[Naruto Grandfather] Chapter 106 - 110

Chapter 106

Naruto’s advantage was undeniable. The state of his Tailed Beast Possession placed him leagues ahead of Sasuke’s Heavenly Curse Seal. His six fiery tails lashed out, wrapping around Sasuke like unbreakable chains.

Sasuke struggled, his breathing growing labored as the crushing force of the tails constricted him. His vision blurred, and darkness began creeping at the edges of his consciousness.

Not far away, a Konoha ninja hidden in the shadows observed the battle with wide eyes. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he didn’t dare make a sound.

These two… they’re stronger than the Jonin back in the village, the ninja thought, his heart pounding. This is what it means to be at the quasi-Kage level.

Yet even with his newfound strength, Sasuke was being subdued by Naruto with apparent ease.

So this is why Naruto Uzumaki is an S-rank rogue ninja, the observer thought grimly.

Seeing Sasuke on the brink of defeat, the Konoha ninja grew anxious. His mission was clear: determine whether Sasuke and Naruto were allies or enemies. If they were hostile, his secondary goal was to recruit Sasuke.

But as the situation unfolded, it became evident that Sasuke was on the losing side. Worse still, it seemed Naruto had no intention of sparing him.

Naruto’s expression was cold, his focus unwavering. Sasuke had interfered too many times, and Naruto wasn’t about to let him off easily—Orochimaru’s pawn or not.

The six tails tightened their grip, each moment bringing Sasuke closer to suffocation.

Struggling against the crushing force, Sasuke’s Sharingan flared to life. The three tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly, their red glow piercing through the haze of pain.

From within Naruto’s consciousness, the Nine-Tails let out a low growl. “I hate those eyes,” it grumbled, its voice echoing with disdain.

The Sharingan had been a source of torment for the Nine-Tails on countless occasions, a tool of control that it had been subjected to too many times.

“In that case,” Naruto said with a smirk, “let’s destroy them.”

Sasuke’s Sharingan activated its full power, casting a powerful genjutsu in an attempt to trap Naruto in an illusory world. The air around them seemed to ripple as the illusion took shape.

But Sasuke’s hopes were quickly dashed. Naruto stood unaffected, his eyes clear and filled with a cold determination.

“What—?” Sasuke’s voice faltered as he realized his genjutsu had failed.

The tails around Sasuke slackened momentarily, a subtle hesitation that gave him just enough of an opening.

Sasuke seized the opportunity. Forming a series of hand seals, he used a simple but effective jutsu. “Body Replacement Jutsu!”

Though only a D-rank ninjutsu, its timing was perfect. Sasuke slipped free from the grip of the six tails, collapsing to the ground and gasping for air.

“Agh… ahem…” Sasuke coughed violently, his lungs burning as he inhaled deeply. The close brush with death left him shaken, but his will to fight remained unbroken.

Within Naruto’s consciousness, the Nine-Tails roared in fury. “Naruto, kill this kid! I despise those cursed eyes!”

The beast’s frustration boiled over. Though Sasuke’s Sharingan had only affected it briefly, the humiliation was unbearable.

Naruto, however, didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on Sasuke, but his body stayed still.

Sasuke, noticing the lack of pursuit, took a moment to recover. Though he was battered and bruised, his spirit burned with determination. This battle may have been a loss, but he had gained valuable experience.

“Next time, Naruto,” Sasuke said, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. “Next time, I’ll be the one to defeat you.”

With a powerful beat of his wings, Sasuke took to the sky. The wind carried him upward, and within moments, he was gone, leaving only his parting words behind.

Naruto watched Sasuke’s retreating figure with a mix of emotions. Part of him felt a twinge of envy—flight was an ability he wished he had.

If I could fly, I’d already be at the Daimyō’s mansion by now, he thought.

But Naruto knew that flight wasn’t a simple skill to master. Apart from a few rare Kekkei Genkai, there was no widely known ninjutsu that allowed prolonged flight. For now, he could only dream of such a convenience.

Chapter 107

As Sasuke Uchiha soared away, the Anbu observing the battle didn’t hesitate to follow.

Sasuke and Naruto are clearly enemies, he thought. That leaves room to negotiate with Sasuke. Perhaps his relationship with Konoha can still be salvaged.

