"Uchiha Chizumi? That name sounds familiar…"
Chōji was lazily munching on chips, trying to jog his memory. Just as the thought was forming, a fat ninja cat trotted up behind him.
"Whoa, that cat is huge!" Chōji blurted, awestruck. Then, another figure approached from behind.
Chōji glanced up and noticed Shikamaru standing completely still—frozen, like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Uchiha Chizumi…"
Still a chubby kid himself, Chōji looked up at the man now in front of them, clad in the Uchiha Police Force uniform.
"Huh?!"
It finally hit him. His eyes bulged wide in shock, and panic overtook his round face. The half-eaten bag of chips fell from his hand with a soft plop, but he didn't even notice.
Then he saw a female ninja following behind Chizumi.
That's when it all came rushing back.
Suddenly frantic, Chōji scrambled to pick up the chips. Then he snatched the broom next to him and started sweeping the ground like his life depended on it.
Only when Chizumi's chilling silhouette disappeared down the street did Chōji collapse in a puddle of sweat.
Shikamaru relaxed a bit too. He let out a breath, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and muttered, "Weren't people saying two days ago that he killed the Daimyō? Shouldn't he still be in the capital? How'd he get back so fast?"
He knew the Nara clan had some special link to Chizumi's ideology of 'Absolute Justice'.
Still didn't mean he wasn't scared of him.
A name casts a shadow, after all.
And that man definitely wouldn't go easy on you just because you're a seven-year-old kid.
"…Looks like someone else in the village is gonna die."
Shikamaru mumbled the words like a prophecy.
…
The news that Uchiha Chizumi had returned spread through the entire village in less than half a day. By morning, Konoha was fully on edge.
"Chizumi‑senpai!!"
A young girl rushed toward him, out of breath. She bowed quickly.
"I'm so sorry I didn't come to greet you last night—I didn't know you were back!"
"Meow~ What about me?" the ninja cat Jujirō cut in. "Rookie, you're not gonna greet me too?"
Izumi bowed again without missing a beat. "Sorry for not greeting you too, Jujirō‑senpai!"
The cat squinted his eyes, clearly pleased.
Just then, something clicked in Izumi's head. She turned toward Chizumi.
"Senpai, about the clan meeting the other night…"
She gave a full report of everything that happened, no details left out—especially the part where many Uchiha members had begun to accept 'Absolute Justice'.
Chizumi's response was indifferent. "What a boring meeting. One side obsessed with power, the other shackled by Konoha's politics. People like that will never earn the clan's full support."
"Oh—Senpai," Izumi added, "those three jōnin who stood up first at the meeting? They came to me afterward. They said they'd like to meet with you if possible."
"I think they're ready to follow you. Otherwise, they wouldn't have publicly mocked Elder Setsuna and Clan Head Fugaku."
Chizumi gave a small nod. "Let them know they can meet me anytime."
"But," he added, "Absolute Justice isn't some ninja cosplay. And it's not a tool to let people feel special. If they're going to follow it, they'd better be ready to defend justice even if it kills them."
"And if they ever defile or betray that justice, they should be prepared to face judgment themselves. Justice spares no one—including its believers."
Izumi's face hardened. "Yes, Senpai!"
Then, curiosity getting the better of her, she pointed. "Senpai, who's that?"
She had noticed a short-haired kunoichi standing stiffly behind Chizumi—like she wanted to step forward but didn't dare.
Realizing she was being watched, Mitarashi Anko finally approached.
She introduced herself: "Mitarashi Anko. Special Jōnin of Konoha. And… technically, a convict."
Izumi blinked, stunned, while Anko turned to Chizumi.
"I know I've still got two years left to serve in prison, but… I want to atone a different way. Like that brat Naruto."
Since Chizumi's return, Anko had been obsessively digging up everything she could about him. She didn't even know why—just that she needed to understand him.
The more she learned, the more shaken she became.
