"You want to become Hokage?!"
Tsunade's eyes widened, staring at Chiga in stunned disbelief.
Chiga gave a relaxed shrug.
"Is that not allowed? Has an Uchiha never been Hokage because we're unqualified… or because someone made sure we never had the chance?"
As he spoke, his eyes shifted into the Mangekyō Sharingan, locking onto Tsunade's gaze.
"Or is it that someone has been deliberately suppressing the Uchiha?"
The air in the room turned cold. A tension swept through the Hokage's office like a chilling fog. Tsunade clenched her fists, her lips trembling, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.
"Are you serious? Those advisors won't approve of this."
"Advisors? You mean Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu?"
Chiga snapped his fingers. Three spectral dog heads materialized briefly—two of them spat out a small pile of ash before vanishing.
Tsunade stared at the ash in confusion.
"What is that?"
"The advisors you mentioned. I've already had them cremated."
"Nani?!"
Her gaze darted to Naruto, who silently nodded in confirmation, though his eyes showed clear unease.
"You… How dare you—"
"Hmm?"
Chiga raised a brow. Behind him, a spectral Susanoo emerged, its piercing stare falling directly on Tsunade.
She froze where she stood. Just then, the doors opened and Shikaku entered, followed by the heads of several clans.
They immediately sensed the oppressive atmosphere. Cautiously, they moved beside Tsunade.
Shikaku looked between them and spoke.
"Tsunade sama, what's the situation?"
"Uchiha Chiga wants to be Hokage."
"…Nani?!"
The clan heads froze in disbelief. Uchiha? Hokage? That was unthinkable.
Civilians could become Hokage. So could noble clans. But the Uchiha? They were dangerous, volatile, too proud—Madara Uchiha was all the proof anyone needed. The idea was madness.
Shikaku opened his mouth to voice objection, but the moment his eyes met Chiga's Mangekyō, the words caught in his throat. That gaze—it wasn't just power. It was inevitability.
And Jiraiya was no longer here. There was no one left strong enough to stop Chiga now.
Even if all the clans joined forces, they'd suffer devastating losses. It was a war they couldn't afford.
The other clan heads seemed to realize the same. Silence spread.
Chiga looked around the room, a cold smirk tugging at his lips.
"Silent now? Or is it that you all simply have a problem with the Uchiha?"
Buzz!
A wave of Conqueror's Haki, infused with lightning, surged out of Chiga's body. The entire Hokage Building trembled violently.
In an instant, every shinobi in the room dropped to their knees, except for Naruto.
Tsunade struggled against the pressure, biting her lip until blood stained the floor. Her body wouldn't respond. She couldn't even lift a finger.
Naruto, confused, hesitated. He glanced around at everyone kneeling, but then remembered Chiga's words:
"Don't kneel to others just because they expect you to."
He stayed seated, quietly observing the moment unfold.
Chiga rose from the Hokage's chair and stepped in front of the fallen Tsunade. His voice cut through the heavy silence.
"From this moment forward, I, Uchiha Chiga, am the Sixth Hokage of Konoha."
His words echoed through the magnetic field that blanketed the village. Every citizen heard his proclamation. Some gasped, others thought they were dreaming. An Uchiha? As Hokage?
Tsunade, still struggling beneath the weight of his Haki, spoke through clenched teeth.
"Do you even understand what it means to be Hokage? A Hokage must be acknowledged by the people!"
Chiga looked at her with faint amusement.
"Do you know who said that?"
She said nothing.
"I did."
Tsunade fell silent. The irony hit her hard, but before she could reply, Shikaku said, still defiant,
"The Daimyo of the Land of Fire will never accept you as Hokage."
Chiga tilted his head slightly.
"Is that so? Then there's no reason for the Daimyo to exist."
Zzz!
In a blink, Chiga vanished in a flash of lightning. The residual weight of his Haki remained, pinning everyone to the floor.
Moments later, he returned—this time holding a severed, bloody head.
He dropped it at Shikaku's feet.
"This is the Daimyo you mentioned. I asked for his support. He refused. So I sent him to hell to reconsider."
(Nah, bro's crazy😂...)
Shikaku stared in stunned silence. The head's expression still carried a trace of arrogant defiance. It wasn't hard to imagine how the meeting had gone.
Guilt twisted inside Shikaku. He had mentioned the Daimyo—and now the man was dead.
Hyuga Hizashi remained bowed, unmoving, completely shaken. For the first time, he understood the true gap between the Byakugan and the Sharingan.
Their clans had long seen each other as equals. But what he had just witnessed—Chiga's Susanoo, his speed, his Haki—was on another level.
He remembered something buried in the Hyuga scrolls: the Tenseigan, a mythical evolution of their Byakugan. But that was only legend. No one knew how to awaken it.
Hizashi sighed quietly and kept his head low. Whether it was Chiga or someone else—it didn't matter anymore. The Hyuga could survive by staying neutral, and that was enough.
No one else dared speak. The Daimyo's fate had silenced even the boldest hearts.
Naruto, still sitting, whispered to himself:
"You can really become Hokage… like this?"
Chiga gave a faint smile. The pressure of his Haki instantly lifted. Everyone slowly began to rise to their feet, trembling and confused.
He looked calm and unmoved. Walking to the window, he gazed out at the Hokage Rock.
"In one week," he said softly, "I want to see my statue up there."
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