[Naruto Grandfather] Chapter 111 - 115

Chapter 111

Bang!

The guardian ninja, already trapped in Naruto's grip, had no chance to defend against the powerful sweep. With a forceful strike, Naruto sent the ninja soaring through the air, spinning in an elegant arc before crashing down like a falling crow.

Despite their predicament, the ninja's loyalty to the Daimyo burned strong. Even as they were flung into the air, they roared defiantly, their voices filled with unyielding resolve:

"Naruto Uzumaki! If you dare to offend the Daimyo estate, we will return to stop you!"

Naruto, having already withdrawn the Nine-Tails Chakra, scoffed at their determination. He pouted dismissively before casually forming a massive ball of glowing chakra in his hand.

"Odama Rasengan, go!"

He hurled the spiraling sphere of energy toward the airborne ninja.

Boom!

The attack detonated with a deafening explosion. The ground shook violently as smoke and dust erupted into the air, swallowing the hapless shinobi in its wake. The battlefield fell silent, their voices extinguished.

Satisfied, Naruto dusted off his hands and turned his attention to the Daimyo’s mansion. Without hesitation, he strode through the gates, his presence commanding and unchallenged.

Inside, a wave of fear swept through the gathered guards and servants. Witnessing the earth-shattering power Naruto had just unleashed, they trembled like soaked quails in the rain. None dared to stand against him. They scattered like leaves in a storm, leaving Naruto to roam freely through the lavish estate as if it were his own.

But—

"Damn it! Why is this place such a maze?!" Naruto grumbled, his annoyance growing as he wandered through the sprawling mansion. "I'm about to get lost!"

Spying a servant cowering behind a fish tank in the garden, Naruto stormed over. He yanked the trembling man out of his hiding spot and demanded, "Hey, you! Where does the Daimyo’s son live?"

The terrified servant, unwilling to defy the powerful shinobi, raised a trembling hand and pointed toward a distant courtyard.

With a clear direction in mind, Naruto wasted no time. Too impatient to follow the winding paths, he cloaked himself in the Nine-Tails Chakra and charged straight through walls, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. In less than a minute, he reached the residence of the Daimyo’s sons.

Inside, chaos erupted.

"Ahhh! Don’t eat me!"

The youngest of the three sons, a boy no older than six, froze in terror. Seeing Naruto burst through the wall, cloaked in a menacing red aura, his face turned ghostly pale. He wailed uncontrollably, his cries filling the air.

Naruto blinked in surprise, taken aback by the boy’s reaction. Glancing up, he noticed the other two sons—one around ten years old and the other twelve—also staring at him with wide eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Ugh," Naruto muttered awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "These kids are more timid than I thought."

In an attempt to ease their fears, Naruto forced a grin and tried to look friendly. "Hahaha, you might not believe it, but I’m a good guy!"

Unfortunately, his efforts backfired. His grin, combined with the fox-like features emphasized by the ominous red cloak, only heightened the children's terror. All three burst into tears, wailing even louder than before.

Naruto was completely at a loss.

"What the heck? Even the Daimyo's kids are just ordinary brats... timid as hell," he muttered. Then, shaking his head, he decided to cut straight to the point.

"Alright, listen up!" he announced. "Your father, the current Daimyo of the Land of Fire, has been kidnapped by Konoha ninjas. I need a new Daimyo! So... which one of you wants the job?"

Naruto expected silence or reluctance, given their earlier fear. But to his surprise, the older two boys immediately stopped crying. Their faces lit up with eagerness.

"I’m the eldest son! As the firstborn, I should be the Daimyo!"

"No way! I’m the smartest, and Father loves me the most. I’m clearly the best choice to be Daimyo!" the ten-year-old countered. He then leaned closer, his eyes glinting with cunning. "If you make me the Daimyo, I’ll even give you half of the treasure in the Daimyo’s vault!"

Naruto stood dumbfounded as the two boys bickered over the position, seemingly indifferent to the fact that their father had been kidnapped.

"So greedy... and they’re just kids," Naruto thought, a chill running down his spine. "If the Daimyo were still here, they’d probably fight over his position just the same."

Despite his annoyance, Naruto couldn’t help but feel a flicker of gratitude toward the Konoha ninjas who had framed him.

"Sure, they set me up, but they’ve also made things way easier," he mused, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

With his decision made, Naruto pointed at the youngest child, who was still sobbing uncontrollably. "Enough arguing. I’ve already decided—he’s the new Daimyo of the Land of Fire!"

The two older boys froze, their jaws dropping in disbelief. Then, their shock turned to fury.

"WHAT?!"