But also… impressed.
His 'Absolute Justice' wasn't just strong. It was pure. Untainted.
That respect she felt eventually turned into full-blown admiration. When she realized she had no resentment toward his justice, she knew she'd been moved by it.
Just like she once admired Orochimaru.
But Chizumi and Orochimaru were worlds apart.
Orochimaru had been consumed by his desires.
Chizumi… probably never would be.
"I'm not saying this just to get out of jail," Anko said, voice shaking. Even though looking into Chizumi's eyes was terrifying, she didn't look away. "Back in the Capital, I saw the rot firsthand. If nobody fixes this world, it's never going to heal."
"There'll just be more and more people like Orochimaru. I don't want to see another one like him ever again!"
"My belief is absolute—more than even the Will of Fire!"
There wasn't a single fake word in her speech.
It all came from the heart.
Ever since Orochimaru abandoned her—and erased her memories—Anko had been lost. Even when Chizumi threw her into prison two years ago, she still felt aimless.
But now?
Now she had a purpose.
She was fighting for a chance.
The air fell quiet. Anko grew nervous… until Chizumi finally spoke.
"You want to atone through 'Absolute Justice'? If your crimes aren't too serious and you survive the trial—maybe."
A burst of joy exploded across her face.
She hurried to respond, afraid he'd change his mind. "Whatever the test is—I can take it!"
She looked him dead in the eye. "Even if it costs me my life!"
Chizumi's tone didn't change. "Just remember what you said."
He turned. "Uchiha Izumi."
"Here!!" Izumi immediately straightened up and shouted with energy.
"Back to the Uchiha compound."
"Yes, sir!" She nodded firmly, then added, "Senpai, what's the mission?"
"Execute justice."
Chizumi's voice was cold as ever. "Target: Uchiha Setsuna."
"!!"
He glanced at Anko. "You're coming too. This'll be your first test."
First test?!
So strict…
Anko gulped. "Yes!"
She quickly followed Izumi's lead.
…
Uchiha Clan Compound – Elder Setsuna's Residence
"Uchiha Chizumi… that little brat actually came back?"
Elder Setsuna's face, already grim, darkened even more.
If it hadn't been for Chizumi, he would've forced Fugaku to step down as clan leader during the meeting two nights ago and taken the seat for himself.
But Chizumi's damned 'Absolute Justice' had somehow brainwashed a huge number of young Uchiha. At least a fifth of the clan walked out of the meeting. Another chunk threw their support behind Fugaku.
At this rate, even if Setsuna pushed forward, he wouldn't have the numbers.
To him, Chizumi wasn't just a nuisance—he was poison. A saboteur ruining everything.
And let's not forget… Chizumi had killed his own grandson.
No body. No funeral. Nothing left.
Old grudges and fresh wounds stacked on top of each other, and Setsuna felt another pang of pain in his chest.
He used to think he had another decade in him. Now, thanks to Chizumi, he wasn't sure he'd last five more years.
"Dammit…" he muttered, clutching his chest. His face twisted as a disturbing thought crossed his mind. "What if… what if he pins Hayata's drug trade on me?"
Sure, he never got involved directly. But he'd given his grandson all kinds of support in the shadows.
And if Chizumi's known for one thing—it's going to extremes.
"He's definitely coming for me," he muttered.
The second that thought took root, his sense of safety collapsed.
He knew what kind of person Chizumi was.
If he could kill the Daimyō without hesitation, what chance did a crusty old elder like him have?
In a panic, Setsuna called in more than ten of his radical young followers to gather around him.
Only then did he feel a little safer.
…
Elsewhere
Chizumi walked steadily toward the Uchiha compound.
Then—
"Hey, brat! You're finally back!"
Chizumi stopped in his tracks.
Izumi paused beside him, confused.
"Brat"? Who's she talking to? Me? But I never left the village—
Wait.
Her eyes widened.
