Faces worn down. His own face — faded to near unrecognizable.

"This isn't real," he muttered.

A child's laugh echoed far away — then cut off.

He turned sharply. The street was empty again.

"I did what was necessary," he said to the air, voice low.

A door creaked open to his left.

A tiny hand reached out — from the crack in the wood. A child's sob echoed.

"I… I saved who I could." he whispered.

The hand disappeared.

He kept walking.

A small alley came into view. Familiar figures were standing still.

Sakumo Hatake. Uzumaki Kushina. Minato Namikaze. Kagami Uchiha. And so many others — those he could not save, and many ninja villages that are destroyed like Uzushiogakure. 

And finally, he saw his sensei — Tobirama Senju.

He ran forward. "Sensei! It wasn't my fault — I wasn't strong enough!"

"Sensei!"

"Sensei…"

But no one answered. Everyone turned away from him.

"I will save them this time... Otis, Naruto, the Uchiha…"

"Forgive me… for the Senju clan…"

Then… they all disappeared.

He turned around and saw

Smeared on the walls: the Uchiha crest.

He turned his eyes away.

"They left me no choice," he muttered.

But no one asked.

From the corner, a woman's voice, soft but shaking:

"So this was the price?"

He turned.

No one there.

Just blood-soaked sandals.

He looked down.

A tiny black handprint was pressed against the front of his robes — the size of an infant's. It was still fresh black ink dripping from it

Drip.

Drip…

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He stumbled back, breath shallow.

"I'm doing the right thing," he told himself. "I'm protecting them."

The wind blew again.

But this time, it whispered:

"Too late…"

He looked up.

The sky was red.

Burning red.

Ash began to fall.

A small figure stood at the end of the road.

Otis. Naruto. Minato. Biwako. Kushina. Sakumo. And others.

All with their backs turned.

Hiruzen called out — voice breaking.

"I'm doing it right this time!" he cried, again and again.

They didn't turn.

The ash swallowed the path between them.

Hiruzen gasped awake—but not from the nightmare.

His pipe had fallen over. Ash scattered across the desk.

His heartbeat thundered. His old hands trembled.

And in that cold silence, he whispered:

"Just… Let me save them."

He stared at the candle.

"Before Danzo buries them, too."

Then the walls of his office cracked.

The wood split. The ceiling collapsed inward — and the nightmare continued.

Each step Hiruzen took now left no trace.

The village ahead was gone. All that remained was the red sky — and the sound of wet footsteps echoing behind him.

He turned.

Nothing.

He turned again—

There.

A single baby's handprint pressed into the stone path behind him. Still moving.

"Otis?" Hiruzen called out, voice shaky.

He took a step back.

Another handprint appeared. Then another. And another.

Tiny. Black. Glowing faintly red around the edges.

Crawling toward him.

Dozens.

Hundreds. 

All of them are the deaths because of his choices, because of him

He tried to walk. Fast. 

Then faster.

The handprints followed — gaining speed, multiplying like shadows in firelight. They covered walls, climbed lamp posts, smeared across windows.

And then — a sound.

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