Naruto, on the other hand, was a different story entirely. The ninja couldn’t shake the sense of futility in trying to deal with him. Naruto has become something else entirely—a force that can’t be reasoned with by Konoha anymore.

The Anbu Ninja adjusted his mask and quietly pursued Sasuke.

Naruto stood in the clearing, brushing debris off his jacket as he pulled out his map. He studied it intently, marking his location and tracing the quickest path to the Daimyo’s Mansion. Time was of the essence.

In the safety of his quarters, Uzumaki Chito observed everything through the talisman jade. The battle had been enlightening.

“So, Sasuke has received Orochimaru’s Heaven Curse Mark,” he mused aloud.

His fingers tapped against the table rhythmically as he pieced together the implications. Orochimaru had clearly taken his passing remarks about the Curse Mark seriously, diving even deeper into its study.

Using the Sharingan as experimental material… It’s a logical move, he thought. Sasuke Uchiha, with his latent potential, is the perfect candidate.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant. Orochimaru’s actions made it clear that he had no qualms about turning old grudges into new opportunities. Sasuke’s rivalry with Naruto wasn’t just personal anymore—it was a tool for Orochimaru to further his ambitions.

Chito’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts darkening. Orochimaru, tread carefully. If you stand against Shin-Konoha, I will not show mercy.

Far away, in the Land of Sound, Orochimaru paused mid-experiment, a sudden chill running down his spine. His golden eyes darted around the laboratory as an unshakable sense of foreboding settled over him.

“What… was that?” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Despite the unsettling sensation, Orochimaru returned to his work. He poured his focus into refining the replication of the Byakugan, achieving a milestone—his replica Byakugan now retained fifty percent of the original’s power.

This is impressive progress, Orochimaru thought, a rare smile gracing his lips. Hyuga Neji’s cooperation as a subject has proven invaluable.

However, his work with the Sharingan lagged behind. The lack of sufficient Uchiha specimens had stalled his progress. Sasuke Uchiha remained his most promising subject, but the Curse Mark came with its own risks.

Sasuke’s flight through the sky came to an abrupt end as the effects of the Curse Mark backlash began to take hold. The dark markings that had once surged with power now receded, leaving him pale and unsteady.

The wings on his back dissolved, folding into his body as he plummeted to the ground. He landed with a thud, barely conscious as exhaustion overtook him.

Nearby, the Anbu Ninja observing him couldn’t believe his luck. “A perfect opportunity,” he whispered to himself. Without hesitation, he hoisted the unconscious Sasuke onto his back. The Hokage will want to see this.

Meanwhile, Naruto’s detour had finally brought him to the Daimyo Mansion of the Fire Country. But something was wrong.

The mansion was eerily silent. The gates stood open, and no guards patrolled the perimeter. Naruto’s instincts flared with unease.

“What’s going on here?” he muttered under his breath.

He ventured further into the grounds, searching for answers. Spotting a villager nearby, Naruto approached cautiously. “Hey, what happened here?”

The villager, startled by Naruto’s sudden presence, hesitated before answering. “The Daimyo… he’s been captured by bandit. The guards have gone to search for him.”

Naruto blinked, momentarily stunned. Captured?

His frustration grew as he processed the news. I went through all that trouble to get here, only to find the Daimyo missing?

The situation felt absurdly familiar, dredging up memories of his earlier exploits. He recalled vividly the time he and his team had infiltrated the Daimyo Mansion of the Land of Lightning under the guise of bandit.

Shaking his head, Naruto refocused. “Do you know anything about these bandit? Who’s leading them?”

The villager’s expression grew wary, and he spoke reluctantly. “They say it’s a group of Konoha traitor. Their leader is… someone named Naruto Uzumaki.”

Chapter 108

"Shameless!"

Naruto’s voice hissed through gritted teeth, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration.

Now, everything made sense. The relentless appearances of Konoha ninjas along his journey, the constant skirmishes meant to delay him—it all connected. Their goal was to tarnish his name and prevent the Daimyo from recognizing Shin-Konoha.

It wasn’t just the deceit that angered him. He understood the necessity of underhanded tactics in completing a mission—he was a ninja, after all. What truly disgusted him was Konoha’s willingness to send loyal shinobi to their deaths for a plan that offered no guarantees.

“Heh. Cold-blooded. Ruthless. Isn’t this just Konoha’s usual style?” Naruto muttered bitterly, the resentment evident in his tone.