She's talking to… Senpai?!
She turned—and saw a stunning older woman with curves that didn't quit standing not far away. Next to her was a quiet-looking kunoichi dressed in black, holding a pink pig.
And behind them was a short, grinning old man with spiky white hair, wooden sandals, and the energy of someone who shouldn't be left unsupervised.
What… kind of squad is this?
How had she not noticed them in the village?
"Meow—that's Tsunade-sama," Jujirō answered the question in her head. "And behind her… that's Jiraiya-sama. Two of the Legendary Sannin."
"Ahahahaha! Even a ninja cat knows me!" Jiraiya burst out laughing, clearly proud. "That's right—I'm the great Toad Sage, Jiraiya-sama!"
Tsunade. Jiraiya.
Izumi's brain made the connection instantly.
The Legendary Sannin?!
Before she could even freak out properly, Tsunade strolled over like she owned the street.
"Brat," she said, clapping Chizumi casually on the shoulder, "those seventy-nine kids—don't worry. I've got them settled in the orphanage. Your Sharingan genjutsu worked. None of them remember what they went through. Psychological scars? Scrubbed clean."
She grinned. "But I gotta say—you've really outdone yourself this time."
"You didn't just massacre Tanzaku Town. You straight-up executed the Daimyō and a parade of nobles like they were common thugs. And you didn't even blink."
Izumi's heart skipped a beat.
Wait—are they here to arrest Senpai?
But Tsunade wasn't angry. In fact, she was impressed.
"You're a bold one," she laughed. "I even defended you in front of those two old fossils. Don't you think I deserve a little thank-you?"
Jujirō rolled his eyes. "The 'old fossils' being Homura and Koharu, right? Honestly, even without Tsunade-sama's help, those two wouldn't dare mutter a peep in front of Chizumi-sama."
But Chizumi… wasn't looking at Tsunade.
His eyes were fixed on Jiraiya.
Jiraiya met the gaze, his expression unreadable.
"…We met once, didn't we?" he said, scratching his head. "Just after the Third Great War. You were just a kid."
Back then, Jiraiya had been searching for the Great Toad Sage's "Child of Prophecy." Chizumi—with his rare dual bloodline limits—was on his radar for a while. But after observing him in secret, Jiraiya decided the kid was too extreme and walked away.
He never expected… Chizumi would become this extreme.
"We met," Chizumi said coolly. "I remember someone following me for days. Thought it was a trafficker until you finally revealed yourself."
Jiraiya coughed awkwardly.
Before he could make excuses—
"You thought I might be the Child of Prophecy, didn't you?" Chizumi said flatly. "You followed me to test that theory."
"!!!"
Jiraiya's goofy mask fell away in an instant.
He looked like he'd just seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"Child of what now?" Tsunade frowned, looking over her shoulder at Jiraiya. "You never told me anything about a prophecy."
Jiraiya didn't answer. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in his chest.
"…Where did you hear that?" he asked Chizumi. "Did you… go to Mount Myōboku?"
"No."
That blunt answer hit Jiraiya harder than any punch.
Chizumi's voice was calm. "There are few secrets in the shinobi world that I don't already know."
"And if you're staking the future of this world on some 'Child of Prophecy'—then stop. Whether you train him or not, he'll fulfill his duty."
"Once all evil is erased from this world, peace will come. It's not prophecy. It's math."
That one sentence cracked Jiraiya's entire worldview.
He not only knew Jiraiya was searching—he knew exactly who Jiraiya was searching for.
How?!
Was there someone besides the Great Toad Sage who could see the future?
Wait—
Jiraiya remembered: Chizumi's Sharingan.
Rumor had it he could see both a person's "past sins" and their "future crimes."
If that were true… then Chizumi didn't just know about the Child of Prophecy.
He may have already found him.
And that knowledge hit Jiraiya like a punch to the gut.
…
Hokage Tower.
