Chapter 132: Infiltrating the Hokage's Residence! Are You Loyal to the Fire Nation Will? (10,000-Word Epic Chapter)

Midnight.

Two Tsunade Konoha Clan ninja, reeking of alcohol, staggered back into their clan’s compound, leaning heavily on each other. One burped loudly, his face flushed with drunken haze, slurring incoherently:

“Earlier, you said Lady Small Spring’s been so furious lately over that Uchiha Iizumi fellow she can’t eat, can’t sleep…”

“Pfft! Why doesn’t she just eliminate that Uchiha already? She’s a senior advisor of Leaf Village, and I heard she even took over Root Organization…”

“Eliminating an Uchiha should be easy, right? Even if he is some so-called Molten Release Beast.”

The other shook his head, spitting out a thick stream of fetid breath.

“You’ve been away from Leaf Village for half a year, just got back—don’t you know how terrifying Uchiha Iizumi really is? You know why Lady Small Spring was able to take over Root? Because he killed Shimura Danzō!”

“That battle shook the entire village. Root’s entire ranks were nearly wiped out—blood spilled like rain. For weeks after, Lady Small Spring had to recruit new members just to keep Root functioning.”

“He killed a high-ranking Leaf official and still lives freely. The Hokage didn’t even move against him. You can imagine how impossible it is for Lady Small Spring to take him down.”

He paused, his drunken eyes blinking slowly, then shifted to another thought.

“These past few days, Lady Small Spring’s been purging the clan of any members who’ve committed crimes. She’s even planning to transfer them out of the village…”

“Otherwise… if those bad apples run into Uchiha Iizumi, they’re dead meat. No escape.”

“Hey—what about you? Been gone half a year. Did you do anything wrong? If you did, better report it to elders right away. They’ll get you out before—”

His voice cut off abruptly.

His dazed, half-lit gaze snapped upward—locked onto a silhouette atop the rooftop, perched silently on the curved eaves.

A pair of crimson Sharingan, glowing like embers in the moonlight, stared down at the Tsunade Konoha compound below. The coldness in those eyes was like a predator surveying a graveyard.

A sudden chill crawled up his spine.

“Sharingan… Uchiha…”

He swallowed hard, squinting through the haze, trying to make out the face of the figure silhouetted against the moon.

“Hey! Who the hell are you?!”

The second ninja, still drunk, bellowed without care for the sleeping clan members.

“This is Tsunade Konoha Clan territory! You’re just some Uchiha—”

Pfft—

A Ninja Sword pierced through his back, emerging from his chest. His frail flesh offered no resistance. The words died in his throat mid-sentence.

The blade twisted slightly in his body, then was slowly withdrawn by a pale, slender hand.

Blood erupted from both entry and exit wounds—spraying like a fountain. Some of it splattered onto the other ninja, warm and thick against his cheek.

He touched his face—fingers came away red.

“…Blood?!”

The drunken fog shattered. His eyes widened in horror.

He spun around—just in time to see a young girl in Uchiha Police Force attire wiping blood from her blade.

On her shoulder sat a Ninja Cat. Beside her stood a taller, short-haired female ninja.

The short-haired one spoke:

“How did you know he was a criminal?”

The girl replied calmly:

“As long as our faith in Absolute Justice is pure, we receive Iizumi Senior’s gift. This Sharingan Technique… implanted within me by Iizumi Senior… allows me to see the evil in others. Though I must concentrate deeply to perceive it. Iizumi Senior, on the other hand, sees it at a glance.”

“Later, I’ll point out every Evildoer. Then we’ll act together—eliminate them all. The deadline is tonight. We must finish swiftly. Once the Tsunade Konoha Clan’s Evildoers are dealt with, we move to Hyūga Menji Clan.”

The short-haired ninja nodded once.

“Understood.”

Tsunade Konoha ninja: “!!”

“Iizumi Senior?”

“Iizumi…?!”

Could the man on the rooftop really be Uchiha Iizumi?!

Were these two girls his subordinates?

As the body of his clanmate collapsed lifelessly at his feet, the drunk man’s face—already flushed from alcohol—paled with terror.

