Naruto stood quietly, studying the woman before him. Her delicate face, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, and the diamond-shaped mark on her forehead only heightened her beauty and presence.
Tsunade, dressed in a white lab coat, stared back at him in disbelief.
Just minutes earlier, Naruto had confessed everything — his identity, his organization, his goals. It was so sudden that even someone as composed as Tsunade felt shaken.
The Konoha Crush Incident had long since escalated, and the news of Naruto and his fellow shinobi defecting from the village had spread across the ninja world.
Of course, Tsunade had heard all about it. But what she hadn't expected… was that the powerful and mysterious Umbrella Organization had been created by Naruto himself.
And among its ranks — she saw familiar faces.
Uchiha Shisui.
And several other Uchiha who were supposed to be long dead.
It was almost too much to believe.
"Unbelievable, isn't it?"
Naruto said with a faint, knowing smile.
Tsunade's expression was complicated.
She couldn't begin to imagine how much of a prodigy he must be to have orchestrated something of this scale — and at such a young age.
"How old were you back then…" she murmured under her breath. Then, more clearly, "You're the most monstrous genius I've ever seen."
Naruto chuckled softly.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Then his gaze sharpened, his tone turning serious.
"Tsunade, after all this time, I'm sure you've realized it too. The world your grandfather, Senju Hashirama, built… can never truly achieve peace."
Tsunade's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't interrupt.
"Back when Hashirama and Uchiha Madara were alive, no one dared to challenge the balance of power. But once they were gone, the entire ninja world fell into chaos. Clan wars became village wars. Bloodshed only grew worse."
He paused, his voice calm but resolute.
"The world didn't develop the way your grandfather dreamed it would. Human hearts are greedy, and self-interest rules all. There's nothing wrong with people wanting to live better lives. The problem is that the old system can't give them that chance."
"Water flows downward, and people strive upward. That's human nature."
Naruto's words carried conviction — not arrogance, but clarity born of experience.
"There's no place in this ninja world that truly allows people to rise based on effort and talent alone. But we can change that. In Umbrella, if you work hard, you're rewarded. If you're talented, you won't be buried. The capable rise; the mediocre fall."
He stepped closer, his blue eyes glowing with intensity.
"We have the power to create resources — not just seize them. With more resources, we reduce the pressure that drives people to conflict. Right now, nobles feast while commoners worry about their next meal."
Naruto's tone grew colder.
"We can end that. Overthrow the nobility. Reshape the system. Distribute land and resources fairly. With scientists to advance production, and powerful shinobi to defend progress, we can fix this world — starting from its roots."
Tsunade didn't speak, but her expression softened — not with agreement, but with thought.
Naruto's gaze lingered on her. He could see the flicker of doubt, curiosity, and emotion in her eyes. That was enough.
He didn't expect her to understand everything right now. Convincing Tsunade — the granddaughter of the God of Shinobi — required patience. She was no fool, and she wasn't easily swayed by grand speeches.
He just needed her to think.
He smiled faintly.
"I know you won't be convinced overnight. That's fine. Change doesn't come in a day."
Then, with a smooth motion, he shifted the topic.
"I came to see you for a reason."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow. "And what reason is that?"
Naruto reached into his cloak and took out a glass test tube. A faint green light glowed from within.
"These are your grandfather's cells," he said evenly.
For a heartbeat, the air went still.
Then Tsunade's eyes widened — and rage flared. The veins on her arms bulged as her chakra surged instinctively.
"Naruto!" she roared, her voice shaking the room.
The ground cracked beneath her feet as her killing intent filled the air.
And Naruto, ever calm, simply smiled.
A thunderous boom split the air as the ground cratered, leaving a massive pit where Naruto had just stood. In the blink of an eye, his figure flickered, reappearing several meters away.
"Brat! How dare you desecrate my grandfather's body!"
Tsunade's furious roar echoed as she lunged forward, her chakra surging violently. Her fist came crashing down like a meteor.
Naruto calmly raised his hand — and caught her punch mid-swing. The shockwave rippled through the air, scattering dust and debris.
"Don't get me wrong," Naruto said evenly, his voice calm but firm.
"I didn't take this from your grandfather's grave. These cells came from Konoha. Surely, you're aware of what's been happening in your village, aren't you?"
Tsunade froze, her golden eyes flashing with disbelief and fury.
Naruto released her hand and took a step back, a faint, knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Hmph."
Tsunade turned away with a sharp snort. She realized she had let anger cloud her judgment.
She knew the truth all too well.
After the death of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, the village's higher-ups began to covet his power — to replicate his miracle. They experimented recklessly with his cells, hoping to recreate the Wood Release. But no miracle ever came. Instead, many Senju perished in those secret experiments.
And over time… the Senju Clan faded.
In the early years of Hiruzen Sarutobi's leadership, his position as the Third Hokage had been unstable. But with the political support of Uzumaki Mito, Hashirama's widow, Hiruzen gradually consolidated his power.
He even took Tsunade as his disciple, strengthening his legitimacy. Back then, the Senju Clan still carried influence — but they were too straightforward, too trusting, too unlike Tobirama Senju, who had mastered the art of political maneuvering.
Hiruzen, along with Danzō Shimura, Homura Mitokado, and Koharu Utatane, slowly eliminated dissent and expanded their control. Together, they became known as the Konoha F4 — the unshakable circle that monopolized the village's leadership.
From then on, no new elders emerged. The same four retained power, tightening their grip while Konoha's ideals began to decay.
Tsunade had always suspected that something dark festered beneath the village's surface — like the Wood Release Project.
She thought that plan had been buried long ago. But when she looked again at the test tube in Naruto's hand — the swirling green cells within — a cold realization struck her.
Naruto hadn't mentioned Orochimaru at all, only that it came from Konoha. Which meant… he wasn't lying. Orochimaru had stolen those cells from Danzō — and Danzō had obtained them with the council's approval.
That could only mean one thing:
Konoha never stopped experimenting on her grandfather's remains.
Tsunade's fists clenched. Her voice trembled with rage.
"So you think I'll help you with this?" she spat, glaring at Naruto.
Naruto smiled faintly, his eyes glinting with confidence.
"I think you will."
He paused, then dropped his trump card.
"If you agree to help me study the Hashirama Cells… I'll help you bring back your grandfather, Senju Hashirama, and your granduncle, Senju Tobirama."
For a moment, Tsunade froze — her eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat.
"…What did you just say?"
Naruto's gaze was steady. "You heard me."
Tsunade's fury erupted again, but this time it was mixed with disbelief and something else — fear.
"Revive them? Are you planning to desecrate their souls?!" she shouted, her voice cracking.
"Don't tell me you mean to use that technique…"
Her body trembled as one forbidden jutsu came to mind — the Impure World Reincarnation (Edo Tensei) — the dark art created by her granduncle, Tobirama himself.
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