They glared at Naruto, their expressions filled with rage, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Naruto, unfazed, simply sneered and channeled more of the Nine-Tails Chakra. The oppressive, malevolent energy radiated from him in waves, silencing the boys instantly.

The two dropped to the ground like frightened animals, trembling violently.

"Please... don’t kill us!" they whimpered in unison.

Chapter 112

Naruto glanced at the two older boys sprawled on the ground, trembling. The mockery in his eyes deepened, and a disdainful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You two actually think you’re fit to be the Daimyo? Pathetic! If this is the standard for a Daimyo, it’s no wonder the position is so worthless."

With that, Naruto dismissed them entirely. Turning his attention to the youngest child, he hoisted him up and carried him away like a sack of potatoes.

Halfway through the walk, a sudden thought struck him.

"Wait a minute... I have no idea how to make this kid the Daimyo!" Naruto muttered, scratching his head in confusion.

He glanced down at the child in his arms and asked, "Hey, kid, do you know how this works?"

The boy, still clinging tightly to Naruto, looked up with an aggrieved expression. His cheeks puffed slightly as he pouted and answered, "I don’t know!"

Then, as if summoning some courage, he added indignantly, "And I’m not pathetic! I have a name—my name is Hikaru!"

Naruto’s furrowed brow softened as he heard the boy’s defiant response. A chuckle escaped his lips, and his mood visibly lightened.

"Alright, alright, I’ll call you Hikaru. No more ‘Pathetic.’" He nodded, then teased, "Still, Hikaru, you’re the son of a Daimyo, and yet you don’t even know how to become one? That’s pretty lame."

Hikaru, despite being only seven years old, seemed to sense that Naruto meant no harm. His initial fear gradually faded, and he mustered the courage to speak in a low voice, "My father’s so scary... I don’t even dare to talk to him."

The boy hesitated before continuing, "By the way... can I not be the Daimyo? You don’t even know how to make me one anyway." His voice dropped even further as he added, "If I become the Daimyo, my father will definitely kill me when he comes back!"

Naruto froze. The casual way Hikaru spoke of being killed startled him.

This is supposed to be a time of peace, Naruto thought. Even in the darker corners of Konoha, I rarely heard anyone talk about killing so lightly before the age of twelve. Yet here’s the son of a Daimyo, someone who should live in luxury, speaking of it like it’s nothing.

The realization left him momentarily speechless. Finally, he sighed and muttered, "It seems no place is truly free from darkness..."

Hikaru nodded solemnly, his small face unusually mature for his age. His silent agreement was tinged with hope that Naruto might reconsider forcing him into the Daimyo role.

But before Hikaru’s relief could settle, Naruto’s demeanor shifted. A fiery determination lit up his face as he declared, "That’s exactly why I’m going to build a Shin-Konoha! One day, a blazing red flame will illuminate every shadow in this world."

Hikaru stared at him, his heart pounding with a mixture of panic and admiration. The boy had never encountered someone so full of passion and conviction before. It was overwhelming, yet strangely inspiring.

If only I could be like him, Hikaru thought wistfully.

Naruto was about to launch into a grand speech about his ambitions, but Hikaru’s soft words stopped him.

Naruto’s expression shifted to a sheepish grin as he rubbed his nose. "You know, I only got to this point because of my grandpa. He always believed in me, and that gave me hope."

He placed a reassuring hand on Hikaru’s head and said warmly, "If you become the Daimyo, I’ll take care of you, just like my grandpa took care of me. There’s no need to be envious—you can be just like me someday."

Hikaru’s eyes glistened with emotion. Naruto’s words filled him with a sense of security he hadn’t felt before. The fear of his father’s wrath began to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of hope.

But reality quickly reasserted itself, and Hikaru hesitated. "Still... you don’t know how to make me a Daimyo," he reminded Naruto, his voice tinged with both curiosity and doubt.

Naruto’s confident expression faltered, replaced by a comical look of frustration. Scratching his head and tugging at his hair, he paced back and forth like a restless monkey.

Inside Naruto’s mind, the Nine-Tails chuckled lazily. "If you’re clueless, why not ask Lord Chito?" the beast suggested, its deep voice tinged with amusement. "That old guy lived through the era of the Uzumaki Clan and the Land of Whirlpools. By your human standards, he’s practically royalty."

Naruto froze mid-step, his eyes lighting up with realization. "Of course! How could I forget Grandpa Chito?!"

Excitedly, Naruto cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. Taking a deep breath, he bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Grandpa! Where are you? I need your help—RIGHT NOW!"

The sound of his voice echoed through the capital of the Land of Fire, booming like thunder.

