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Chapter 99 - Chapter 100: Naruto Instantly Annihilates the Roots! His Bloody Methods Terrify All!

Danzo Shimura stared in shock as Uzumaki Naruto suddenly erupted with earth-shattering power.

Even with his single eye, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

This demon fox brat…

He had actually concealed such a terrifying and overwhelming chakra within himself?

Whether it was through his perception, his naked eye, or the instinctive chill running down his spine—

Every sense in Danzo's body was screaming at him.

Uzumaki Naruto was terrifying.

Unbelievably so.

This crushing sense of pressure—

Danzo had only felt something similar once before…

From the First Hokage.

Not even the Second Hokage, his former superior, had ever instilled this level of dread in him.

But…

How?

How could the Nine-Tails' Jinchuriki possess such power?

Was it the Nine-Tails?

No… this wasn't the chakra of the Kyūbi.

That realization made Danzo even more afraid.

Because he understood something very clearly:

Uzumaki Naruto hadn't even drawn upon the Nine-Tails' power yet.

Forget about Naruto's current strength—

Even if he only used the Nine-Tails' chakra, it would've been enough to shake the entire Shinobi world.

And yet, what Danzo was seeing now…

It was something even more terrifying than the Nine-Tails.

A terrifying thought crept into his mind.

Has Naruto already mastered the Nine-Tails?

Because right now, to Danzo, Naruto suppressing the Kyūbi seemed as effortless as how the First Hokage once subdued Tailed Beasts.

In other words…

What Naruto just unleashed wasn't even his full strength.

Danzo's pupil trembled violently.

Standing nearby, the two Konoha Elders—Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane—were also watching.

They were dumbfounded.

To think that this child—

Had already grown into something that surpassed all of them.

"W-What should we do?" Homura stammered, trembling.

Koharu was speechless.

All the contingencies and political leverage they had planned…

Crushed in an instant by Naruto's overwhelming presence.

At that moment…

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, looked up at Naruto—floating in the sky.

Their eyes met.

Two gazes locked across the void—

Like a spark igniting a storm.

And in that instant—

Naruto saw the deep-rooted fear hiding in Hiruzen's eyes.

Hiruzen saw something else.

A ruthless, unwavering coldness within Naruto's.

And in that moment…

Hiruzen felt it.

That sinking feeling of guilt, dread, and helplessness all over again.

A bad premonition settled in his heart.

As everyone remained frozen in awe and fear—

The Root Anbu who had surrounded Naruto just a heartbeat ago—

Were suddenly blasted away.

Naruto's chakra swept out like a shockwave.

In a single instant, every Root operative was hurled back like rag dolls.

Some crashed into rooftops.

Others slammed into the walls of the Chūnin Exam arena.

A few landed directly into the terrified crowd.

These were no ordinary ninja.

They were elite jōnin—

The backbone of Danzo's personal shadow army.

And yet, they were obliterated without even being touched.

But only a moment later...

Despite the injuries they had sustained, the Root ninja forced themselves up, moving like broken puppets on strings.

They were Danzo's tools.

Stripped of identity. Stripped of will.

Brainwashed to obey.

As long as Danzo didn't rescind the order—

They would press forward, no matter the cost.

Even if it meant death.

And so…

Over fifty Root operatives struggled back to their feet beneath the crushing pressure of Naruto's chakra.

One after another, they launched themselves back toward him.

Naruto, still hovering silently in the sky, showed no hint of emotion.

Not fear.

Not pity.

Only calm.

He pulled his chakra inward—

Condensed it—

And raised his hand.

With a flick of his wrist—

A rapidly spinning, razor-sharp Rasenshuriken formed in his palm.

The deadly chakra sphere let out a high-pitched whine, like a sawblade tearing through steel.

Then—

As the Root forces surged upward once more—

Naruto's eyes remained cold.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his jutsu.

The Rasenshuriken flew from his hand—

Not thrown by arm strength, but guided, as if under Naruto's complete control.

It cut through the air with a shrill, slicing sound—

A comet of chakra streaking across the sky.

Everyone watching was stunned.

