"The successor to the Fourth Hokage will be—Senju Homelander!"
(Note: Weird name right? Just pronounce it on japanese accent, Senju Homuranderu or something. I will keep it as it is because its more pleasant to my eyes. Btw, the characters saw it on japanese so they wouldn't think its weird.)
The aged voice echoed across the village square.
Everyone in Konoha heard it.
And so did "Senju Homelander," the man being declared the next Hokage.
As for the one supposedly chosen as the Fourth Hokage, he showed no excitement at all.
Instead, he looked utterly confused and strangely intrigued.
"So this is what happens after you get killed… the system just tosses you into another world? I thought that was it for me. Good—good…"
He let out a long breath, as if he'd just survived a fight to the death.
Which, to be fair, he had.
As a transmigrator, he had just returned from the world of The Boys—where he had been reborn as Homelander.
Knowing the original storyline, he didn't bother pretending to be some reserved, slow-growing "hero."
No, he let loose—fully embracing the instincts of Homelander and slaughtering anyone who dared oppose him.
In the end, things did go the way he wanted.
With the strongest powers on the planet, he became the unquestioned "god" and "savior" of mankind…
But he also became the number-one target of every other superpowered individual in the world.
Millions of people injected with Temporary Compound V swarmed him, blasted him into the sky, and tore him down.
Humiliating. Completely humiliating.
So this life?
He absolutely couldn't afford to be reckless again.
He couldn't massacre civilians outright—that would stir up massive resistance.
But gentle manipulation? That was still on the table.
If being enemies with the people wasn't "scientific," then he would simply brainwash them into absolute devotion.
"I'm a superhero—who wouldn't love Homelander?"
With that thought, he gave his signature smile.
The two-meter-tall man bent down slightly, calmly accepting the Hokage hat that the Third handed him—just like receiving a medal on a stage, spotlight shining down, the President handing him the honor.
"Congratulations, Senju Homelander. I hope you continue to carry the Will of Fire forward and pass down the legacy."
The Third Hokage smiled warmly at the cheering villagers.
"Where the leaves dance, the fire burns ever brighter. The Fourth Hokage, Senju Homelander, will lead us forward—protecting Konoha's peace."
He finished and began applauding.
The crowd followed with cheers.
"Long live the Third Hokage!"
"Long live the Fourth Hokage!"
The celebration reached its peak—
But just then, Homelander stepped forward and raised his hand for silence.
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
He remained perfectly calm.
"My friends, my comrades… When I was young, I always wondered—what exactly is the 'Will of Fire' the Third speaks of? Is it just a slogan? Or some kind of… special incantation?"
He arched a brow, voice solemn.
"No. No, no—it is neither."
He paused, then declared loudly:
"It is the voice in each of our hearts!"
"It is our greatest pride! Our unshakable spirit!"
"It is the dream we fight for! The hope we strive toward!"
"It is the beacon! The guiding star!
It is—the Will of Fire!!"
He thrust his hand upward, driving the atmosphere to a roaring climax.
"Oh my goodness!! Fourth Hokage!!!"
"What an emotional speech…"
"Powerful!!"
"He's absolutely right—that is the Will of Fire!"
Some shouted.
Some gasped.
Some cried.
Especially the Third—tears streamed uncontrollably down the face of the man who had led the village for decades.
"Seems I chose correctly," he choked out.
A dignified old Hokage, crying like a child.
But only Homelander knew: the old fox was acting.
When he arrived in this world, he had inherited the memories of this body.
He knew perfectly well that he was merely a pawn—a compromise forced by the power struggle between Hiruzen and Danzo.
Recently, the Third Great Ninja War had ended.
Under Hiruzen's poor strategic decisions, Konoha suffered massive losses—to the point where even children had to take kunai onto the battlefield.
Danzo, still hungry for power, seized on those failures to force Hiruzen into stepping down.
Unable to bear the pressure, yet unwilling to actually surrender authority to an ambitious man like Danzo...
Hiruzen selected someone from the greatclans.
The Senju clan—once mighty—had nearly destroyed their own bloodline protecting the village.
They still had immense symbolic value.
So Hiruzen pushed "Senju Homelander" forward as Hokage, using Senju prestige to stabilize Konoha and deter foreign powers.
Objectively, Namikaze Minato was the better choice—stronger, more skilled.
But Senju Homelander commanded the people's admiration.