Deep within Naruto, the Nine-Tails smirked slyly. Silly boy, you have no idea that the talisman jade you’re wearing is already connected to your grandpa. He’s been watching you this whole time. No need to shout so loud.

But the beast said nothing, choosing instead to enjoy the spectacle. Watching Naruto flail about in his frantic search for Uzumaki Chito was rare entertainment, and the Nine-Tails wasn’t about to spoil the fun.

Meanwhile, Naruto’s voice reverberated across the city like a tidal wave, startling everyone within earshot.

Chapter 113

Uzumaki Chito soared through the night sky, his sharp eyes fixed on the shadows of two Konoha operatives cautiously fleeing the city.

Through his observations, he had pieced together their role in the unfolding events. These two were pawns, stationed by Konoha in the Land of Fire’s capital to manipulate the conflict between the Land of Fire’s Guardian Ninja and Naruto.

Such treachery would not go unpunished. However, Chito had no intention of ending their lives too quickly.

He had planned to wait until the two operatives passed through the city gates and relaxed their guard. At that opportune moment, he would strike, delivering a surprise so devastating it would send them straight to hell.

But, as fate would have it, his plans were interrupted. Naruto’s voice, loud and insistent, echoed through the air, summoning him.

With a resigned shake of his head, Chito muttered to himself, "I suppose I’ll have to cut this short. Consider yourselves lucky—I was going to let you live just a little longer."

His voice, though quiet, was carried by the wind. For ordinary people, it would have been inaudible. But for seasoned Konoha elites, even the faintest sound could trigger their sharp instincts.

The two operatives froze mid-step, their heads snapping upward in unison. When their eyes met the figure in the sky—clad in a moon-white kimono, with flowing red hair that shimmered like fire—they felt an overwhelming sense of despair.

"Uzumaki Chito!!" they gasped in unison, their voices trembling with fear.

Hovering above them, Chito regarded the two trembling figures with a faint sigh.

"At least you’re still standing," he remarked, his tone tinged with mockery. "That’s already a step above those pitiful Guardian Shinobi."

He paused, then added with chilling finality, "For that, I’ll grant you one chance: end your own lives."

The two Konoha operatives exchanged glances, their expressions filled with resignation. Chito’s words were ambiguous—was he praising their resolve or ridiculing their plight? It hardly mattered.

"It’s over," one of them murmured, his voice heavy with despair. He closed his eyes, drawing a short blade from his side. Its edge gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Encountering Uzumaki Chito means death is inevitable. To die quickly, by my own hand, is a mercy."

With a swift motion, the blade cut across his throat, leaving a crimson streak in its wake. Blood gushed out, pooling at his feet as his body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

The second operative, however, hesitated. His hand trembled as he tried to steady his blade. No matter how many times he raised it, he couldn’t bring himself to deliver the fatal blow.

Finally, overwhelmed by fear, he dropped to his knees. Looking up at Chito, he pleaded desperately, "My lord, I surrender! I’ll join Shin-Konoha—I’ll serve you faithfully!"

Chito’s expression hardened, his lips curling in disgust. His eyes burned with disdain as he spat, "Shin-Konoha is no garbage dump for the likes of you."

With a sharp exhale, Chito released a burst of white energy that condensed into a blade. It streaked through the air, piercing the chest of the kneeling operative with deadly precision.

The man let out a guttural scream as a gaping hole appeared in his chest, blood spilling out in torrents. Yet the attack didn’t kill him instantly.

"Ahhhh!" The man writhed in agony, his face contorted into a grotesque mask of pain. Blood smeared his features, making him look like a demon straight out of hell.

"Kill me!" he wailed, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, just end it!"

But Chito merely sneered. Without sparing him another glance, he turned and began to drift away, his voice cold and unfeeling.

"That is the price of making me dirty my hands."

The man’s cries grew weaker as despair consumed him. His thoughts turned inward, filled with regret.

Why didn’t I take my chance and end it earlier? Why did I grovel? I’m such a fool!

Meanwhile, Chito remained indifferent to the man’s torment. He neither knew nor cared about the operative’s final thoughts.

Instead, he followed Naruto’s voice, descending upon the Daimyo’s mansion with practiced ease. Landing gracefully, he locked eyes with Naruto, his expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

"Naruto," Chito began, his tone sharp and uncompromising, "you have five minutes to give me a reason—a good one—for calling me here. If not..."

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them. "When we return to Shin-Konoha, I’ll personally train you for five minutes every day."

The threat sent shivers down Naruto’s spine. Unlike others who underestimated Chito, Naruto was fully aware of his grandpa’s capabilities.