That tiny shuriken of compressed chakra—

Accelerated in an instant.

It moved with terrifying precision, tearing through the Chūnin Exam arena like a reaper.

And then—

It began to reap.

Moving like a phantom, the Rasenshuriken carved through the Root operatives with surgical lethality.

Throat after throat was sliced cleanly—

So fast…

So precise…

That not a single drop of blood spilled—

Not at first.

The rotation was too clean, too sharp.

The Root operatives—elite jōnin-level shinobi—

All froze mid-motion.

Locked in the stance of their final attack.

In that single moment—

Across more than fifty different spots…

From every direction…

Root agents from every angle—

All fell.

And for a heartbeat—

The Rasenshuriken continued to hum ominously, even after its work was done.

In the air, faint traces of Naruto's chakra lingered like the remnants of a net—

A spectral web that had culled every last Root ninja in its weave.

Then—

The Rasenshuriken vanished into the air.

A second passed.

Two.

And then—

Blood.

It erupted simultaneously from every fallen Root shinobi.

Their throats, cleanly severed just moments ago, finally gave way.

A crimson storm.

The air turned thick with the scent of iron and rust.

And then came the screaming.

"AAAAAAHHHH!! He just—he just killed them!!"

"Did you see that!? He cut them down! Just like that!"

"H-He killed all of Lord Danzo's men! In front of everyone!"

"Isn't anyone going to stop him!?"

"D-Danzo-sama!!"

Panic rippled through the stands.

Konoha civilians, who had always looked down on Naruto—mocked him, hated him—

Now trembled in terror.

They had never truly understood the boy behind the whisker marks.

To them, he was always just the demon fox.

But now—

Now he had killed.

In public.

And not just anyone—

Danzo's Root.

Elite. Feared. Untouchable.

And he ended them in a single breath.

Suddenly, the crowd realized—

If Naruto could do that to Danzo's men…

What chance did they have if he turned on them?

Fear took root in their hearts.

Even among the loyal shinobi of the Third Hokage—

Even Iruka, standing among them—

They hadn't seen it coming.

They never imagined Naruto would actually go that far.

That he would not just fight back—

But wipe out every last one of Danzo's men without blinking.

As they stared in shock at the massacre before them—

Naruto remained still.

Above the arena, bathed in moonlight.

Silent.

Unforgiving.

Even for seasoned shinobi, it was difficult to watch.

"So many… killed in an instant…"

The murmurs spread like wildfire.

Even among hardened warriors, some turned away, unable to stomach it.

"It's… it's tragic!"

In the stands, the heads of several major clans—Hyuga Hiashi, Yamanaka Inoichi, Nara Shikaku—stood in stunned silence.

They had all underestimated him.

Not Naruto's strength—no, that much had become clear.

But his resolve.

Uzumaki Naruto… wasn't holding back.

He had made a choice.

And he had followed through with absolute certainty.

And now, the battlefield was soaked in the consequences.

They understood immediately—

This was no small matter.

Blood had been shed, and not just any blood.

Root.

Elite operatives, loyal only to Danzo. Trained in silence, in darkness. Cultivated in secret for decades.

Gone.

Not one or two.

All of them.

Clan heads like Hiashi understood better than most: Root wasn't just a faction.

It was Danzo Shimura's lifeblood.

He had poured years of effort, countless resources, and forbidden techniques into crafting Root into a silent, unstoppable force.

And now…

With a single jutsu—

Naruto had severed Danzo's arm.

The loss wasn't just immense.

It was irreplaceable.

This moment marked an irreversible break between Naruto and Danzo.

There was no going back.

And those with political foresight—like Shikaku—recognized the implications immediately.

No one dared to speak.

The clan heads fell silent, unwilling to voice support for either side.

Because right now, it didn't matter who was "right."

Whichever side they chose—

They could end up on the losing side.

Choosing the Third Hokage seemed like the safest bet.

After all, he was the current leader of the village, backed by tradition and power.

But…

They had just witnessed something no amount of politics could explain away.

Naruto's strength.

His control.

His ruthlessness.

This was why he dared to challenge Hiruzen Sarutobi.

