Naruto: After Seclusion Becoming Naruto Grandfather

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

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