Panic and fear surged through him.

Just as he braced himself for death… the two female ninja simply stepped around him.

Oh… right. I haven’t done anything wrong…

Wait—no!

The clan members under investigation hadn’t even been moved out yet! They were still inside the compound!

Shouldn’t he scream? Warn the others?

Before he could act, his eyes flicked upward—locking onto the rooftop.

The crimson Three Tomoe Sharingan remained fixed on him.

Gulp.

He swallowed hard.

If he shouted… his head would be severed before the echo died.

…

That night, Tsunade Konoha dreamt.

She saw herself tearing apart from Uchiha Iizumi—clashing with him in a final, blood-soaked war. She led the entire Tsunade Konoha Clan and Root Organization in a battle to the death.

But the Lava Beast… it was too terrifying.

One by one, Root members, clan warriors—falling beneath rivers of molten fire.

The Tsunade Konoha Clan was drowned in blood.

The scent of iron clung to her nose—thick, suffocating.

Wait…

Why did the smell feel so real?

Her heart lurched. She snapped awake, breathing hard.

It was just a dream…

She exhaled in relief—until she caught another whiff.

Blood.

Faint at first… then stronger.

A deep, gut-wrenching dread seized her.

She threw off the blanket, hastily threw on her clothes, and burst outside.

The scene before her froze her in place.

Under the pale moonlight, bodies lay scattered in pools of blood.

Some had been slit throats. Others pierced through the heart. One had been bitten—fang marks on the neck, like a venomous snake.

She saw a Tsunade Konoha Special Jonin desperately blocking a strike with his Ninja Sword—then, in a flash, a kunai plunged into his throat from behind.

“Gah—!”

He staggered back, clutching his neck, blood gushing between his fingers. Then he collapsed.

In the moonlight, she recognized them.

“Mitarashi Anko!!”

“Uchiha Iizumi!!”

The names tore from her throat like knives. Her eyes blazed with fury—her once-dull gaze now filled with murderous intent.

But before she could act, her head snapped up—toward the rooftop.

There he stood.

Uchiha Iizumi.

The man she’d never wanted to face again.

And when she saw his Sharingan turn toward her… she froze.

She remembered Danzō’s fate. The agony. The horror.

That Mangekyō Sharingan…

“Uchiha Iizumi! What are you doing?!”

She forced her gaze away, teeth clenched, voice trembling with rage.

“You’re violating every law of the village!”

“Executing Justice.”

The reply was brief—four words, sharp as a blade in the silence.

Tsunade Konoha’s forehead veins bulged.

She wanted to scream, to curse him, to burn him with her eyes—but fear of the Mangekyō held her back.

Instead, her rage turned on Anko and Iizumi.

“Anko! You were my protégé! My own Special Jonin! You’re betraying me?!”

Anko paused—then took a deep breath. Her voice was calm, but firm.

“Lady Small Spring. You’re a senior advisor. Yet you turn a blind eye to crimes committed by your own clan. Before you accuse me of betrayal… shouldn’t you ask yourself—how loyal are you to the Fire Nation Will?”

“The Fire Nation Will—‘Where leaves dance, fire burns eternal. Burning leaves light the village, nurture new growth.’ That was the First Hokage’s decree. But what if some leaves have become worms—eating the trunk, devouring the sap? Shouldn’t we cut them away?”

“If you truly believed in the Fire Nation Will… why are there so many Evildoers in the Tsunade Konoha Clan? Have you done your duty?”

Tsunade Konoha: “?!”

Her fury turned to shock.

A junior—a mere child—daring to question her, a senior advisor, about loyalty to the Fire Nation Will?

And she, once Orochimaru’s student, had the nerve to lecture her?

When was she ever not loyal?

Before she could retort, Iizumi’s voice came—calm, chilling.

“So… you wish to stop Justice?”

“Obstruction of Justice… is punishable by death.”

The words struck her like a thunderbolt.

“…You!!”

At that moment, other Tsunade Konoha Clan ninja began emerging—shocked, furious, seeing the carnage.

But when they saw Iizumi… their rage faltered.