"Chizumi returned… completely unharmed."
Koharu Utatane stood by the window, overlooking the rooftops of Konoha. Her voice was quiet but tinged with disappointment.
"In the end, Hiruzen couldn't do it. He still chose to let him go."
She turned, arms crossed.
"This version of 'Absolute Justice' is already out of control. If Hiruzen keeps turning a blind eye, even Anbu won't be able to restrain Chizumi anymore. One day, Hiruzen's going to regret this."
The word "regret" left her mouth with certainty.
Homura Mitokado coughed beside her. "Hiruzen had his reasons. Besides, according to the report, it was Daimyō's eldest son who stopped him."
Koharu let out a sharp scoff.
"If Hiruzen had truly decided to move against Chizumi, that brat wouldn't have been able to stop him. He's not even the actual Daimyō yet."
"And let's be real—the kid must've been threatened. There's no way he'd let his father's murderer roam free otherwise."
"After all, who could tolerate their relatives killer walking around like nothing happened?"
Homura muttered, "Hiruzen could."
Koharu went silent for a beat. Then she clenched her jaw.
"And that's exactly why Chizumi keeps growing bolder. Hiruzen's weakness is enabling it."
"…He's gotten too old."
Still, for all her complaints, Koharu had no intention of replacing the Hokage. She, Hiruzen, and Homura were too deeply entangled to separate now.
..
Ninja Academy.
Iruka was at the front of the classroom, rambling on about shuriken-throwing angles.
Sasuke stared at him with glazed eyes. Bored out of his mind, he leaned over to Naruto and whispered, "Hey, Dobe. We've been following Chizumi-sensei for a while now… so why haven't we gotten stronger?"
"Stronger?" Naruto rubbed his chin, thinking. "I remember Izumi-senpai said that if you follow Absolute Justice and kill someone truly evil… you get a reward. Like a power boost."
Sasuke froze.
He looked down at his pale little hands.
They hadn't even killed a chicken, let alone a criminal.
He clenched them quietly.
"Tonight," Sasuke said, eyes focused, "we sneak off on our own. No Izumi-senpai."
Naruto blinked. "Huh?"
Sasuke's tone was serious. "She always executes the bad guys. But what if we did it ourselves? Wouldn't we get stronger too? Wouldn't we gain that gift?"
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "…Why are you so desperate to get stronger?"
Then it hit him. "It's because of him, isn't it? Uchiha Itachi."
Sasuke didn't say a word. He just nodded.
Ever since Itachi came to the academy, Sasuke had been having nightmares. Visions of a future where the Uchiha clan was wiped out.
And in every dream, he was powerless. Helpless.
He didn't just want justice—he wanted power.
He didn't see a conflict between the two.
"…Alright!" Naruto grinned and pounded his fist into his palm. "Let's do it!"
Then he frowned.
"Wait… did you call me Dobe again?"
Sasuke immediately looked away, guilty.
Sometimes all it takes is two kids teaming up…
…and you've got the perfect storm of chaos waiting to happen.
…
Outside the Uchiha District.
"Chizumi—who is the Child of Prophecy?!" Jiraiya was visibly shaking now. "The Great Toad Sage at Mount Myōboku predicted he'd be the one to either save the world… or destroy it!"
"He said the child would be my student—someone who would reshape the future of the shinobi world!"
He exhaled, trying to stay composed.
"I've spent years chasing down every possible clue, trying to make sure he doesn't take the wrong path. If he really exists… then please—tell me who he is!"
Chizumi and Jujirō remained unmoved.
Izumi, Tsunade, Shizune, and Anko, on the other hand, stood frozen in shock.
The prophecy.
A child who could bring peace—or ruin.
"Jiraiya," Tsunade said sharply, "you've never told Orochimaru or me anything about this."
Shizune whispered, "…The Child of Prophecy. Someone who could save or destroy everything…"
Anko felt like she'd just stumbled into something massive.
