"Crazy... Crazy! Everyone is crazy!!"
"Danzo! Koharu! Homura!"
"Stop it, stop it now!"
The Hokage's composure had shattered. His mind teetered on the edge of collapse.
The only possible salvation was for the four of them to kneel together and beg for forgiveness. But after Danzo had done just that, it was over. There was no turning back. The flames had already consumed everything.
Naruto's expression turned cold. "I planned to take my time with you, but it seems..."
"If I don't show real power, you won't face judgment willingly."
"Let me do it, Naruto... I can't hold back any longer." Minato, the Fourth Hokage, intervened before Naruto could act.
He took a deep breath. "So this is your trump card? Heh, all of it absorbed from the major ninja clans, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Minato vanished.
When he reappeared, a Root ninja with a stolen Byakugan had already been decapitated. The severed head rolled at Hinata Hiashi's feet.
Hiashi recoiled in horror as he recognized the pale, lifeless eyes staring up at him.
"So... So that's it!"
"No wonder our children kept disappearing after Hiashi died protecting me."
"No wonder you, an old man, have been suppressing the truth… And I suppose the great Hokage knew all along, didn't he?"
But Minato did not stop.
He flashed across Konoha, pulling Root operatives from the shadows, exposing the filth hidden beneath the village's surface.
With every new revelation, the expressions of the clan leaders darkened.
A vast collection of Sharingan eyes was uncovered within Root's base. Stolen techniques and secret scrolls were unearthed in the Sarutobi clan's holdings.
Even the Hokage's own eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!" he muttered.
"I have never been greedy..."
"Not greedy?!" Nara Shikaku's voice trembled with rage, his usually composed demeanor breaking. "And my clan's scrolls—are they not among this hoard?!"
"You still dare to deny it?!"
"The rot starts at the top! Without your example, how would your subordinates dare act with such impunity?!"
Little did they know that the true extent of their stolen wealth had already been siphoned away by Kurama.
Danzo, Utatane Koharu, and Mitokado Homura stood pale-faced, their last vestiges of confidence crumbling as Minato dismantled their defenses at a terrifying pace.
Meanwhile, Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama watched, their faces growing darker with each severed head thrown before them.
Hashirama hadn't even realized he had entered Sage Mode.
Tobirama clenched his fists, fighting the urge to act. Again and again, he suppressed the impulse to strike down the four traitors. But the evidence was undeniable.
Seeing it firsthand, he finally understood.
He regretted everything.
And then Tsunade spoke.
Tears streaked her face as she laid out, in excruciating detail, how Konoha's leadership had framed her, how they had manipulated her life.
Tobirama needed no more than a few details—he could deduce the rest. The village had fallen far beyond his worst fears.
Hashirama collapsed onto the ground, unable to stand. If he didn't sit, he feared his rage would summon his Wood Release Great Buddha and raze the village to the ground.
The Konoha he and Madara had built... had turned into this?
Disappointment didn't even begin to describe his emotions.
Tobirama continued to probe Tsunade for details, his mind piecing together an even more horrific reality.
The extent of Danzo's crimes was unfathomable.
Orochimaru, for once, had no inclination to laugh. Instead, he detailed the depths of Konoha's betrayal of the Sand Village.
Now, it was clear why Sunagakure had agreed to the invasion during the Chunin Exams. Even if Orochimaru hadn't assassinated the Fourth Kazekage, the Sand would have sought revenge.
After years of being treated as disposable, of losing mission contracts to Konoha, of watching their economy crumble while their so-called allies thrived—this had been inevitable.
"Monkey!!!"
Tobirama's rage erupted upon hearing of the fate of Konoha's White Fang.
Such talent—wasted!
A mind like his—snuffed out due to petty politics!
Jiraiya stood to the side, silent, his heart heavy as he watched Minato slice through Root agents with cold efficiency.
His eyes shut in pain.
Suddenly, Minato appeared before him, blood dripping from his blade.
"I almost killed you just now, Jiraiya-sensei. Sorry."
A single drop of blood fell onto Jiraiya's face.
And then Minato was gone, vanishing with the Flying Thunder God technique.
Naruto raised his hand.
The Great Buddha advanced.
Thousands of wooden hands reached behind it, each gripping a ninja from one of the four clans responsible for Konoha's corruption.
They dangled, barely alive.
Koharu and Homura turned ghostly pale.
They had no idea this was Naruto's True Thousand Hands technique—they thought it was Hashirama's legendary jutsu.
The God of Shinobi himself.
The mere thought paralyzed them with fear.
As they tried to flee, their bodies froze in place, bound by an unseen force.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Nara Shikaku's voice trembled with suppressed fury.
His intellect told him to remain calm. But his heart demanded justice.
Koharu and Homura could do nothing but stand there, helpless, as judgment closed in.
"Damn it!"
"Nara Shikaku, you still acknowledge us as the Hokage's advisors?"
That condescending tone stunned everyone present.
Even now, they still didn't understand their situation?
The clan leaders laughed, but as they laughed, tears welled up in their eyes.
Without Naruto, they would have never realized that the darkness they had seen was merely the tip of the iceberg.
When Sasuke laid eyes on the massive collection of stolen Sharingan, his body trembled. Tears mixed with blood streamed from his eyes.