“Lady Small Spring?”

One whispered, swallowing hard, eyes flicking to her—as if waiting for her command.

“If the enemy is Uchiha Iizumi… we’ll fight. Even if it costs us our lives.”

Tsunade Konoha: …

A sliver of reason cut through her rage.

Even if the entire clan charged together… they wouldn’t survive one strike from that child.

To resist him… is to die.

“Uchiha Iizumi…” she gritted through clenched teeth.

“I will remember this night. The blood, the shame. I will not forget.”

But then—she saw him look away.

As if she didn’t exist.

His voice came again—cold, clear:

“Next stop: Hyūga Menji Clan. After that, Hiruzen Clan.”

“Yes, Senior!”

Iizumi answered instantly.

Tsunade Konoha froze.

Hyūga Menji… Hiruzen…

No…

He’s not stopping here!

She watched as the trio—two girls, a Ninja Cat—vanished into the night.

Her mind raced.

“You! Gather the bodies! Don’t hand them to the Yamanaka Clan. Don’t give them to the Investigation Corps!”

“You two—go to Hyūga Menji Clan! Warn them! Warn them before he gets there!”

“You—go to Root Base! Use my authority—summon every Root ninja!”

“The rest—come with me. We’re going to find Hiruzen. That child is mad! He’s destroying the village! He’s the real monster!”

“Yes, Lady Small Spring!”

The surviving ninja scattered, faces pale with fear.

…

“Hurry! Hurry!”

Three Tsunade Konoha Chunin sprinted through the night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, lungs burning, legs screaming.

The world blurred past—buildings streaking by like shadows.

How long had they been running?

Finally—Hyūga Menji Clan’s compound came into view.

“Huff… huff… did we… beat him?”

One gasped, voice ragged.

Then—wind brushed their faces.

And the scent hit them.

Blood.

Their blood ran cold.

They exchanged glances—then bolted forward.

The gate stood wide open.

Inside—seven bodies, arranged neatly on the ground.

Hyūga Menji stood at the entrance, face etched with sorrow. He looked decades older.

“You’re too late…”

He sighed, voice broken.

“I already investigated my clan. I warned them. I begged them to confess. But some still held onto hope… and now this is their end.”

He looked at the bodies—then at the three Tsunade Konoha ninja.

“Go to Hiruzen Clan. Tell them… if they want to avoid this fate, they must gather now. Only then can they stand against Uchiha Iizumi.”

His voice was hollow. Not the voice of a senior advisor—but of a man who had lost his will.

The three ninja felt it.

He was afraid.

…

“Kushina-sama,” Shizune said, clutching a piggy plush, her face grim.

“We agreed—this money was for the Takeshita Street orphans. But tonight, you’ve already lost ten million in the village casino!”

The Leaf Village’s only late-night haven—its casino—still burned with light.

“Relax, relax!” Kushina waved dismissively.

“As long as those kids stay in Leaf Village, the old man will take care of them. We don’t need to spend a single coin. Besides—?”

Her eyes flicked to the corner.

“…Is that… Uchiha Iizumi?”

She narrowed her eyes.

“And those two women behind him… who are they? What’s he doing at this hour?”

“Uchiha Iizumi?”

Shizune blinked.

She looked—only to see three silhouettes vanishing into the distance.

Then—a sniff.

“Kushina-sama… I smell blood.”

“Shizune. Follow.”

Kushina vanished—shunshin—before Shizune could react.

“Wait—Kushina-sama?!”

…

Hiruzen Sarutobi had just fallen asleep—when he was violently yanked from his bed by Tsunade Konoha and several other clan ninja.

He stepped outside, face grim, breathing deeply.

After returning from the Capital City of the Land of Fire, he’d finally found peace. Now, even sleep was stolen.

He stared at the frantic faces before him.

“What’s happened? It’s past midnight. You’ve taken over Root—you don’t need to come to me.”

Tsunade Konoha, gasping for breath:

“If I could handle it, I wouldn’t be here. This involves you. I had no choice.”

“Me?”

Hiruzen’s heart sank.

“Naruto… did something happen?”

