"Sarutobi Hiruzen, Konoha is under my protection now. I won't allow another tragedy like Danzo's persecution of our own people. What Konoha needs is stability, peace, and order."
"Understood. I'll keep that in mind."
Naruto's cold words cut through the air as he addressed Hiruzen directly.
To everyone present, it felt like the Hokage himself had been reduced to a subordinate taking orders.
Strangely, no one found it odd.
"I understand…" Hiruzen replied quietly, lowering his head.
He knew it clearly—his prestige in Konoha had collapsed beyond recovery.
Maybe, to the villagers, he still appeared as the kind and wise Third Hokage.
But to the shinobi… he had lost too much respect.
Among the gathered ninja, there were not only civilians but also members of powerful clans.
Once they spread the word, disappointment toward Hiruzen would spread through the major families of Konoha.
Without their support, his title of Hokage would become little more than a hollow name.
A puppet on the throne.
"And as for you…"
Naruto's voice echoed again as his figure blurred.
In an instant, he appeared before the masked man—Madara's supposed successor—and threw a punch.
The masked man, who had been watching amusedly, froze in surprise.
He hadn't expected Naruto to suddenly target him.
"It's useless… You can't touch me."
Though momentarily startled, the masked man tried to act calm, even mocking.
But the next moment, his face twisted in shock.
The distorted space around him began to compress, as if something was crushing his dimension into reality.
An overwhelming force broke through the void itself—
and hit him.
Blood sprayed from his mouth as a swirling vortex appeared behind him, sucking him in uncontrollably.
"You cowardly worm," Naruto's voice thundered. "Show your face in Konoha again, and I'll end you myself!"
The masked man's body was hurled back into his dimensional space.
Naruto's voice followed him there—echoing with such power that even the empty void seemed to tremble.
The man lay on the ground, gasping for air, blood spilling from his lips.
His mask shattered, pieces falling like broken glass, revealing a scarred, battered face.
"Damn it… I almost died."
"Who was that guy? How could Konoha have someone like him? If that's the case, there's no way to capture the Nine Tails. Do we need to abandon the plan?"
The scar-faced man groaned, barely able to move.
The fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
In that moment, he truly believed he had been close to death.
Even with Kamui's intangibility, Naruto's punch somehow tore through space itself.
The blow had been weakened after piercing the void—yet it still crushed him.
If that attack had landed directly, even his regenerative abilities wouldn't have saved him.
He'd be dead. Completely dead.
"This village… I can't go back there again."
For the first time, true fear settled deep in his mind.
The once-invincible Kamui felt useless now.
He, who once moved through the world untouchable, had met someone whose power completely defied his reality.
Naruto had become his natural enemy.
Just the thought of facing him again made his blood run cold.
"The Red Sun Society… Kira. That's his name."
"We need to find him and destroy him. If he lives, our entire plan will fall apart. He must be eliminated."
Meanwhile, in Red Sun Town, the Uchiha clan members were stunned by what they had just witnessed.
Danzo branded as a traitor.
The Third Hokage humiliated into obedience.
The supposed Uchiha massacre reduced to illusion.
It all felt surreal—like something out of a storybook.
Even the radicals among the Uchiha couldn't help but feel a pang of pity seeing Hiruzen bow his head.
But alongside that pity came an undeniable sense of satisfaction.
When Naruto stepped forward and unleashed his power—turning the illusionary Uchiha grounds to dust—
every eye widened in disbelief.
The sight was horrifyingly divine.
And when they looked back to see their compound still intact, they exhaled in relief.
Then came the moment the masked man was struck down—vomiting blood, beaten senseless, and fleeing in terror.
The room fell silent.
That same man had once humiliated the Uchiha police force with ease.
Now, he couldn't withstand a single punch from Naruto.
The gap in power was undeniable.
"Are we… really that weak?" one Uchiha murmured, lowering his head.
Many others remained silent, the weight of reality crushing their pride.
"Shisui," Fugaku finally asked, "who is that man?"
Shisui smiled slightly, pride in his voice.
"He's our Red Sun Society leader—Kira. The strongest man I've ever met."
Over the years, Shisui had come to understand Naruto's resolve.
It wasn't just words or speeches—it was conviction in action.
He truly believed Naruto's ideals could reshape the world.
That one day, the principles of the Red Sun Society would spread across every village…
and the long-awaited peace of the shinobi world would finally be realized.
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