Under the pale moonlight, the stench of greed still lingered in the air.
Naruto stood before a trembling, obese man—his silk robes drenched in sweat, his beady eyes filled with fear.
"This is the lord of Qinghai City?" Naruto muttered, circling him like a predator eyeing prey. "Sakata Dagen… huh. Besides extorting people, what else is he good for?"
Uchiha Fugaku stepped forward, voice flat but heavy.
"He's a monster wearing fine clothes. Every year, he takes a stroll through the city with a blade, cutting down anyone who annoys him. Over fifty people—dead or crippled. Just for his amusement."
Fugaku's tone hardened.
"He's also taken women off the streets at will. Sixteen have died from what he's done to them."
Naruto's jaw clenched.
Even Ringo Yuri, who'd seen her share of cruelty, was trembling with fury.
"That's disgusting," she spat. "Killing people for fun, torturing women."
"Not surprising," Fugaku said grimly. "The noble class in the Land of Fire is riddled with filth like him. They smile in daylight, then stain the night with blood."
Naruto's gaze turned cold as steel.
"Drain every last coin from him. Then erase him. Trash like this doesn't deserve to exist."
Even the gentle Haku didn't object. He simply nodded, eyes like ice.
"Fugaku," Naruto said quietly, "you'll be in charge of Qinghai City from now on."
Fugaku inclined his head. "Understood."
The former clan head looked calmer than he had in years. Away from Konoha's politics and the shadows of old grudges, Qinghai offered something he hadn't felt in forever—purpose.
"Bring more of your people here," Naruto continued. "Those who can't stand staying hidden any longer. I've got work for them."
"What kind of work?"
Naruto's eyes gleamed.
"Intelligence."
He spoke clearly, his voice echoing through the hall.
"I want every noble, every official, every daimyo in the Land of Fire investigated. Their dealings, their crimes, their connections—everything. Build a network. From this day forward, that network will be known as the Fire Anbu."
"...Fire Anbu?" Fugaku repeated.
"Yes," Naruto said. "To win a war, you must know your enemy. To change this world, we have to understand it first. The Fire Anbu's job is simple: learn the truth—about people, power, and corruption."
Fugaku frowned slightly. "And what about other ninja? From Konoha, or the other villages?"
"Leave them alone," Naruto replied. "Avoid conflict if you can. If you can't, don't escalate. The shinobi system is only the surface problem. The real disease lies in ordinary people—the ones who abuse their power. Fix that, and the rest will fall into place."
He paused, then added, "Make sure your people understand that. The Red Sun Society doesn't exist to hunt ninja—it exists to change the world they serve."
Fugaku bowed deeply. "Understood."
Naruto sighed quietly once Fugaku left.
The organization had grown too fast—strong in battle, yes, but still lacking structure, strategy, and people.
Uchiha were superb fighters and scouts, but not administrators. Aoiha, Ringo Yuri, Shisui, Itachi—all were weapons of war, not architects of order.
He needed more than soldiers now.
He needed thinkers, builders, leaders.
"To stabilize, we need organization first," he murmured to himself. "Then we expand."
It was tempting to push everything forward at once—to turn his vision into reality immediately—but impatience would destroy everything he'd built.
He exhaled slowly.
"If talent is lacking, I'll just raise it myself."
Within days, Qinghai City began to change.
The Qinghai Gang—once the city's tyrants—vanished overnight. At first, people whispered in fear, expecting them to return.
A week passed. Nothing.
Two weeks. Still nothing.
Then it hit everyone at once—
The gang was gone. For good.
Shops reopened. Streets brightened.
Someone set off firecrackers. Then another. And soon, Qinghai City was alive again for the first time in years.
Business at Xinghai Shop exploded overnight—everyone said it was because the "mysterious backer" behind it had crushed the gang.
That backer was, of course, the Red Sun Society.
Uchiha shinobi began arriving quietly, one after another.
For the first time since the supposed "massacre," they walked in the open—not as fugitives, but as guardians.
They blended into the city, rebuilt homes, restored order. Others joined the newly formed Fire Anbu, scattering across the Land of Fire under false identities, gathering intelligence in silence.
The city became a symbol of something new—prosperity born from justice.
Naruto, meanwhile, had already left with Aoiha, Ringo Yuri, and Haku, vanishing from public sight and returning to Red Sun Town.
There, he split them up:
Aoiha and Ringo were assigned to train under Shisui and Itachi—an explosive combination if there ever was one.
Haku stayed with Nonō Yakushi, helping care for orphans while learning medical ninjutsu.
Naruto himself focused on two things:
teaching the next generation…
and quietly rebuilding the foundation of his movement.
The Red Sun Society evolved from a dream into a functioning system—with structure, salaries, ranks, and purpose.
Outside that world, the shinobi nations carried on, oblivious to what was rising in the shadows.
Naruto, Hinata, and Sasuke continued taking missions, honing their skills, and building their strength.
And as the days rolled by, a quiet, unstoppable transformation spread beneath the surface of the world.
The Red Sun Society was no longer just an organization.
It was becoming a revolution.
Five years passed—
and the silent change had already begun to shake the foundations of the ninja world.
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