Hiruzen sat in his office, still thinking about his conversation with Kasi.
Suddenly, the office door slammed open with a loud BAM.
"I told you, Hiruzen!" Danzo's voice boomed, full of anger. "We should have dealt with Kasi the moment he returned! You should have given me the jinchūriki! Or better yet… removed him from the equation and secured the boy for Root!"
Hiruzen's face darkened, but his voice remained calm and firm.
"Danzo… do you truly think I would allow that? Killing a Namikaze? Taking a child for Root? That is not the way of the village, nor the way of the Hokage. You must think carefully before acting. One rash move, and the consequences would be disastrous—for you."
Danzo's eyes flared with fury.
"Hiruzen, you are weak! You can't even punish someone who disrespected you, let alone control a man like Kasi!"
Hiruzen's voice sharpened, carrying the full weight of his authority.
"I am the Hokage, Danzo. And I decide what is right and wrong in this village. If you act against Kasi, you do so at your own peril."
For a brief moment, Hiruzen's grip tightened on his pipe. He had already failed one Namikaze. He would not fail another.
Danzo's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"You'll regret this, Hiruzen!" he shouted, storming out of the office and slamming the door behind him.
Hiruzen sank back into his chair and took a slow puff from his pipe. Smoke curled lazily around him as he thought over the night's events. Kasi Namikaze was back—stronger than anyone had expected. And the anger he had felt the previous night, though controlled, still lingered in the air.
The next day, Naruto went to school as usual, his ever-present grin brightening the streets of Konoha. For a brief moment, the world felt almost normal to him.
Meanwhile, Kasi was investigating the property his brother and sister-in-law had left behind.
Nearly every building and plot of land they had owned had been tampered with, sold off, or left to decay. He muttered curses under his breath—aimed at eighteen generations of Hokage, their advisors, and council members. Careless… or worse.
The only place untouched was the house.
Protected by seals Minato and Kushina had placed at Kasi's request.
He carefully released the seal and stepped inside.
The house felt frozen in time. Every corner, every piece of furniture, remained exactly as it had been.
After a long moment, Kasi decided it was time to gather the jōnin.
Legally, he had no authority to call a village meeting.
That didn't stop him.
He released enough chakra for it to be felt across the village—controlled, deliberate, unmistakable.
Within moments, all available jōnin—except those on active guard duty—appeared one by one around the house.
Whispers spread through the group. Some recognized him immediately—the brother of the Yellow Flash, long known as the Silver Storm. His name had faded from public memory, buried beneath war records and the legend of the Fourth hokage—but the jōnin remembered.
They remembered his feats during the war.
A hero in his own right.
Powerful. Respected.
Slightly less famous than Minato—but no less dangerous.
Eyes widened as they realized the man leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, was the legendary Silver Storm himself.
Kasi didn't acknowledge their stares.
He spoke in a lazy, playful tone, a faint smirk on his lips.
"Oh my… didn't expect to gather so many. I guess I just… felt a little nostalgic."
The jōnin remained silent, uneasy.
The air around Kasi carried a quiet force—calm, restrained, and undeniably dangerous. Even after eight years, the memory of his skill and presence returned instantly to those who had seen him fight.
Kasi's eyes drifted over the assembled jōnin, then slowly moved back to the house behind him.
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