The Land of Iron had always been neutral. Its mountains, tall and white, had stood for centuries without bending to the wars of the five nations. Peace was forged here not by words, but by steel.
Now, it would see fire again.
Because Naruto Uzumaki had arrived.
Not by invitation.
But by declaration.
Within the great dome of the Kage Summit, tension was already thick. The Raikage's fists were shaking against the table. The Mizukage smiled too sweetly. The Tsuchikage dozed, snoring lightly. And Danzo Shimura—acting Hokage of Konoha—sat in silent arrogance, his face calm, but his eye shifting beneath the bandages.
"I still say we should kill him," the Raikage growled. "The Uchiha brat is still alive. You people are coddling a traitor."
Gaara said nothing. He simply stared at the center of the table.
Danzo spoke slowly. "The matter of Uchiha Sasuke is under investigation. As is the return of… Uzumaki Naruto."
They all turned to him.
Even Gaara looked up.
"You're admitting he's alive?"
Danzo smiled thinly. "He was never confirmed dead. But yes… new reports suggest that he is active. Highly dangerous. Traveling with at least one jinchūriki."
Just then—
The room shook.
A cold wave of chakra swept through the dome like a ghost.
Guards stood. The Raikage's fist glowed.
Danzo's eye widened just slightly.
"He's here," Ao muttered. "I can feel it. It's—like a beast wearing a man's shape."
The doors burst open—
Not from force.
But because the shadows opened for him.
Naruto walked in, Fū behind him.
No cloak now. His sleeveless black gi revealed the seal tattoo on his shoulder. His long blood-red hair was tied back, his eyes cold, expression unreadable.
Every Kage stood.
Except Danzo.
Naruto didn't bow.
Didn't greet.
He spoke one name.
"Danzo."
Guards moved.
Naruto flicked his hand.
All of them collapsed.
Unconscious.
Breathing.
But out.
Without a sound.
"Don't move," the Raikage warned, lightning sparking around him.
Naruto looked at him.
Once.
And the Raikage froze—not from fear, but from the weight of the chakra he now sensed.
It wasn't bijuu chakra.
It wasn't even killing intent.
It was hatred made still.
A thunderstorm in human skin.
Danzo stood. "Uzumaki Naruto. You are interrupting an international conference."
Naruto smiled faintly. "You're not a Hokage. You're a corpse."
The Raikage stepped forward. "I won't let you—"
"I'm not here for the rest of you," Naruto said quietly. "Leave now, or bleed."
Gaara stood now, calm but stern. "What are you planning?"
Naruto glanced at him.
And for a flicker—
His expression cracked.
"…Don't interfere. Please."
Gaara nodded.
Danzo smirked and ripped his cloak open.
Eleven Sharingan revealed on his arm.
And one hidden under his bandage.
"You think you can win?"
Naruto's eyes glowed.
"You think you can run?"
The dome exploded.
Combat erupted into chaos.
Danzo flickered from reality—Izanagi.
Naruto anticipated it.
Each time Danzo "died," Naruto left a seal behind—scorch marks on the air itself.
The Raikage joined the fight once Naruto's rage cracked the walls.
Fū protected the other Kage.
Ao recognized the chakra suppression fields Naruto summoned and screamed warnings.
Danzo tried to escape through a vortex seal—
Naruto appeared behind him—
And plunged his katana through Danzo's real heart.
"You'll never touch another eye again."
Danzo gasped.
Naruto gripped his arm and sliced it off.
He took Shisui's Sharingan.
Stored it in a seal scroll.
No transplant.
Not yet.
Then—
Naruto burned Danzo's body to ash.
In front of everyone.
The summit descended into chaos.
The Raikage roared.
Gaara held him back.
The Mizukage said nothing—but stared at Naruto with fascination.
Fū walked to his side.
The Tsuchikage muttered, "What a monster we let live."
Naruto stood in the wreckage of the council hall.
Not a scratch on him.
And said:
"This world took everything from me. I'm just here to return the favor."