The Hokage's office was a storm of chaos, the air thick with the coppery tang of blood and the weight of shattered trust. Splintered wood from Tsunade's desk littered the floor, the morning sun casting harsh light through the shattered window, glinting off the blood pooling beneath Danzo. His left eye blazed with fury, a lone flame in a face ravaged by pain, his right socket a gaping, bloody void where Shisui's eye had been. His severed right arm, still oozing, lay in Naruto's grip, its bandages torn to reveal the sickly pale skin of Hashirama's cells and the glinting metal seals binding stolen Sharingan.
Tsunade's head pounded, her amber eyes wide with disbelief. What the hell, Naruto? She stared at the boy she'd watched grow from a loudmouth brat to a hero, now standing on a rooftop beyond the broken window, clutching Danzo's eye and arm like trophies. He'd promised secrets about the Fourth Hokage, lured Danzo here with Homura and Koharu as witnesses, then struck with a ruthlessness she couldn't fathom. This is treason, she thought, her fists trembling. How could you, Naruto? The kid who dreamed of being Hokage, defying Konoha in front of its elders?
Jiraiya's heart sank, his good hand clenched, his sage senses still tingling from Naruto's burst of Sage Mode chakra. The orange eye shadow had faded, but the boy's actions screamed of a plan forged in a future Jiraiya didn't know. He's not the kid I trained, he thought, dread coiling in his gut. Kakashi, his Lightning Blade extinguished, stood protectively beside Danzo, his Sharingan spinning with shock. Even he, the stoic Copy Ninja, couldn't process Naruto's betrayal.
Danzo's ragged breaths filled the silence, his remaining eye locked on Naruto, not with anger but with fear—a fear that shook the room. No one touches me in Konoha, he'd thought, striding into the office without guards, confident in Shisui's Kotoamatsukami and his sealed Sharingan. He'd underestimated Naruto, dismissed him as a reckless Jinchuriki. How? he seethed, blood dripping down his cheek. He'd taken Shisui's eye in secret, with Root's backing, in a secluded ambush. Naruto had done it in the Hokage's office, in front of everyone, with a single, devastating strike.
Naruto stood on the rooftop, the village sprawling below, its morning bustle oblivious to the storm he'd unleashed. The stolen eye rested in a culture bottle, its Mangekyo pattern glinting faintly, preserved in the liquid Shizune had unwittingly provided weeks ago. Tch, thought it was for a frog tadpole, Naruto mused, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. His right hand, stained red, clutched Danzo's arm, its grotesque seals exposed. He met Danzo's gaze, his sage-orange eyes cold. "Danzo-sama, how's it feel? When you stole Uchiha Shisui's eye, did you ever think you'd face this day?"
The words hit like a kunai, freezing the Anbu circling him, their masks glinting in the sunlight. Kakashi's head snapped up, his Sharingan narrowing. "Naruto, you're saying that eye is Shisui's?" His voice was low, edged with disbelief, memories of his lost friend stirring.
Naruto nodded, his grin sharp. "Yup. Why else would I go through all this trouble?" He held up the culture bottle, the eye floating within, a silent accusation. "Shisune helped me prep this—thought I was growing a summon. Guess I forgot to mention it was for this." His tone was light, but his eyes burned with purpose, forged in a future where Danzo's schemes had nearly destroyed Konoha.
Shizune's eyes widened, her clipboard trembling. That request… weeks ago… She'd mixed the culture medium, believing Naruto's tale of cultivating a summoning beast. Now, the truth twisted her gut—Naruto had planned this, down to the smallest detail.
Danzo's voice was a guttural snarl, his hand clutching his bleeding socket. "That eye was given to me by Shisui! You dare slander me, brat?" He turned to Tsunade, his remaining eye blazing. "Tsunade, if you don't deal with him, Root will. He's a traitor!"
Naruto snorted, tucking the bottle into his jacket. "Don't worry, Danzo-sama. I'm not done." With a buzz, he vanished, reappearing behind Danzo in a flicker of Flying Thunder God, the mark he'd placed during the eye strike guiding him. "Your right arm's mine too."
Danzo spun, horror flashing across his face, but Naruto's kunai was faster, a cold gleam slicing through flesh and bone. Another buzz, and Naruto reappeared on the rooftop, Danzo's severed arm in his grip, blood dripping onto the tiles. The elder staggered, his left hand clutching the stump, his face a mask of pain and terror.