Though Chito often appeared kind and gentle, his strength and ruthlessness in battle were nothing short of terrifying. The mere thought of enduring his "training" was enough to make Naruto’s blood run cold.

Even a single minute of Chito’s personal training would feel like a nightmare. Five minutes a day? Unthinkable.

Panicking, Naruto blurted out his explanation at breakneck speed, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush.

"Grandpa! This is the Daimyo I found!" he began, gesturing toward Hikaru, who stood nervously by his side.

"But neither of us knows what it takes to actually become a Daimyo! I didn’t know who else to ask, so I called you! The Nine-Tails said that back when the Uzumaki Clan was still alive, you were the son of a Daimyo. That’s why I thought you’d know how this works!"

Chapter 114

Uzumaki Chito was at a loss for words after hearing Naruto’s question.

How to make someone a Daimyo? Do I really have to explain that?

The answer seemed obvious to him: gather all the ministers in the capital, ask, "Who supports and who opposes?" Then eliminate the dissenters. The survivors would naturally fall in line.

Even the underworld understood this basic principle, so why didn’t Naruto?

Then it dawned on him—this wasn’t his previous life, where foundations like "The prince and the pauper are born equal" existed. This was the world of shinobi, where power was an odd paradox.

Here, ninjas capable of splitting mountains, crossing oceans, and annihilating armies still bowed to powerless daimyo, surviving on meager mission pay and scraping by on commissions for protecting others.

Even the so-called mighty Konoha was just a mercenary village, albeit a well-organized one.

Given this absurd reality, it wasn’t surprising that Naruto, raised in such conditions, had no clue how to help someone ascend to power.

After a moment of reflection, Chito sighed. "Fine. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. I’ll accept that excuse."

Naruto visibly relaxed, a grin spreading across his face. But he wasn’t foolish enough to drop the matter entirely. Still wary of his grandpa’s temper, he asked tentatively, "So, Grandpa, do you know how to make Hikaru a Daimyo?"

Chito rolled his eyes and retorted, "What? Do I look like someone who wouldn’t know? Just listen to my orders and stop overthinking everything!"

Naruto, far from offended, grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Got it! I’ll do whatever you say!"

Chito, exasperated by Naruto’s easygoing demeanor, waved a dismissive hand. "Fine, stop hovering around me. Use your Shadow Clone Jutsu and go round up every minister in the city."

"Got it!" Naruto declared enthusiastically. Pressing his index and middle fingers together, he executed the classic hand sign.

Boom!

An explosion of chakra filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, countless copies of Naruto appeared, swarming the Daimyo’s mansion. The courtyard was soon packed wall to wall with identical figures, each radiating Naruto’s boundless energy.

For anyone with a phobia of dense crowds, it would have been a nightmare-inducing sight.

The real Naruto stood amidst the chaos, his hands on his hips, his nose wrinkled in confidence. "Alright, everyone! Follow Grandpa’s orders and round up those ministers!"

The clones mirrored his stance, each wiping their nose in unison. Then, as one, they shouted, "Got it! We’ll get those ministers, Grandpa!"

Their combined voices created a deafening roar, a thunderous wave of sound that echoed through the mansion. Hikaru, standing beside Naruto and Chito, winced and clutched his ears.

Yet despite the overwhelming noise, the young boy’s eyes sparkled with wonder. His fear had been replaced by awe as he gazed at the countless clones.

"Is this... ninjutsu?" Hikaru whispered, his voice filled with amazement. "It’s incredible!"

Chito glanced at the boy, his curiosity piqued. The Daimyo’s children were no strangers to him. Decades ago, during Konoha’s founding, he had accompanied Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara to secure the Fire Daimyo’s recognition of the village.

That encounter had left Chito with a sour impression of the Daimyo—vain, hypocritical, and steeped in intrigue. He hadn’t expected to find anything admirable among their descendants.

Yet Hikaru seemed different. Chito couldn’t help but ask, "Your name is Hikaru, right? Why don’t you seem like the usual Daimyo’s offspring?"

Hikaru’s excitement dimmed. His expression grew somber, and he looked down, his voice tinged with sadness. "Everyone says it’s because of my mother..."

"Your mother?" Chito repeated, surprised.

To him, the marriages of daimyo were little more than political transactions, arranged to strengthen alliances between noble families. After centuries of such unions, it wasn’t uncommon for daimyo across nations to share bloodlines.

What could make Hikaru’s mother so different?

Then, a thought struck him.

Sixty years ago, during Konoha’s early days, Senju Tobirama had suggested marrying a daughter of the Senju clan to the Fire Daimyo to solidify ties between the village and the country.