Inside the Tsukuyomi world Naruto had created for him, Sasuke relived the night of the Uchiha massacre—not the version where his "dutiful" older brother merely stood by, but the raw, unfiltered horror of a bloody slaughter.
He saw every single Uchiha who perished that night, the ones slain by Itachi, the ones who desperately cried out for help. Some cursed their kin as traitors; others pleaded for mercy.
Naruto patted Sasuke on the shoulder and then turned to the two kunoichi who had activated their Sharingan.
"Keep an eye on him."
After that, Naruto approached the group of shinobi and villagers who were now covered in rotten eggs and dried blood.
"Feeling satisfied? Comfortable?" he asked with an unsettling calmness. "Good. Keep watching. There's more."
Do they regret it now?
Maybe. Maybe not. Naruto didn't care. He shoved the bloody truth into their minds.
Eventually, someone among them would break. Then another. And another.
After all, fear spreads like an infection. If one person succumbs, two more will follow.
Naruto's Eternal Mangekyō spun.
The crowd below was pulled into the Tsukuyomi world.
Watching from the side, Kushina and the others also found themselves drawn into the illusion. They gazed up at Naruto's Mangekyō, bearing witness to the relentless cycle of retribution.
In the world of Tsukuyomi, the torment continued.
"Want to die?" Naruto whispered.
A nervous chuckle. "He's a clever one."
"But... did you ask if Kurama agreed?"
The Kyuubi materialized beside Kushina, towering over her.
"Kushina, if any of these people even think about suicide, the chakra seeds I implanted in their bodies will activate," Kurama said. "And if they try, they'll experience unbearable suffering."
"Well done!" Kushina praised, but then hesitated before adding, "But... stay away from Naruto from now on."
Kurama snorted. "I live inside Naruto's body. And besides, I gave my chakra to him long before you were revived. So why should I stay away from him?"
Kushina clenched her fist, but after a moment, she exhaled and lowered her hand.
"Forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Even though she was trying to make amends, Kushina could tell that in Naruto's eyes, Kurama and Tenten held a special place beyond anyone else.
Now, it was the turn of the younger generation...
"Thank you, Kurama~" Tenten said sweetly.
Kurama eyed her warily.
"I'm warning you, I already lost a lot today. I have no money!"
...
As Naruto released the Tsukuyomi, he turned to face Danzo Shimura, whose face was clouded with fury and frustration.
"Danzo," Naruto said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Isn't your so-called 'rogue ninja' standing right here?"
"Go ahead. Use whatever tricks you have left."
Meanwhile, the Hokage lay on the ground, sobbing in utter despair.
Don't worry about it for now. The physical and mental torture and stimulation are too great. It wouldn't be fun if the Hokage went completely mad.
It would be interesting to see Naruto become the only 'light' in his eyes and heart, the sole outlet for his emotions as he teeters on the edge of collapse, right?
For Naruto, killing the most powerful Hokage would be as simple as waving his hand.
But that would be too easy for this old man.
Danzo is different. As Konoha's Dark Shadow, his mental endurance is far stronger—he can be tortured indefinitely.
Even if he dies multiple times and is resurrected through the Impure World Reincarnation, his spirit won't break.
Because he always believes he still has a chance to turn things around.
Naruto turned back to the villagers and shinobi below, their faces ashen after emerging from the Tsukuyomi world.
Then, he twisted the knife deeper:
"By the way, Aunt Snake, could you tell us more about Danzo?"
"Oh?" Orochimaru's lips curled. "Shall I start with the human experiments? Those are always fun."
He chuckled, then glanced at Hashirama and Tobirama. "Don't be too angry, First and Second Hokage. Many of the experiments Naruto wants me to discuss are directly tied to your Senju clan."
Senju Tobirama's heart skipped a beat.
"The Nidaime never summoned the Shodaime after his passing," Orochimaru continued. "In that regard, the Second Hokage truly respected the dead."
"But these four? They had no such restraint. They dug up the First Hokage's body for experimentation."
"And they didn't stop there. They hunted down and slaughtered all the direct descendants of the Senju clan—your lineage, Nidaime-sama—and tore out their organs for research."
"I was quite shocked when Danzo asked me to take over."
"Hehe... but I believe the First and Second Hokage can already piece together the rest."
Orochimaru refrained from licking his lips this time. Even he had to be careful here.
"They desecrated Big Brother's body... Even if he had volunteered, this is unforgivable!" Senju Tobirama's head hung low, his shoulders trembling.
Hashirama placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "That's enough, Tobirama."
Tobirama clenched his fists. "What enrages me the most isn't just this... It's that they sent academy children to the battlefield like disposable pawns!"
Orochimaru shook his head with a smirk before turning his gaze to the villagers and shinobi below, who now looked like soulless husks.
"Why don't you ask your Hokage-sama to save you?"
He chuckled.
"Oh, by the way, many of Danzo's experiments were performed on the children of obedient citizens—people like you."
"Tsk tsk tsk, though Danzo carried out these atrocities, your esteemed Hokage knew about them all."
"In fact, he even used some of the data himself."
"Didn't you all accuse me of experimenting on children from the village?"
"Guess who supplied them to me?"
"Go on, take another guess. Do you really think no one else knew?"
No one spoke.
Because at this point, who could still doubt the truth?