Izumi… couldn't help rolling her eyes a little. "Prophecy" and "Giant Toad" didn't exactly scream reliable intel to her. Especially not when she had a front-row seat to Chizumi's version of the truth.
And based on what Chizumi had said before—it was obvious he didn't buy into the whole "chosen one" story.
He believed peace came from justice. Not destiny.
Then Chizumi spoke. Just one sentence.
"Would knowing even help you?"
Jiraiya blinked. "Of course it would! He's the one who's going to change the world!"
Chizumi stared him down, calm and cold. "So you're placing the fate of the world—the destiny of every person alive—in the hands of one child. That's your idea of leadership? That's your vision?"
Jiraiya flinched.
Chizumi's voice remained steady. "You can't even see how twisted this world really is."
"It wasn't a prophecy that created this chaos—it was this rotten world that created people desperate enough to try and change it."
"Most of them are broken."
He paused, then continued, voice low and sharp like a blade.
"The moment this diseased world is straightened out—when real justice purges all the filth—then everyone will be capable of choosing peace."
"In that world, anyone could be your Child of Prophecy."
With that, Chizumi turned and walked away without another word.
Jujirō, Izumi, and Anko followed.
"Chizumi—"
"Let it go," Tsunade interrupted, watching him disappear down the street.
"Didn't you hear him? In his mind, there's no such thing as a 'chosen one.'"
She looked at Jiraiya, her tone grave.
"If Absolute Justice wipes out every trace of evil… then anyone raised in that world could become a force of change. A true savior."
She paused again.
"And if you're still putting the future of the entire ninja world on the shoulders of one kid… then honestly, that's just irresponsible. This world was never meant to rest on one person's back."
Jiraiya stood there, alone in the street, watching Tsunade and Shizune walk away.
His voice barely a whisper:
"…Is my vision… too small?"
…
Uchiha Clan Compound.
"It's been a while since I came back, meow," Jujirō said from Izumi's shoulder, looking around. "A lot of Uchiha are giving Chizumi-sama some strange looks."
"Probably because of the failed clan meeting," Izumi replied. "From what I heard, Senpai didn't even show up. But just by not showing up, he wrecked the whole meeting. Some people's entire game plan collapsed."
"There've been more and more people in Konoha supporting Chizumi-senpai lately—especially among the Uchiha."
Just then, Chizumi suddenly stopped walking.
Izumi, distracted, nearly bumped into him but caught herself at the last second.
She looked up—and saw Uchiha Fugaku, standing alone in the street ahead of them, blocking the way.
"Chizumi…"
Fugaku stood in their path, his expression conflicted—tired, even.
Chizumi didn't say a word.
Fugaku finally spoke, voice low but strained:
"Why are you dragging the Uchiha clan into this mess? That string we've been walking on… it's about to snap. I was finally starting to loosen the tension—and then you came back and pulled it tighter."
"You killed the Hokage's son. The Daimyō's second son. And then the Daimyō himself. Not to mention a whole list of nobles from the Land of Fire."
"Even if you did it under the name of 'Absolute Justice'—to outsiders, it's not you they see. It's us. The Uchiha."
"To the village leadership, it looks like our clan killed all those people. And now the elders don't trust us at all."
"Setsuna and the radicals… your actions pushed them to accelerate their plans. As clan leader, I've lost all ability to stabilize things."
Fugaku exhaled heavily. You could practically feel the pressure melting off his shoulders like lead.
He was trying to reason with Chizumi.
Trying to get a response.
But Chizumi… didn't even look at him.
Without a word, he raised a hand and placed it gently on Fugaku's shoulder.
The pressure of that single touch made Fugaku instinctively step aside.
Chizumi walked past him.
Three cold words drifted behind him:
"Don't block the road."
It happened right there—in the middle of the street, in full view of the clan.
Even if no one heard what was said, everyone saw it:
Chizumi brushing off the clan head like he didn't matter.