“Boy, did you only figure that out today?”

The Nine-Tails’ mocking voice echoed in Naruto’s mind, its sardonic tone dripping with amusement. Though Naruto couldn’t see its expression, he could imagine the fox’s sharp-toothed grin and its eyes gleaming with mockery.

Naruto’s gaze lowered as he clenched his fists, his voice cold. “Of course, it’s not the first time I’ve seen Konoha’s darkness. But they keep finding new ways to surprise me.”

The Nine-Tails chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Darkness? Hah! What you’ve seen is nothing. For Konoha, this isn’t darkness—it’s standard operating procedure.”

Naruto remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“At least those who die in the line of duty get their names on a memorial stone,” the Nine-Tails continued, its tone turning scornful. “The truly miserable ones? They’re killed by their own comrades, their names erased from history, trampled on, forgotten. When you see that, then you’ll understand what true darkness is.”

Naruto’s eyes flickered with determination. “That’s why I need to establish Shin-Konoha. To give those shinobi a place where they won’t be discarded like pawns.”

The Nine-Tails snorted but said nothing, sensing Naruto’s unwavering resolve.

“Right now, we need to find the Daimyo and clear this mess,” Naruto said firmly. “Nine-Tails, you’ve been sealed by Konoha for so long—surely you know their tricks. Help me figure out where they’ve hidden him!”

The moment those words left Naruto’s mouth, the Nine-Tails bristled.

“What did you say? Sealed for so long?” Its chakra flared angrily, pouring out of Naruto in waves. The crimson energy formed a Tailed Beast cloak around him, its ominous presence radiating dread.

The Nine-Tails’ voice thundered in Naruto’s mind. “Explain yourself, brat! What do you mean by ‘sealed for so long’?!”

Naruto sighed internally, realizing he had struck a nerve. Before he could calm the beast, its chakra spread further, enveloping the area in a suffocating aura.

The capital of the Fire Country fell into chaos. Citizens within the vicinity dropped to the ground, gasping as if a massive weight pressed down on their chests.

“Monster… it’s a monster!”

Terrified voices filled the streets as panicked civilians fled, their screams echoing through the city. Those closest to Naruto were paralyzed, unable to move under the crushing pressure of the Nine-Tails’ presence.

The commotion attracted the attention of two masked figures hidden in the shadows of a nearby alley. Their sharp movements and the cold precision of their demeanor marked them as members of Konoha’s ANBU.

“The prey has entered the trap,” one whispered, his voice barely audible. “Initiate Plan A.”

With a swift motion, they performed hand seals, transforming themselves into ordinary citizens with a puff of white smoke.

Feigning panic, they split up and ran through the streets, shouting at the top of their lungs.

“Naruto Uzumaki is here!”

“Naruto Uzumaki, the one who kidnapped the Daimyo, is here!”

Their voices carried through the city, drawing attention to their false narrative.

Elsewhere, the Twelve Guardian Ninja, who were protecting the Daimyo, heard the cries.

“What? Uzumaki is here?!” the leader roared, his anger boiling over. The shame of losing the Daimyo under their watch had already stung deeply. Hearing Naruto’s name ignited their fury further.

“Move out!” the leader barked, and the group immediately mobilized, their fire-patterned loincloths trailing behind them.

In the shadows, the disguised ANBU operatives smirked as their plan unfolded perfectly. With their mission complete, they slipped away unnoticed.

Back in the heart of the city, the Nine-Tails’ chakra pulsed, its ominous energy causing even Naruto to hesitate.

“Someone’s coming,” the Nine-Tails said abruptly. Its heightened senses detected the approaching Guardian Ninja Twelve.

Naruto leapt onto the roof of a nearby restaurant to get a better view. From his vantage point, he spotted the group advancing quickly, their black-and-red uniforms confirming their identity.

“The Guardian Ninja…” Naruto murmured, recognizing them immediately. The sight of their distinctive fire-patterned attire make him recognize them.

He realized the delicate nature of his situation. If he engaged them now, it would solidify the false narrative that he had kidnapped the Daimyo. Even if he managed to rescue the Daimyo later, convincing him of Shin-Konoha’s legitimacy would become nearly impossible.

“What should I do?” Naruto muttered, his mind racing for a solution.

On Shin-Konoha, Uzumaki Chito observed the scene through the talisman jade. A small smile played on his lips as he shook his head.