Between the Senju bloodline, his towering build, and his charismatic presence,
he was the perfect leader.
Thus Hiruzen abandoned Minato and chose him.
This choice ensured the support of the major clans… and most importantly—
It shut Danzo up.
Danzo himself stood below the stage, his narrow eyes fixed on Homelander.
After hearing the speech, he scoffed and walked away with his subordinates.
"Another idiot politician."
He muttered—and vanished from sight.
Unfortunately for him, Homelander's enhanced hearing caught every word.
His smile froze instantly.
When the ceremony ended and the crowd dispersed, he headed straight toward Danzo's residence.
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Danzo had just finished his Root-related work, removed the bandages from his right arm, and was loosening the muscles that had been bound all day.
He was about to weave hand signs to activate his barrier—
When he sensed someone behind him.
"?!"
He flickered away instantly, throwing three shuriken behind him.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
Clang—clang—clang!
The sharp shuriken struck Homelander's body like they were tapping a metal wall.
He didn't even bother acknowledging them.
"Body Hardening Technique…?"
Danzo narrowed his eyes, forming hand signs for a defensive formation.
But before he finished—
Twin crimson beams erupted from Homelander's eyes, slicing off one of Danzo's arms in a single sweep.
"Ah!!"
Pain and shock twisted Danzo's face.
He staggered backward, nearly collapsing.
Homelander laughed—delighted.
He approached slowly, eyes blazing, the beams humming like a predator growling before the kill.
At that moment, Danzo experienced a terror he'd never known.
He was like an old goat lost on the grasslands, caught in the gaze of a starving wolf.
What kind of jutsu requires no hand signs…?
What technique can instantly slice through flesh like that?
He couldn't comprehend it at all—
Until Homelander grabbed him by the collar and clamped a hand around his throat.
"I know you're a smart man. I like smart men."
Homelander snarled.
"And smart men know exactly what they're supposed to do. If you understand, nod."
He tightened his grip, cutting off Danzo's air.
Danzo didn't want to submit—but he had no Sharingan prepared, and Orochimaru—his most valuable pawn—had just been driven out of the village.
This "Senju Homelander," freshly appointed Hokage, might very well have been sent by Hiruzen as retaliation.
He hadn't expected Hiruzen to be this petty—sending a violent enforcer directly to his door.
And worse—
"You enjoy staying quiet?"
Homelander lost all patience.
He lifted Danzo effortlessly and slammed him into the wall, eye-beams burning downward toward Danzo's head.
At this rate, in ten seconds his skull would melt into paste.
Danzo panicked.
He instinctively attempted a one-handed Substitution Jutsu—
But Homelander saw right through him and snapped two of his fingers.
"Ah!!"
Another howl of pain.
"Three."
The beams intensified.
"Two."
The wall cracked, the air filled with a burnt, acrid stench.
"One!!"
Homelander shouted as the beam scorched Danzo's hair—burning a deep curl into his sideburns.
His subordinates still hadn't arrived.
Danzo's heart sank into an abyss.
Terrified beyond dignity, he screamed:
"D–Don't kill me!!"
The once ruthless Danzo—reduced to begging for his life.
Homelander's ruthlessness was unlike anything he expected from a Hokage.
This wasn't Hiruzen's style.
This was his own—Danzo's—style.
In a twisted way, he realized:
Maybe handing the village to Senju Homura wasn't such a bad idea.
"I'll support you as Hokage!"
"No matter what decisions you make—I'll stand behind you!"
With that final shout, Danzo collapsed from exhaustion.
"Okay."
Homelander's smile returned—warm and pleasant.
Which only horrified Danzo more.
Was this man mentally stable at all?
Homelander, satisfied, immediately switched to a polite, down-to-earth demeanor.
He even tidied Danzo's clothes and used his heat rays to melt Danzo's severed arm back into place.
"There we go, Lord Danzo. Sleep well. See you tomorrow at the council meeting~"
He waved sweetly, then flew away.
Danzo stood frozen.
He had never met such a creature.
More deranged than Orochimaru.
More unpredictable than anything he'd ever seen.
And—how in the world did the Third choose this man…?
Unable to calm his nerves, Danzo headed for Root Headquarters.
But when he opened the door—
He froze.
Not only had all his operatives been knocked unconscious—
Even the passing civilians near his home had been knocked out cold—lying scattered across the street.