This was the reason he and his allies had the confidence to impeach the Third Hokage in the first place.

High above the battlefield, even the daimyōs—rulers of nations—watched in grim silence.

The Fire Daimyō, the Wind Daimyō, and the representatives from several minor countries—

All turned their eyes away from the gore.

So much blood.

So much death.

And all of it in mere moments.

In the blink of an eye, over fifty elite shinobi—

Men who could leap across rooftops, scale walls, and assassinate targets unseen—

Were wiped out.

Together, they had the power to overthrow a small country.

But here—

They were nothing.

Gone.

Erased by a single teenager.

It was terrifying to even imagine.

The representatives from Sunagakure—Jonin Maki, and even Gaara himself—stood frozen in disbelief.

Uzumaki Naruto's methods…

Too brutal. Too direct. Too effective.

Meanwhile, in the Pure Land beyond the living world—

The spirits of the First Hokage and Second Hokage, who were watching through their reanimated forms, didn't yet understand what Root truly was.

To them, it looked like Naruto had just massacred fellow Konoha shinobi.

And so, they felt a pang of sorrow for the fallen.

But Tsunade and Jiraiya—

Two of the Sannin.

Two who knew what Danzo's "Root" truly represented—

Could barely contain themselves.

Watching those masked killers fall one after another, Tsunade clenched her fists.

Jiraiya let out a long breath, suppressing a smirk.

"About time," he muttered under his breath.

They didn't mourn the Root.

If anything, they wanted to cheer.

They all knew.

A large part of the chaos and darkness that plagued Konoha—

Came from Danzo Shimura.

Those who understood the truth—like Kakashi, Minato, and Kushina—watched Naruto's actions unfold without so much as a flinch.

Not a word of protest.

Not a hint of hesitation.

Because they knew what Danzo was.

But of course—

The ones most disturbed by Naruto's bloody display were the Third Hokage's loyalists.

At that moment, the two village advisors—Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane—saw the field littered with the corpses of Danzo's men.

Their faces went pale with horror.

The Nine-Tails brat had just—

Wiped them all out.

"Impossible…!"

"He killed all of Danzo's operatives… just like that?!"

Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, stood frozen.

He had fought alongside Danzo for decades. No one understood better than him just how strong the Root operatives were.

They were no ordinary shinobi.

They were elite jōnin, honed in secrecy, raised in darkness, trained to be emotionless weapons.

And yet—

All of them were dead.

Instantly.

And what terrified Hiruzen even more—

Naruto didn't even move.

He hadn't drawn a blade. He hadn't even gotten close.

All he had done…

Was throw a single, spinning chakra shuriken—

And in the blink of an eye, over fifty Root members were reduced to corpses.

Even I… couldn't have done that, Hiruzen admitted to himself, beads of cold sweat forming on his wrinkled brow.

And what truly haunted him—

Was the question that now clawed at his mind:

How did Naruto get this strong?

From the moment he was born, Naruto had been placed under surveillance.

ANBU monitored his every step.

Hiruzen himself had used the Telescope Technique to check on him frequently.

And yet…

He had become something far beyond even the Hokage.

Danzo Shimura, meanwhile, stood as if struck by lightning.

He stared blankly at the field, still processing what had just happened.

All the Root operatives he had deployed—

Dead. Right in front of his eyes.

It took a few seconds before he finally came back to his senses.

And then—

Rage. Disbelief. Panic.

Like a storm erupting inside his chest.

"Fifty Root operatives…"

More than fifty jōnin-level shinobi—

Gone.

The damn demon fox brat!!

Danzo seethed, gritting his teeth.

He had spent over a decade building up those men.

Training them in secret.

Shaping them into loyal weapons that would act without question.

They weren't just soldiers.

They were his leverage. His power base. The force that allowed him to stand equal to Hiruzen and compete for the Hokage's seat.

And now?

A third of Root… erased.

In less than a second.

The speed. The lethality. The sheer scale—

All of it defied belief.

But what shook Danzo even more than the loss…

Was Naruto's technique.

The cold efficiency. The overwhelming chakra control.

His Root operatives weren't weak.