“Still too inexperienced,” he mused.

With a single step, he disappeared from his quarters, the space around him rippling like disturbed water.

In the capital of the Fire Country, a sudden and overwhelming presence descended from the sky. The air grew heavy, and an invisible force pressed down on everyone, compelling them to kneel.

Naruto froze as the figure materialized above the city.

It was Uzumaki Chito.

His presence alone was suffocating, his power radiating like the weight of the heavens. His sharp gaze swept across the Twelve Guardian Ninja, His voice cutting through the air like a blade.

“Hand over the Daimyo… or die.”

The leader of the Twelve Guardian Ninja clenched his fists, his body trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of the pressure.

Chapter 109

SLAP!
The crisp sound reverberated through the air as Uzumaki Chito’s hand moved with lightning speed, delivering a devastating blow to the leader of the Fire Country’s Guardian Ninja.

A wave of white energy, sharp as a blade, followed the strike, slicing through the air like a dragon in flight. The sheer force of it tore through the ninja leader’s cheek, shredding flesh and exposing the pale bone beneath.

“AHHHHH!”
A blood-curdling scream erupted from the leader as his hand instinctively flew to his mutilated face. Wet, sticky blood seeped through his fingers, staining his sleeves crimson.

“My face!” he howled, his voice raw and unrecognizable, a mix of agony and despair.

The sound grated on Uzumaki Chito’s nerves. His expression darkened, and his cold gaze fell upon the writhing ninja leader.

“If you scream again, I’ll ensure you have no grave to be buried in,” Chito said, his tone devoid of emotion but carrying an unshakable weight of authority.

The leader froze, his instincts screaming at him to stay silent. It felt as if he were a frog staring into the merciless eyes of a cobra, his life hanging by the thinnest thread.

The weight of Chito’s killing intent pressed on him like an avalanche. I’ll die… I’ll die if I move even a little.

The once-confident leader of the Guardian Ninja now cowered, head bowed, teeth clenched to stifle any sound.

The other guardian ninjas were no better. The moment Uzumaki Chito had appeared, his overwhelming presence had crushed their spirits. They lay sprawled on the ground, paralyzed with fear, not daring to lift their heads.

Chito let out a low scoff, his disdain evident as he surveyed the group.

“This is the Guardian Ninja of the Fire Country?” he said mockingly. “Pathetic. You can’t even protect yourselves. What exactly do you think you’re guarding?”

The guardian ninjas flinched but said nothing, their humiliation deepened by the truth of Chito’s words. How could they refute him? They hadn’t just failed to protect the Daimyo—they had lost him to a false Naruto Uzumaki.

Naruto, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but interject. “Grandpa, give them a break. These guys aren’t that bad. They can’t beat me, sure, but compared to regular folks, they’re decently strong—about on par with jonin.”

He paused, glancing at the battered group. “If it weren’t for Konoha meddling, they probably would’ve done their job just fine.”

At the mention of Konoha, the guardian ninjas’ expressions shifted. Realization dawned on them like a harsh light cutting through fog.

Though their strength had been belittled, they weren’t fools. Their initial anger had clouded their judgment, leading them to attack Naruto without question. But now, Naruto’s words and the events leading up to this moment made it painfully clear:

The culprit behind the Daimyo’s kidnapping was not Naruto Uzumaki but Konoha ninjas disguised as him.

One of the guardian ninjas clenched his fists, his voice trembling with rage. “Damn it! Those Konoha bastards! How dare they use the Daimyo like this? Do they have no respect for him?”

“Shameless,” another spat. “They’re willing to use the Daimyo as a pawn just to further their own agenda!”

Naruto observed the group with an odd look. While he sympathized with their anger toward Konoha, their outrage over “respect for the Daimyo” left him feeling amused.

Respect for the Daimyo? Naruto thought, his lips twitching as he suppressed a grin. He couldn’t forget his own past—storming the Daimyo’s Mansion in the Land of Lightning and personally taking down the Daimyo.

It wasn’t that he had any particular disdain for the concept of a Daimyo. But his reverence for the position was pragmatic at best, born out of necessity for Shin-Konoha’s survival. Their indignant loyalty to the Daimyo seemed almost comical in contrast.

Still, Naruto chose to stay silent, recognizing that for now, these guardian ninjas were allies. He couldn’t afford to alienate them.

