The silence following her confession was a physical weight, crushing and absolute. The ANBU and ROOT operatives were statues of conflicted duty, and Kakashi was adrift in a sea of shattered paradigms. Then Hana spoke again, and the scale of her revelation expanded from a village coup to a global conspiracy.
**( I think told you i know too much which includes the one behind the nine tails and the one puppeteer who manipulated all the three ninja wars plus making sure all second kages of all the five villages death , )**
The air left the room. The Nine-Tails attack, the source of Konoha's recent pain and the Uchiha's ostracization, had a *perpetrator*? The Three Great Wars, cycles of death that defined generations, were *manipulated*? The deaths of the Second Hokage and his contemporaries across the nations were not just history, but *orchestrated*? The implications were so vast, so world-shattering, that the minds of everyone present struggled to even process them. Their reality, the very foundation of their shinobi world, was being revealed as a lie.
**( you see if i become a hokage we will be playing the entire five lands as a board against that puppeteer and the one behind the nine tail attack, )**
She was not just offering to lead a village. She was offering to wage a secret, global war against an enemy of unimaginable power and longevity. The Hokage's hat was no longer a symbol of leadership; it was a general's helmet for a conflict that would make the past wars look like skirmishes.
**( so what are your choice want me as hokage to face that or just a suitable candidate to be hokage to lead the village )**
She presented a brutal dichotomy. A "suitable" Hokage would be a leader for peace, for rebuilding, unaware of the true enemy lurking in the shadows. *She* was a weapon, forged for a specific, apocalyptic war. Choosing a "suitable" candidate was choosing willful ignorance, leaving the village vulnerable to a threat it didn't know existed.
**( or you want me to be temporary hokage till Naruto being ready to become hokage or finding another candidate i can buy time till that , )**
This was the long game. A staggering vote of confidence in a child who didn't even know his own name, and a admission that her role might be that of a steward, a protector who clears the path for the true chosen one. It was a plan spanning decades.
**( so what your decision because your fate is on the hands of the upcoming hokage)**
The final sentence was the hammer blow. This wasn't an abstract discussion about leadership. It was a choice about survival. The wrong Hokage meant annihilation by a foe they couldn't comprehend.
The reaction was a deeper, more profound silence than before. The ANBU and ROOT operatives, tools of a system now revealed to be a puppet theater, looked at each other. Their entire existence, their sacrifices, their black ops—all of it might have been in service of a narrative controlled by this hidden puppeteer.
Kakashi's mind, brilliant and analytical, was reeling. The Fourth Hokage's death, his father's suicide, the endless cycles of war—it all clicked into a horrifying new pattern under the lens of her words. A "suitable" Hokage would be a caretaker on a sinking ship. Only someone who knew the ship was sinking, and who was willing to find and plug the leak no matter the cost, could save them.
He looked at her, this Uchiha woman who had sung a storm into existence and then calmly confessed to reshaping the world. She was not just a candidate. She was the only possible response to the threat she described.
One of the ROOT operatives, his voice a hollow monotone that nonetheless carried a new, grim certainty, was the first to break the silence.
"There is no choice."
An ANBU with a Hound mask—not Kakashi—nodded slowly, the movement stiff. "The village must be led by someone who sees the enemy. To choose otherwise is to fail in our duty to protect it."
The consensus formed without a vote. It was a simple, terrifying acceptance of a new, darker reality.
Kakashi finally spoke, his voice rough. "You're not a candidate," he said, the truth of it settling on him. "You're a necessity."
He wasn't endorsing her. He was stating a fact, just as she had. The hat on the desk was no longer just a symbol. It was a weapon. And she was the only one who knew how to wield it against the true enemy.
The decision was made. Not for peace, not for prosperity, but for survival in a war they had just learned they were already losing. Hana Uchiha would be Hokage.