“Uchiha Iizumi!”

Her voice cracked.

“He attacked the Tsunade Konoha Clan tonight! He killed thirteen of my clan—two of them were children!”

She recounted the horror—each word a knife.

“His next target… Hyūga Menji Clan. Then… Hiruzen Clan. He’s gone mad! This Absolute Justice—your creation—has already killed your two sons. Now it wants to exterminate your entire clan!”

“He’s already at Hyūga Menji’s! If he’s not there already… he will be! He’s brought Iizumi, Anko, and that Ninja Cat! They slaughtered my people without mercy!”

“Would he spare you? Or do you really believe your clan is clean in his eyes?”

Hiruzen’s face hardened.

If Iizumi really intended to wipe out the Tsunade Konoha, Hyūga Menji, and Hiruzen Clans…

He would not allow it.

These were the pillars of Leaf Village. The foundation of his Hokage’s power.

Destroy them—and the village’s strength would collapse.

And Hiruzen Clan?

He knew some of its members walked the gray line.

But they did it for the village.

They were not evil.

Would Iizumi kill them too?

Even if their methods were… unorthodox?

This is not justice. This is madness.

“Anbu!”

Hiruzen barked.

“Assemble every Anbu Ninja! Pair with Root forces—stop Uchiha Iizumi’s rampage tonight!”

“Yes, Hokage-sama!”

“Stop him?”

Tsunade Konoha snarled, eyes blazing.

“Is that all? At this point, aren’t you still holding back? Where is the strength of the old Leaf Village? The ruthless resolve?”

Her clan slaughtered. Her honor shattered. She’d been humiliated—trampled under Iizumi’s heel.

And now he walks free?

No.

That child must pay.

“This is Leaf Village!”

Hiruzen’s voice was firm.

“When did you become like Danzō—so blinded by hatred you forget the village’s survival? If you fight Iizumi here, you’ll burn half the village to the ground. How many civilians will die? How many ninja? How many homes? How much damage?”

He exhaled—his shoulders sagging.

“Small Spring… we’ve already tried to contain him. There’s no other way.”

Tsunade Konoha bit down hard—crack.

A trickle of blood ran from her lip.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

“Then exile him! Banish him from the Land of Fire! As Hokage, you can do it, Hiruzen!”

“You’re not thinking of us! He’s not just killing our clans. He’ll come for us. Me. You. All of us. He won’t stop at our families. He’ll come for you too.”

At that moment, Anbu ninja arrived—faster than wind.

Root forces followed, some already on the move.

The disturbance roused the entire village.

Even at night, the air was thick with tension.

…

“Anbu…?”

Yamana Haiichi stared at the vanishing silhouettes.

“Don’t know what’s happening… but checking it out won’t hurt.”

Nara Shikaku, beside him:

“That direction… is Hiruzen Clan’s. Probably just the Hokage mobilizing Anbu.”

Then—movement.

A three-colored Ninja Cat sauntered up.

“Haiichi-san. Tachibana Jiro-sama asks you to collect the bodies. About twenty, scattered across Tsunade Konoha and Hyūga Menji Clan compounds.”

It paused.

“And after that… go to Hiruzen Clan. More bodies will be needed soon.”

Yamana Haiichi: “!!”

Nara Shikaku: “!!”

“Hmph…”

Yamana Haiichi exhaled, face grim.

“Just wanted to see what was happening. Now I have no choice.”

His expression hardened.

“Iizumi won’t attack the Hokage directly. He’s targeting the clan. The Hokage won’t allow that. We must act.”

Shikaku looked up at the moon.

“Call Inuzuka. We need the Inuzuka-Nara-Yamanaka Alliance. Only together can we pressure the Hokage.”

“I never thought Iizumi would go after all three clans.”

He smirked.

“If Tsunade Konoha, Hyūga Menji, and Hiruzen Clan are wiped out… our alliance’s power? It’ll rise overnight.”

“And what if the village weakens?

Doesn’t matter. Iizumi’s strength makes up for it. Absolute Justice is the new path.”

He clapped Yamana Haiichi’s shoulder.

“We’re needed. Iizumi needs us.”