“Uzumaki Chito. Naruto Uzumaki,” the guardian ninja leader said shakily, his voice still weak from fear and pain. “Please… help us. Save the Daimyo from Konoha.”

Chapter 110

Uzumaki Chito listened to the guardian ninjas’ plea, their voices trembling with desperation yet still tinged with an air of entitlement. His lips curled into a sneer as he responded:

“Help you rescue the Daimyo from Konoha?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone mocking. “What’s in it for me?”

The guardian ninjas froze, their pleas faltering. They exchanged confused glances, clearly unprepared for such a response.

Finally, an older guardian ninja stepped forward, his voice incredulous. “That’s the Daimyo! Isn’t rescuing him a duty for any ninja of the Land of Fire?”

Chito’s gaze darkened, his disdain palpable. The implication in the man’s words was clear: saving the Daimyo wasn’t a choice—it was an obligation.

Even Naruto felt the weight of the situation shift. He sighed internally, already predicting his grandfather’s reaction. You’ve dug your own grave, he thought.

Chito’s expression hardened. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a powerful gust of wind erupted, sweeping the guardian ninjas off their feet like scattered leaves. They crashed to the ground in a heap, utterly humiliated.

To Chito, it was no different than brushing away dust.

“Pathetic,” Chito muttered, his voice cold. He turned to Naruto, his sharp eyes locking onto him. “Naruto, do you know what you did wrong this time?”

Naruto blinked, taken aback. The series of chaotic events—Konoha’s ambushes, Sasuke’s sudden appearance, the false accusations—had left him with little time to reflect.

Now, with his grandfather’s stern question hanging in the air, Naruto began to piece it all together. His heart sank as he realized how easily he had been manipulated.

I’ve been led by the nose this entire time, he thought, a cold sweat forming on his brow. If it weren’t for Grandpa and the Nine-Tails, I’d be dead by now.

Muttering to himself, he admitted, “So this is what it means to be reckless in the face of strategy…”

Chito rolled his eyes, then smacked Naruto lightly on the head.

“Idiot!” he barked. “Who cares about strategy? Do you think Konoha’s schemes are stronger than your nine-tailed cloak or my fists? Stop overthinking all this nonsense!”

Naruto rubbed his head, wincing, but Chito’s words began to clear his muddled thoughts.

“What’s your mission?” Chito asked, his tone sharp.

Naruto straightened, his mind finally focusing. “To find the Daimyo of the Land of Fire and get him to recognize Shin-Konoha’s legitimacy.”

Chito nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Exactly. So focus on your mission. Anything that stands in your way—smash it to pieces! Kill anyone who dares block your path!”

Naruto hesitated, unsure. “But, Grandpa, the Daimyo’s been taken by Konoha. How can I complete the mission if I can’t even find him?”

Chito sighed heavily, shaking his head in exasperation. He placed a hand on Naruto’s head, as if trying to knock some sense into him.

“Minato was brilliant, and Kushina was cunning. How did two geniuses end up with such a simple-minded kid?” he muttered.

Naruto flushed, both embarrassed and annoyed.

Chito continued, his tone more measured. “If Konoha’s taken this Daimyo, then find another one! It doesn’t matter who the Daimyo is, as long as they recognize Shin-Konoha’s status. Do you understand now?”

Naruto’s eyes widened as the realization hit him. A wide grin spread across his face as he pumped his fists in excitement.

“You’re right!” he exclaimed. “I don’t need to chase after the Daimyo Konoha took—I can just make a new one!”

With renewed determination, Naruto turned and sprinted toward the Daimyo’s mansion.

Moments later, Naruto arrived at the grand gates of the mansion, his mind racing with ideas. However, before he could act, he spotted the guardian ninjas from earlier. They had returned, battered and disheveled but still clinging to their sense of duty.

Seeing Naruto approach, their leader, now bandaged and limping, pointed an accusatory finger.

“Uzumaki Naruto! What are you planning to do?” he demanded, his voice filled with frustration and desperation.

Naruto stopped, his expression calm but tinged with mockery. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk as he released a surge of Nine-Tails’ chakra.

The crimson energy swirled around him, forming six thick tails that lashed the air with destructive force.

“What do you think?” Naruto replied, his voice low and confident.

Without warning, the six tails snapped forward like whips, slamming into the guardian ninjas and sending them sprawling.