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The sword had shattered when Naruto blocked it with just a single finger—obviously infused with chakra. Not only had he blocked the attack, but he had destroyed the weapon entirely. Minato wanted to argue, but what could he actually say?
Any protest would only make him look weak—especially if he tried to defend such a fragile weapon as strong or significant. He simply shook his head.
"Well, at least we have its remains. Maybe we can salvage something useful from it," he said.
Itachi simply nodded at that, while Jiraiya stood there like a fish out of water, gaping at Naruto in disbelief.
Then Itachi spoke again. "Not only that, Lord Hokage. On our way back, we were ambushed—by Kisame Hoshigaki and the Bounty Hunter Kakuzu."
The room went silent.
Minato narrowed his eyes. "Itachi, are you certain about this?"
Itachi nodded firmly and began detailing the battle—how Kisame and Kakuzu had ambushed them, and how the fight unfolded. Everyone listened carefully as he explained the tactics, the movements, and how Naruto had played a critical role in the outcome.
Kushina watched Naruto with awe in her eyes, and even Minato's expression shifted—his pride in Naruto was visible. Surprisingly, even Tsunade was quietly impressed with the boy's feats.
Jiraiya, however, could barely believe what he was hearing. Even he would have struggled fighting both Kisame and Kakuzu at once. Yet Naruto not only survived but had outmaneuvered them.
And then came the most shocking part.
Naruto had somehow discovered that Kakuzu had multiple hearts—more specifically, five chakra masks embedded within his body, each granting him a different elemental affinity and keeping him alive.
Minato mentally noted that he'd have to speak to the leader of the Torture and Interrogation Corps to figure out who exactly this "immortal" shinobi was.
Itachi concluded his report by explaining that the attackers were part of an organization that called themselves Akatsuki, and they had tried to recruit him.
Minato absorbed the information, then turned to Naruto. "Well, Naruto… mind telling us what technique you used? Itachi mentioned something new."
Naruto looked at his father. "I created it myself."
Minato's eyes widened slightly in surprise and admiration. He was about to ask more—like the technique's name—when silence settled over the room again.
Naruto looked around, slightly confused. "What?"
Minato smiled lightly. "I was going to ask… what's the name of that jutsu?"
Naruto blinked. "Oh… I didn't think of that at the time. I was just experimenting. Hopefully, I'll come up with a name for it in the future. Right now, it's just a beam of my chakra—more explosive than a normal Rasengan. It's raw power, enhanced with lightning chakra… maybe even more."
Minato nodded slowly, thinking it over. Given Naruto's chakra reserves, which even surpassed his own, it made sense. A jutsu of that scale—if honed—could very well become a beam of destruction.
"All right," Minato said. "We'll discuss this again another day. For now, I'll update the mission report. Considering the level of threat—two S-rank missing-nin targeting your team—I'm upgrading the mission to S-rank. You'll all be compensated accordingly."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Then Naruto stood. "Excuse me, Itachi-sensei. I have a few things to take care of."
Itachi nodded, and Naruto vanished in a flicker of movement.
Itachi watched where Naruto had been and thought, That was fast…
A moment later, he too disappeared.
Back inside the office, the remaining people began to discuss everything they had just heard. The revelations were weighty—and the implications for the village, even greater.
Meanwhile, in the far outskirts of the village, Naruto was training under 200 times gravity—and he didn't even seem to feel it.
His movements were sharp, relentless. Strike after strike exploded across the landscape. His eyes burned—not with fatigue, but frustration. Pure, unfiltered anger.
Thanks to a unique healing zone he had created around the area, no one in the village could sense his power or feel the damage he unleashed. It was sealed off, hidden from the world.
Yet Naruto could feel it all.
They were supposed to be stronger. They were supposed to be more. But they weren't. They were weak. A disappointment.
He stopped for a moment and extended his senses—his chakra stretching far beyond the Hidden Leaf, scanning the entire Fire Nation… even brushing against the outer edges of other lands.
Still nothing.
He looked down, his expression unreadable.
"This land… this entire land," he muttered, before slamming his fist into the ground.
The earth cracked violently beneath him.
"None of them have the power to challenge me," he muttered.
None of them had the strength to even entertain him. Their chakra, while refined and occasionally useful, was weak—laughably weak. Yes, he admitted, chakra had its place and versatility, but his energy—his ki—was on a completely different level.
They called themselves powerful shinobi, yet to him, they were nothing more than children playing with smoke.
He kept releasing his pent-up energy into the environment. Not because he had to… but because he was bored.
Utterly, endlessly bored.
There was no excitement. No thrill of battle. No worthy opponent to push him to his limits.
And that frustrated him deeply.
So he continued—unleashing wave after wave of power, each blast sharper than the last, contained only by the suppression seal he had etched into the area. The barrier kept the village safe, masking the titanic energies that could shake even the Five Great Nations if left unchecked.
Far away, in another realm—one far beyond the perceptions of most mortals—beings of an entirely different nature passed through a dimensional corridor. They had just finished absorbing one of the planet's rare chakra fruits when suddenly… they stopped.
One of them froze mid-step. "Did you feel that?"
The others paused.
For a fleeting moment—no more than a blink—they had sensed something. A power unlike anything they had ever felt. It wasn't chakra. It wasn't elemental.
It was… something else. Something deeper. Purer. Older.
It flickered through their senses like a ghost… and then vanished.
They couldn't trace it. Couldn't pin it down.
But in that one moment, they had feared it.
"We must inform the King," one of them said, eyes narrowed.
The others nodded in solemn agreement.
And without another word, they vanished from the dimension, heading back toward the domain of the Otsutsuki—the King of the Otsutsuki's race.