Both Chito and Hashirama had opposed the idea, knowing the Senju clan’s straightforward nature would make them easy prey in the cutthroat world of court politics.

But Tobirama was nothing if not persistent. It wouldn’t have been out of character for him to pursue the plan after Chito and Hashirama had stepped back from leadership.

Could Hikaru be a descendant of the Senju clan?

The possibility intrigued Chito. If true, it could explain why Hikaru seemed so unlike the scheming heirs of the Daimyo he had known.

Chapter 115

The more Uzumaki Chito thought about it, the more convinced he became of his theory. If it weren’t for the naïve bloodline of the Senju clan, how could a child descended from the daimyo—a lineage steeped in intrigue and manipulation—display such innocence?

Chito placed his hand gently on Hikaru’s small shoulder and channeled a stream of chakra into the boy’s body.

As he suspected, a familiar yang chakra lay dormant within Hikaru, its essence unmistakable.

"So, it’s true," Chito murmured to himself. "You carry the blood of the Senju clan in your veins."

Hikaru blinked up at him, confusion evident on his face. "Big brother, what’s this ‘Senju’ you’re talking about? And what’s with your hand? It’s all warm and tingly—it tickles!"

The title big brother made Chito’s face twitch. Though his appearance remained youthful thanks to his regenerative abilities, and his strength was godlike, he was used to being addressed as grandpa or Lord. To suddenly be called big brother felt jarring, even for him.

But what struck him even more deeply was Hikaru’s ignorance of the name Senju.

How could it come to this? Chito thought. Not so long ago, the Senju name, alongside Uchiha, had dominated an entire era. Now, less than sixty years after the death of Hashirama Senju, the name was fading into obscurity—even to descendants like Hikaru.

Chito sighed, a mix of sadness and resolve. "Child," he began, his tone gentle, "that warm sensation you feel is yang chakra. It represents the essence of the Senju clan—the power of life itself."

He looked directly into Hikaru’s curious eyes. "You carry the blood of the Senju in your veins. Never forget this name, for it is a legacy worth remembering."

Hikaru’s eyes widened as the weight of Chito’s words began to sink in. His small frame seemed to swell with pride as he nodded vigorously.

"I’ll remember, big brother! Senju... I’ll never forget it!"

Then, with a spark of realization, Hikaru asked, "Big brother, does that mean the Senju are your family too?"

Chito nodded, his expression softening. "Yes, they are."

Hikaru’s face lit up with excitement, though there was a hint of nervousness as he continued. "Naruto said that no matter what happens, he has his grandpa to protect him. If the Senju are your family, will you protect me too? If my father comes back and tries to hurt me, will you stop him?"

Chito studied the boy, his head tilted upward, eyes full of hope. Hikaru resembled a harmless rabbit seeking shelter from the storm. Chito couldn’t help but laugh, his hearty voice filling the space around them.

"Yes, Hikaru, you’re right. The Senju are my family," he said warmly. "As for protecting you..." Chito smirked teasingly. "That depends on you."

Hikaru blinked, confused but eager. "What do you mean?"

Chito’s smile widened. "Calling me big brother isn’t enough. Your ancestors were my apprentices—they called me grandpa. If you want my protection, you’ll have to do the same."

Understanding dawned on Hikaru’s face, and without hesitation, he beamed and shouted, "Grandpa!"

The word filled Chito with unexpected joy. He scooped up Hikaru, who barely reached his waist, and held him high.

"Good! From now on, you’re my grandson. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, Hikaru. You’ll be safe and secure for the rest of your life!"

At that moment, Naruto returned, his mission to summon the ministers of the Land of Fire complete. As he stepped into the room, he froze at the sight before him. Chito and Hikaru seemed unusually close, laughing together as if they had been family for years.

Naruto’s blue eyes widened in confusion and just a hint of jealousy. "Grandpa, what’s going on? I was only gone for a little while, and now you and Hikaru are acting like best friends!"

Naruto’s tone carried a tinge of childish envy. Chito had always cared for him deeply, but never before had he seen his grandpa so openly affectionate. For the first time, Naruto felt as if someone had stolen his spotlight.

Chito, with his keen observation and godlike insight, immediately noticed Naruto’s change in mood. Smiling knowingly, he reached out to ruffle Naruto’s hair.

"Naruto, don’t be jealous. I just discovered something interesting," Chito said. "Hikaru carries the blood of the Senju. That makes him your brother!"

Naruto blinked in surprise, the jealousy fading from his expression. "The Senju? You mean... like Granny Tsunade?"

Chito nodded.

Naruto’s face lit up with recognition. "Wow, so Hikaru’s related to Granny Tsunade? I thought she was the only one left in the Senju clan!"