…

Inside the Uchiha Compound, Fugaku hadn’t slept.

A heated argument with Mikoto at dinner had nearly turned into a fight.

As he stepped out to clear his head—a blur of motion.

An Anbu Ninja passed by—so fast, it was almost invisible.

But in that split second… the masked face looked at him.

“…Itachi?”

Fugaku froze.

He tried to call out—but Itachi stopped.

“Father. Hokage’s orders.”

His voice was flat.

“Something about Uchiha Iizumi. I don’t know the details.”

Then—gone.

Fugaku’s heart sank.

Iizumi… Hokage…

A cold dread spread through him.

He had to follow.

…

“Prophet’s Child… Savior…”

Jiraiya rubbed his chin, yawning.

He walked alone through a quiet street, eyes on the dim streetlamp.

“Naruto Uzumaki? Sasuke Uchiha? Iizumi Uchiha? Or… Itachi?”

Three names. All under twelve.

But he knew—the prophecy wouldn’t come from the Uchiha. Their minds were too unstable.

“Then… only one choice left.”

“Minato’s son. The Nine-Tails Jinchūriki. Naruto Uzumaki.”

His eyes flickered with emotion.

He’d once trained Minato as the Prophet’s Child.

But Minato died too soon.

Could his child be the one?

“Blue eyes… that’s a match.”

“I haven’t seen him since returning.”

Just as he pondered—a familiar scent.

“Kushina?!”

He turned—only to see her gone.

In her place: Shizune, panting.

“Kushina-sama! Wait—!”

“I can’t… keep up…”

“Jiraiya-sama?!”

Jiraiya frowned.

“You’re Kushina’s apprentice? What’s going on?”

Shizune hesitated—then decided.

“Uchiha Iizumi’s gone on a killing spree!”

Jiraiya’s expression darkened.

“Bring me along.”

“Huh?!”

Shizune blinked.

…

“Where are those kids going?”

Kushina muttered behind them.

“Are they really going to ‘execute Justice’? But this is Leaf Village… is he planning something like the Takeshita Street massacre? Or worse?”

Then—they stopped.

And Kushina saw it.

“…No way…”

Her eyes widened.

“That’s… old man’s house. That’s the Hiruzen Clan.”

Her blood ran cold.

“He’s going after the Hokage.”

“No… no way.”

She shook her head.

“Iizumi’s strong—but not that strong. Even if he could match the Hokage one-on-one… how could he get close in the village?”

Still… she followed.

…

Inside the Hiruzen Clan compound.

Hiruzen Sarutobi froze.

So did Tsunade Konoha.

So did the Anbu.

Kakashi, eyes half-lidded, stared—then froze.

“…He’s here.”

His blood ran cold.

Then—Hiruzen stepped forward, surrounded by Anbu.

“Iizumi.”

His voice was ice.

“I’ve heard what you’ve done tonight. I never thought my mercy would make you bolder.”

“You killed thirteen Tsunade Konoha ninja. You slaughtered Hyūga Menji Clan members. Now you’ve marched into my home.”

“Do you realize what you’re doing? You’re no better than a rogue ninja.”

“One word from me—and you’ll be declared a traitor. Every ninja in the village will hunt you.”

“If you still call yourself a Leaf ninja… turn around. Leave. And think on what you’ve done.”

Tsunade Konoha wanted to cheer.

But then—a new figure.

“…Kushina?”

She knew why Hiruzen said that.

She knew Kushina agreed with Iizumi’s Justice.

Her presence was pressure.

Then—another voice.

“Ah, lively tonight. Everyone’s awake?”

Nara Shikaku arrived—followed by the Inuzuka-Nara-Yamanaka Alliance.

Tsunade Konoha’s face twisted.

They betrayed the Hokage!

And yet—Jiraiya was here too.

“Iizumi…”

Jiraiya’s voice was heavy.

“Don’t tell me… you’re going to attack the Hokage?”

Tsunade Konoha exhaled—relief.

Not everyone is on his side.

Then—silence.

The village held its breath.

The storm was not over.

It had only just begun.

(End of Chapter)

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