Kakashi lunged to Danzo's side, his Sharingan wide. Flying Thunder God… Minato-sensei's technique, he thought, stunned. Naruto's precision, his speed—it was the Fourth Hokage's signature, executed with a chilling mastery that echoed a life Kakashi didn't know.
Tsunade's voice thundered, shaking the rooftop. "Naruto! Explain yourself!" Her fists clenched, her chakra flaring, splintering the ground beneath her. Homura and Koharu huddled in the office, their faces pale, retreating from the chaos. "Tsunade, what is this?!" Homura stammered, his voice trembling. "Did you order this?!"
Naruto ripped the bandages from Danzo's arm, revealing its grotesque truth: pale, unnatural skin from Hashirama's cells, studded with sealed Sharingan, their red glow dimmed by metal strips. "Take a look, Granny," he said, his voice cutting through the wind. "Danzo's been collecting trophies. Hashirama's cells, Uchiha Sharingan—bet it's tough keeping all that power caged, huh, Danzo-sama?"
Tsunade's eyes narrowed, her grandfather's legacy twisted in Danzo's flesh. "Hashirama's cells," she muttered, her voice low with disgust. "And those seals… what are you hiding, Danzo?"
Jiraiya's gaze locked on the arm, his sage senses prickling at the chakra suppressed within. Sharingan, sealed like that? His heart sank further, Nagato's fall echoing in his mind. Naruto, are you going astray too?
Danzo staggered, blood loss sapping his strength, his voice a trembling rasp. "You… who are you?" Fear replaced his rage, Naruto's impossible knowledge—Shisui's eye, the Uchiha massacre, the arm's secrets—shaking his core. This isn't the brat I know.
Naruto's expression hardened, his voice steady. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto, same as always. But you, Danzo? Your hands are soaked in Uchiha blood." He tossed the arm to the ground, its seals clattering. "These Sharingan, Shisui's eye—you stole them to control Konoha. I'm just leveling the field."
Jiraiya stepped forward, his voice raw with urgency. "Naruto, do you know what you're doing? This… this is defection!" His heart ached, the son of prophecy teetering on a path he couldn't follow.
Naruto took a deep breath, his gaze meeting Jiraiya's, unwavering. "I know, Sensei. But I had to. Shisui's eye, those Sharingan—they're weapons Danzo would've used to tear Konoha apart. I'm not doing this for hate." He glanced at Danzo, his voice softening. "His life's not mine to take. That's for Sasuke—to untie his knot."
Tsunade's fists unclenched slightly, her voice pleading. "Naruto, return the eye, the arm. We can still fix this."
Danzo snarled, shoving Shizune's healing hands away. "No! He dies for this!" Blood dripped down his face, his rage a dying ember against his weakening body.
Naruto shook his head, a wry smile breaking through. "Granny, you see? Danzo's not negotiating." He stepped back, chakra flaring for Flying Thunder God. "Sensei, I'm not defecting. Konoha's my home, always will be. But I need these—Shisui's eye, the Sharingan—to stop what's coming. You'll hear my name again soon."
Jiraiya's eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl. "Where are you going, Naruto?"
Naruto's grin was bittersweet, Hinata's face flashing in his mind, her warmth a distant anchor. "I've got plans, Sensei. Trust me." With a buzz, he vanished, leaving the rooftop empty, the stolen eye and arm with him.
Tsunade stared at the spot where he'd stood, her heart torn between fury and fear. Naruto, what are you doing? Danzo collapsed, Shizune rushing to stabilize him, while Kakashi scanned the horizon, his Sharingan dim with shock. The Anbu stood frozen, their Hokage's orders unclear. Homura and Koharu whispered in the office, their trust in Tsunade shaken. Jiraiya clenched his fist, Nagato's shadow looming. You're the child of prophecy, Naruto. Don't let this be your fall.
Naruto reappeared in a hidden grove outside Konoha, the culture bottle heavy in his pocket, Danzo's arm sealed in a scroll. Hinata, Sasuke, Konoha, he thought, his tears drying in the wind. I'll protect you all, no matter the cost. The path ahead was dark—Pain, the Akatsuki, a war only he remembered—but with Shisui's eye and Kurama's budding trust, he'd face it as Uzumaki Naruto, the Hokage he was destined to be.