Zetsu tilted his head. " You're not planning to implant all these, are you? That's a lot of eyes… even if you're short on one."
"I don't need all of them," Obito said finally, his tone calculating. "I just need enough to ensure the Uchiha become what they were always meant to be. A force of vengeance."
Obito turned, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light beneath his mask. "The fox was just a tool. If tool dont work properly we replace it."
Obito walked to the center of the room, his presence commanding as he looked around at the collection of Sharingan. "Madara's vision will become a reality…
…
ANBU headquarter,
"This entire catastrophe is on your shoulders, Hiruzen," Danzo barked, like mad dog, "If you hadn't made Minato the Hokage and kept a leash on the Uchiha clan, this disaster would never have happened!"
Hiruzen sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was far too early for this nonsense! and the last thing he needed was Danzo going on another runt. "Danzo, I fail to see how Minato failed, and are you suggesting Uchiha summoned it?"
Danzo slammed his hand on the table. "I'm suggesting that their very existence is a threat! They are the ones with those cursed eyes—Sharingan, the only dojutsu capable of controlling the Nine-Tails. Who else could have done it?"
Hiruzen's calm demeanor barely wavered. "Perhaps you missed the part where it was a masked man who controlled the Nine-Tails and attacked the village.
…Unless you're suggesting this masked man was an Uchiha?"
Danzo hesitated, not wanting to give away his suspicions without evidence. Instead, he pivoted. "The masked man may be irrelevant." Danzo said, "The point is, Minato has failed as Hokage. He allowed this to happen under his watch, and the village is now in chaos. We need a strong leader—someone who knows how to act decisively."
"And let me guess," Hiruzen said, his tone dry, "you think that someone should be you?"
Danzo straightened his back, speaking with his usual self-righteous conviction. "Yes. I've always prioritized the village's safety above all else. If I were Hokage, I would have ensured this never happened."
Homura and Koharu exchanged glances, Finally, Homura spoke up, "Danzo does have a point. Minato's leadership has been… concerning."
Koharu nodded. "We've allowed Minato to remain Hokage out of respect for his accomplishments, but perhaps it's time to reconsider his position. The Nine-Tails incident has shaken the village to its core, We need do something."
Hiruzen's eyes narrowed. "Let's not forget that Minato's quick actions saved the village from complete destruction. He resealed the Nine-Tails, ensured the safety of most civilians, and prevented far worse losses."
Danzo's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "And what about the Uchiha? Are we just going to sit idly by while they plot their next move? Mark my words, they'll use this incident as an excuse to seize power."
Hiruzen raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any evidence of this, or is it just another of your baseless accusations?"
The two elders seemed to side with Danzo, though their reasons were more calculated. Koharu cleared her throat. "Hiruzen, you must admit the Uchiha have been increasingly isolated from the rest of the village. That kind of division breeds resentment. Perhaps it's time we took preemptive measures to... ensure their loyalty."
Homura added, "And Minato... while capable, may not have the necessary experience to navigate this delicate situation. We've all known that you, Hiruzen, have held the true power behind the scenes. Minato is just a puppet Hokage."
Hiruzen's eyes narrowed. "If that's how you see it, then perhaps the real question is why the village is attacked in the first place. Could it be because certain individuals"—his gaze lingered pointedly on Koharu and Homura—"leaked Kushina's location, setting the stage for this entire disaster?"
The room fell silent,
Danzo stiffened but quickly masked his reaction. "What are you implying, Hiruzen?"
"I'm not implying," Hiruzen said, his voice cutting like a blade. "I know. Your actions directly endangered not only Kushina but the entire village. If not for Minato and Kushina's strength, we would all be dead right now."
Koharu fidgeted uncomfortably, while Homura cleared his throat. "That's a baseless accusation, Hiruzen. We did what we thought was best for the village's security."
"YOUR 'BEST' NEARLY DESTROYED KONOHA!" Hiruzen shouted. "And now you have the audacity to suggest removing Minato from power? I will not allow this village to fall into chaos because of your shortsightedness."
Danzo leaned back, his expression darkening. "Fine. But mark my words, Hiruzen, the Uchiha will prove to be a threat sooner or later. When that time comes, don't say I didn't warn you."
…
"Hiroshi, are you all right honey?" Hiroshi's mother said with worried look,
She was a woman of delicate grace, her long dark hair, a gentle face. Despite the slight roundness of her belly, because of she is binge pregnant with Hinata, there was a strength in the way she carried herself, the mark of a woman who belonged to one of Konoha's oldest and most disciplined clans.
"Yes, mother," Hiroshi replied, his voice a bit hesitant as he tried to match the tone of a five-year-old. He wasn't used to this level of warmth from his past life, and it took a moment to adjust.
"I was just… having chakra fatigue,"
Her expression softening. "thank god, you know how worried I was when I herd… you pass out,"
"I'm sorry, I saw father was about attacked by Nine-tail so, I can't help myself,"
"Now, now," She reached out and ruffled his hair gently, "Your father wants you to join him in Hyuga clan's meeting hall. But first, we all having breakfast?"
Hiroshi nodded, "That sounds good, mom."
They walked towards the dining area, Hiroshi sat cross-legged at the low table, surrounded by his family. His father sat at the head of the table. Hiroshi's mother served tea with a quiet elegance, while his uncle busied himself keeping little Neji from throwing rice everywhere.
"Neji, chew before you swallow," Hizashi muttered, his tone a mix of exhaustion and amusement. Neji responded with a toothy grin.
Hiroshi took a sip of his tea, there was unusual silence in dining area, damage from nine tail was far minimum from it suppose to be, but still they lost few clan member and some of them is deeply injured and will never able to work as shinobi,
However his father broke the silence. "Hiroshi, about that technique you used to deflect the Nine-Tails' attack... What was it?"
The room grew quiet. Even Neji paused, rice ball halfway to his mouth, his curious little eyes fixed on Hiroshi.
Hiroshi smiled modestly and reached for a scroll he'd placed beside him. "It's something I've been working on. I call it Dragon Fist." He handed the scroll to his father. "You see, the Gentle Fist technique... well, it's great for precision, but when it comes to converting chakra into kinetic energy, it's a bit, uh, underwhelming."
His uncle choked on his tea, sputtering. "Underwhelming? That's the pride of our clan!"
"Was," Hiroshi corrected with a grin. "I did some experiments. Let's just say, it's got room for improvement."
As his father unfurled the scroll, his serious expression turned into a mix of amazement and, oddly enough, concern. "You came up with this... by experimenting? Alone?"
"Well, sort of. I mean, I didn't exactly have Neji as a sparring partner, though that might've been fun," Hiroshi quipped, winking at the three-year-old, who giggled in response.
His father sighed, folding the scroll back up. "Today, there's a clan meeting to discuss the Nine-Tails incident. You're joining us. The elders will want to hear about this technique—and your... 'experiments'. Don't share something like this to anyone!"
"Great," Hiroshi muttered, feigning enthusiasm. "I can't wait to spend hours being grilled by people who probably still think the earth is flat." 'like certain pink head'
His mother suppressed a chuckle behind her hand, while his aunt elbowed his uncle, who was trying very hard not to laugh out loud.
The scene transitioned as Hiroshi followed his father to the clan meeting hall. The grandeur of the space, with its high ceilings and ancestral tapestries, was as overwhelming as ever. He adjusted his robes, bracing himself for what promised to be a very long morning.
"Well," he said, stepping inside. "Let the yelling begin."