Hokage: Reborn as Hokage, Starting with Saving Jiraiya

The rooftop outside the Hokage office trembled under the weight of chaos, the midday sun casting harsh shadows across the shattered scene. Tsunade stood rigid, her fists clenched, her amber eyes blazing with a storm of confusion and fury. Before her, Danzo crumpled to his knees, blood streaming from the gaping socket where his right eye had been, his severed arm clutched in Naruto's grip. The air crackled with disbelief—Jiraiya, Kakashi, and the ANBU guards frozen in a tableau of shock, while Mito Menyan and Koharu peered from the broken window, their faces pale with horror.

Tsunade's mind reeled. What is Naruto doing? He'd promised a revelation about the Fourth Hokage, not this—this audacious assault on Danzo in the heart of Konoha. Her head pounded as she tried to reconcile the boy who dreamed of being Hokage with the figure now standing defiant, Danzo's blood staining his hands. It wasn't just rebellion—it was madness, teetering on treason. And yet, his calm unnerved her, as if every move had been calculated.

Jiraiya's voice broke the silence, low and strained. "Naruto, what the hell is this?"

Danzo's remaining eye burned with rage, his voice a ragged snarl. "You'll pay for this, Tsunade! Your pet Jinchuriki's gone rogue!"

Naruto turned, his gaze locking onto Danzo with icy precision. "How's it feel, Danzo-sama?" he said, his tone cutting through the chaos. "When you gouged out Uchiha Shisui's eye, did you ever imagine this day?"

The words detonated like a bomb. Kakashi's hand faltered, the Raikiri flickering out as he stared at Naruto. "You're saying that's Shisui's eye?"

Naruto nodded, pulling a small vial of culture fluid from his pouch—prepared days ago under Shizune's unwitting aid—and dropped the bloodied Sharingan inside. "Why else would I bother?"

Shizune's eyes widened, realization dawning. She'd thought it was for a frog tadpole experiment—Naruto's lie had been meticulous. Danzo lurched forward, his voice a guttural roar. "Lies! Shisui gave it to me willingly—Tsunade, end this traitor now, or my Root will!"

Naruto's smirk was cold. "Not so fast." With a buzz of chakra, he vanished, reappearing behind Danzo in a heartbeat. "Your right arm's mine too."

Danzo spun, terror flashing across his face, but Naruto's kunai was faster—a glint of steel slicing through flesh and bone. Another buzz, and he stood back where he'd started, Danzo's severed arm dangling from his grip, blood pooling beneath the elder's crumpled form. The move was textbook Flying Thunder God—Minato's signature, executed with ruthless precision. Naruto had marked Danzo during the eye strike, anticipating resistance, drawing everyone outside to isolate his target.

Kakashi lunged to Danzo's side, shielding him as Shizune rushed forward, hands glowing with healing chakra. "Hold still, Danzo-sama!" she urged, her voice tight. ANBU swarmed to Tsunade's defense, blades drawn, while Mito Menyan and Koharu retreated deeper into the office, their shouts of protest muffled by fear.

Jiraiya's roar cut through the din. "Naruto, do you even know what you're doing?!"

Ignoring him, Naruto ripped the bandages from Danzo's severed arm, revealing a grotesque limb studded with Sharingan eyes, their red glow dulled by metal seals. Tsunade's breath caught, her voice sharp. "That's Grandfather's Hashirama cells—transplanted."

Jiraiya's eyes narrowed, spotting the sealing strips. "And those seals… something's locked in there."

Naruto tossed the arm aside, his gaze fixed on Danzo. "So many Sharingan, Danzo-sama—must've been a burden. I've lightened your load today."

Danzo's head lolled, his body trembling from blood loss, his lone eye wide with dread. "Who… are you?" he rasped, doubt creeping into his fury. This wasn't the brash kid he'd dismissed—this was a predator, surgical and unrelenting.

Jiraiya stepped forward, his voice grave. "Naruto, you realize what this means? You've crossed a line."

Naruto exhaled, steady despite the chaos. "I know. But I had to."

Tsunade's patience snapped. "Give him back his arm and eye, Naruto—there's still a way to fix this!"

Danzo snarled, cutting her off. "No! I want him dead!"

Naruto raised his hands in mock helplessness. "See, Granny? He's not making it easy." Then his tone hardened, eyes locked on Danzo. "Don't die yet, Danzo-sama. I'm leaving your life for Sasuke. Your hands are soaked in Uchiha blood—his kill, his closure."

He turned, chakra flaring as he prepared to vanish. Jiraiya's shout stopped him cold. "Wait! Is this about avenging Sasuke's clan? Where are you going next?"

Naruto glanced back, his expression unreadable. "No vengeance, Sensei—just necessity. Shisui's eye, those Sharingan—they're mine now. As for where I'm headed, don't worry. You'll hear my name soon enough."

Jiraiya's jaw tightened, teeth grinding. "You're defecting from Konoha."

"No matter what Konoha brands me," Naruto said, voice firm, "I'm still Uzumaki Naruto."

With a final buzz, he disappeared, leaving the rooftop in stunned silence. Tsunade's fists shook, Jiraiya's shoulders slumped, and Danzo's ragged breaths rasped against the wind. The ANBU stood poised, useless without a target. Shizune worked frantically to staunch Danzo's bleeding, but his glare never left Tsunade, promising retribution.

In the quiet of his hidden retreat—a shadowed attic miles from the village—Naruto knelt, the culture vial and severed arm before him. His breath steadied as he replayed the chaos. The goal was achieved: Shisui's eye, Danzo's arsenal of Sharingan, stripped away in one brutal strike. He'd gambled everything—his place in Konoha, the trust of those he loved—to neuter Danzo's threat. Sasuke's redemption, Konoha's safety—they hung in the balance, and he'd tipped the scales.

The Sharingan in the vial stared back, a crimson testament to his resolve. Danzo's genjutsu—Distinguished Heavenly Gods—could've enslaved them all, a silent coup from within. The arm's implanted eyes, fueled by Hashirama cells, hinted at deeper schemes—Izanagi, perhaps, or worse. Naruto couldn't risk it. Sasuke deserved the final blow, but Naruto had cleared the path.

He leaned back, the weight of his actions settling like a stone in his chest. Tsunade's fury, Jiraiya's fear—they'd brand him a rogue, a traitor. Hinata's face flashed in his mind—her promise to stand by him, their ramen date he'd never keep. Forgive me, he thought, echoing the tears he'd shed that morning. But this was bigger than them, bigger than Konoha. The ninja world teetered on a precipice, and he'd just taken the first step to pull it back.

Outside, the village buzzed with whispers of the attack, Danzo's screams fueling rumors. Tsunade would scramble to contain the fallout, Jiraiya to understand his wayward student. Danzo, broken but alive, would plot revenge. Naruto rose, sealing his spoils in a scroll. His path was set—outcast or savior, he'd carve it alone, until the day Konoha called him back.

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