The Root facility was buried deeper than any Konoha archive.
No signs. No chakra trails. No surface access. Just a dead riverbed near the outer forests, and an unnatural stillness in the air. Even the birds avoided it.
But Naruto didn't need signs.
He had memory.
He had hatred.
He had time.
It took him three days to unravel the underground labyrinth — each breath, each silent hall. He mapped it in his mind, like carving through old wounds. Every corridor, every shift in pressure, every metal door sealed with ANBU-grade encryption… he traced it all with patience no one ever thought he had.
Tonight, he'd burn it out from the inside.
He didn't announce himself.
The first agent never even saw him.
A blade through the spine. No scream. Dragged into the dark before the body hit the ground.
The second turned too late — found a seal clinging to his throat like a parasite. His windpipe sealed shut. His body convulsed. Still breathing. Dying silently.
Naruto walked through the hallway like smoke — silent, bloody, efficient.
Each step was a message.
Every death a syllable.
He wasn't just killing Danzo's agents.
He was erasing the lie they were built on.
He moved without words. His eyes were glowing, not with power — with silence.
Red. Cold. Final.
Chains whispered from his back, weaving around corners like serpents made of chakra and malice. They impaled through walls. Dragged men into ceilings. Snapped bones with surgical rhythm.
One Root captain saw him — screamed the alarm.
Naruto let him scream.
Then unleashed a new seal.
"Dead Silence Seal – Level 3."
The scream stopped mid-throat. The alarm seals cracked like ice.
And then Naruto was on him.
No flashy jutsu. Just blade. Just force. Just hatred sharpened into silence.
Danzo's facility wasn't just stone and steel.
It was history.
It was the graveyard of shinobi who never got names.
Naruto walked through it like a curse made real.
Room by room.
Seal by seal.
Until finally…
He reached the records vault.
Thousands of scrolls.
Names. Missions. Classified betrayals. Children turned into weapons. Lives rewritten.
He stood there.
Motionless.
And then, without blinking, he raised both palms and whispered:
"Cleanse."
The walls exploded in spirals of burning chakra script.
The fire was silent. Sealing flames — fed by his blood and will alone — that consumed paper, steel, chakra barriers. Everything.
He didn't keep any of it.
He didn't want secrets.
He wanted erasure.
Behind him, three elite Root operatives stood.
Hidden by invisibility seals.
Their chakra cloaked.
He spoke without turning.
"You've had your time."
One lunged.
A chain through the jaw.
The second tried a genjutsu.
Naruto's eyes glowed red — not Sharingan. Not yet. Just fury refined into sight.
He moved through the illusion without hesitation.
His kunai slit the man's throat as if cutting fabric.
The last tried to run.
Naruto didn't chase.
The chain found his heart from a hundred meters away.
Pulled.
Crushed.
No escape.
None ever had.
The last chamber held what Danzo had called his "Vault of Candidates."
Children.
Asleep in tubes.
Being grown. Conditioned.
Naruto stood in front of the glass.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't hesitate.
He placed a scroll on the console and whispered, "Rest."
The seals activated.
Each chamber was dismantled.
Peacefully.
No suffering.
Only freedom.
And silence.
Because Naruto didn't kill children.
He killed the idea of making them weapons.
Danzo wasn't in the facility.
He knew that.
But he wasn't here for Danzo.
Not tonight.
He was here for the roots.
You don't kill a tree by cutting the leaves.
You poison the soil.
He left without a word.
And as the entire underground network collapsed behind him — sealed from the inside, imploding under centuries of blood — he didn't look back.
He didn't need to.
Because the message had already been written.
In smoke. In fear.
And in the fact that Danzo would wake up tomorrow with nowhere left to hide.
Across the villages, news spread.
A total blackout in Root communication.
Whispers of a spiral carved into a steel vault.
Not painted.
Burned in.
ANBU teams sent in to investigate found nothing but ash and silence.
Even their tracking nin couldn't find a trace.
Not a drop of chakra.
Not a single name tag.
Just the fear.
That the ghost with the chains wasn't just hunting criminals now.
He was dismantling nations.
One system at a time.
Danzo stood alone that night in his private study.
The candlelight flickered.
And on the floor, in faint black ink, a new seal had appeared.
He hadn't seen it placed.
Didn't know when it arrived.
He only knew what it said.
"I Remember."