Fugaku stood there, stunned for a moment.
Then he turned, watching Chizumi's back as he walked away.
And he heard him speaking—not to him, but to Izumi and Anko:
"Check your gear. Prepare to execute justice."
Execute… justice?
Fugaku's stomach dropped.
He knew exactly what that meant.
Every time Chizumi spoke those words… someone died.
And they were still in the Uchiha compound.
Was he going to kill a fellow clansman?
And then Fugaku noticed the direction Chizumi was walking.
It was the same street that led to—
Setsuna's house.
No way that was a coincidence.
…
Inside Elder Setsuna's Home
"Elder Setsuna—Chizumi's back in the compound!"
Setsuna, already on edge, tensed up even more. But with the young radicals surrounding him, he quickly buried the panic under a cold glare.
"Hmph."
He leaned on his cane, voice sharp and venomous.
"That brat's selfish justice has dragged this clan into disaster. Someday, the history books will remember him as the one who brought shame to the Uchiha name."
"He doesn't even realize what he's done. He just marches around, thinking he's righteous. I bet that so-called 'Absolute Justice' of his has brainwashed him, too."
Some of the young radicals nearby looked uneasy—but said nothing. He was still their leader.
But before Setsuna could rant any further—
A voice rang out from outside:
"Uchiha Chizumi? What are you doing here?"
No.
Setsuna felt the blood drain from his face.
He's here?!
He desperately hoped this was a joke—that maybe his subordinates were messing with him.
But then Chizumi's cold, unshakable voice echoed through the air:
"Konoha Police—executing justice.
All unrelated personnel, clear the area.
If not—lethal force will be used."
"!!!"
Setsuna's heart felt like it stopped.
He really came.
He really followed Hayata's trail all the way back to me?
Just for giving my grandson a few shortcuts? Just for letting him stash some contraband in the district?
Was that enough to be branded evil in Chizumi's eyes?
Yes. Yes, it was.
Setsuna's face twisted. His old hands gripped his cane tight.
"Don't let him in!" he shouted. "Just block the door! Surely he wouldn't attack innocent clan members just to get to me!"
But then—
"Elder Setsuna!" one of the radical shinobi shouted as he burst in. "The others outside… they didn't stop him! They let Chizumi through!"
"…What?!"
Setsuna's expression warped.
I gathered all of you to protect me from this exact moment—
And you just let him in?!
What kind of sick joke is this?!
He looked toward the doorway—and froze.
A figure was approaching.
His cloudy old eyes sharpened. He locked onto the shape of the man walking toward him.
"Uchiha…"
"Chizumi!!!"
Chizumi stared back, calm as death.
Above Setsuna's head, something only he could see glowed red: a hovering box—marking him as condemned.
Chizumi walked forward slowly, like a judge delivering a verdict.
And in a cold, emotionless voice, he began:
"Uchiha Setsuna.
Sixty-one years ago, you murdered your own younger sister in order to awaken your Sharingan.
Fifty-eight years ago, you married a woman to evolve your eyes. The night she gave birth to your son, you strangled her with your own hands.
Fifty years ago, you lost an ideological argument with a fellow clansman. Furious, you killed him and staged a fake disappearance to hide the body.
Forty-seven years ago…
Forty-four years ago…"
The voice wasn't loud.
But every word hit like a hammer.
Setsuna heard them all. Clear as day.
And worse—he remembered them.
Old sins. Buried deep.
Crimes he thought no one would ever uncover.
And now… Chizumi was dragging them all into the light.
How…?
How could this kid's eyes see so far back—decades into the past?!
Setsuna's chest tightened. He looked around.
The expressions of the younger Uchiha… were changing.
They weren't just listening.
They were judging.
Panic set in.
He had a sinking realization.
This wasn't a warning.
This wasn't even an interrogation.
This…
This was the beginning of an execution.
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