They were jōnin—

The top tier of the ninja hierarchy.

One step away from Kage-level.

Each of them could take on entire squads of chunin.

And yet—

They died like cattle.

It wasn't supposed to be possible.

Even killing one jōnin in battle would take time, planning, and effort.

But Naruto—

Did it instantly.

Before Danzo could even react.

And then—

Before he could recover from the shock…

Naruto vanished.

In a flash of golden light—

He appeared directly in front of Danzo, using the perfected Flying Thunder God Technique.

His movement was so fast it surpassed even teleportation.

Expressionless, calm, and unwavering—

Naruto looked him dead in the eyes and said coldly:

"You should learn to keep your mouth shut."

"That would just make you look weak."

Naruto's voice was calm—calmer than it had any right to be.

But every word struck with precision.

And just like that—

He'd cut through the illusion of power Danzo Shimura had carefully maintained for years.

The man known as Konoha's shadow, the one who pulled strings from behind the curtain,

Now stood face-to-face with the boy he had long considered a weapon.

Danzo turned, startled to see Naruto standing right before him—

When had he even moved?

And those words—

They burned.

They weren't shouted. They weren't angry.

They were dismissive.

Contemptuous.

Danzo's expression twisted with fury.

A brat.

A mere Genin—

Daring to lecture him?

Him!

The second-in-command of Konoha!

The man who had shaped the village from the shadows!

His hand twitched with anger. His breath hitched. He was about to strike.

But Naruto spoke again.

"Oh, one more thing…"

His voice remained quiet, emotionless.

"Are you even qualified to judge me?"

And then—finally—

Disdain.

For a brief instant, Naruto's cold gaze broke—

And a flicker of pure scorn bled through.

Everyone around them watched in stunned silence.

Uzumaki Naruto.

Mocking Danzo.

To his face.

No hesitation. No fear.

No respect.

Even the Konoha shinobi—those long used to bowing their heads in Danzo's presence—

Couldn't believe what they were witnessing.

A Genin humiliating one of the most powerful men in the village—

Openly.

As for the clan heads—the Hyuga, Nara, Yamanaka—they said nothing.

But their silence spoke volumes.

Uzumaki Naruto—

Once dismissed as the village's problem child—

Now stood before the elders and advisors…

And none of them dared to stop him.

Even in front of the Third Hokage, the Daimyō of the Fire Country, and the Wind Daimyō…

Naruto mocked Danzo Shimura without restraint.

And no one moved.

Hiashi Hyuga narrowed his eyes.

Shikaku Nara exhaled slowly.

They understood.

Konoha's sky was shifting.

Whatever the outcome of this confrontation—

The old order, the Sarutobi-Danzo era of quiet control—

Was coming to an end.

Tsunade, Jiraiya, and even Orochimaru—

Once loyal to Konoha, now half-exiles in their own ways—

Felt something stirring in their hearts.

Seeing Naruto defy Danzo so directly—

Felt right.

"That's it," Jiraiya muttered under his breath. "Finally, someone's saying what we all wanted to say."

Naruto's words were more than taunts.

They were vindication.

A release of long-held frustration for those who had suffered under Danzo's manipulations.

But…

This was only the beginning.

Everyone could sense it.

The confrontation wasn't over.

Far from it.

Those aligned with Danzo—like Hiruzen, Homura Mitokado, and Koharu Utatane—

Watched with clenched jaws.

It wasn't just Danzo being humiliated.

It was all of them.

Naruto was challenging the old guard.

Mocking them to their faces.

In front of the entire village.

Even the daimyō.

Danzo's eye twitched as he locked eyes with Naruto.

And in that moment—

He realized the truth.

If he didn't reveal his secrets now—

If he didn't use the power of the Sharingan, or unleash the forbidden Wood Release he had stolen from the First Hokage's cells—

He wouldn't stand a chance.

Not against this boy.

No—this man.

But he wasn't ready.

Not yet.

He hadn't planned to reveal his trump cards so soon.

So Danzo clenched his fists.

Swallowed his pride.

And said nothing.

He endured Naruto's mockery in silence.

Because for now—

He had no other choice.

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