NARUTO: SECOND GOD OF SHINOBI

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As the clone declared his purpose, the middle-aged ninja was filled with shock.

At the same time, he also grasped the nature of the man standing before him.

This person had not only sealed the entire room without alerting any ninja but had also entered unnoticed—even he himself had been powerless to stop it.

Understanding his precarious situation, the middle-aged man spoke rather cautiously.

"Your Excellency, even if your purpose is to make us as powerful as the elemental nations' hidden villages, you could have done that with other villages. We of Lock have nothing that would entice you."

The clone chuckled. "Don't worry—I require nothing from you either. What I want is to make Lock Village stronger.

If I, a Kage-level ninja, take command of Lock Village, you should know that apart from the five great nations, we can develop without hindrance.

Oh, and this is your last chance. You don't have much of a choice—either take this willingly, or I will slaughter the upper echelon and force your surrender."

As the clone spoke, his terrifying killing intent burst forth, filling the office like a suffocating wave.

The middle-aged ninja could feel the air turn ice-cold. He knew that if he said a single wrong word, he wouldn't get a second chance—he would be dead before he could utter another.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as he gulped and contemplated his next move.

After a brief silence, he finally spoke. "Your Excellency, I am ready. But let the other Jonin of the village be informed so they can also understand the changes happening in the village."

The clone smirked, instantly seeing through the man's scheme. He knew what would happen if he allowed the Jonin to gather—they would likely attempt an organized resistance.

Yet, he simply smiled and said, "Sure, call every Jonin here right now. It seems there are about fifty Jonin and fifteen elite Jonin present in the village. About five or six of them are out of the village, correct?"

Hearing this, a look of shock appeared on the middle-aged ninja's face. His back was now drenched in sweat.

"Heh... you jest, Your Excellency. I will call them here right away," the man said nervously.

Stepping to the office window, he formed a series of hand seals. An eagle was released into the sky, letting out a loud cry.

Across Lock Village, Jonin looked up, instantly recognizing the signal's importance. One by one, they swiftly made their way toward the office.

The clone smiled. "Seems like Lock Village's ninja have a certain level of discipline. Well done, leader of Lock Village."

The middle-aged man forced a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Haha... how can that be, Your Excellency?"

Soon, nearly seventy ninja gathered in the office. As they entered, they saw an unfamiliar man seated in the leader's chair, while their village leader stood beside him.

A heavy silence fell over the room. The middle-aged man, now emboldened by the presence of his fellow shinobi, spoke.

"You have all been called here to receive a message. This man," he pointed toward the clone, "is Mr. 13. He has come to our village and wishes to take over the position of village leader."

The clone merely smiled at the wording of his introduction.

The gathered Jonin were visibly astonished. One of them stepped forward and scoffed.

"How can any random outsider just come here and expect to become our village leader? What gives him the right to sit in that chair?"

Several others nodded in agreement, voicing their support. However, some among them remained silent, cautiously assessing the situation.

They knew that not just anyone could sit in that chair—especially not with the village leader standing idly by. Something was wrong.

The middle-aged man nodded in acknowledgment, but before he could speak again, the clone let out a tired sigh and smiled.

Suddenly, his chakra surged, and a violent aura filled the room. The office was instantly sealed once again.

The Jonin felt their breath hitch as an overwhelming pressure weighed down on them. This was unlike anything they had ever experienced.

The clone finally spoke. "My name is 13. You may call me that. I came from the central lands—the Five Great Nations.

After arriving here and seeing the state of this region, I was disappointed.

The nations in the western part of the continent are underdeveloped, and so I decided to lend a hand in changing that."

Some of the Jonin scoffed internally but kept their expressions neutral, unwilling to provoke the powerful presence before them.

The chakra emanating from him was terrifying, beyond anything they had ever felt.

The clone continued, "I wish to help Lock Village rise to the level of the Five Great Nations.

I have no hidden agenda—only the desire to end the monopoly of the Five Hidden Villages and create a new power outside their control. That is why I am here."

A few Jonin clenched their fists in anger, but others remained calm and rational.

Seeing no response, the clone stood up.

BOOM!

A massive wave of chakra pressure exploded outward. The entire office room shattered from the force, though the barrier contained the destruction.

The Jonin in the room were sent flying. Only the elite Jonin barely managed to brace themselves, yet even they were overwhelmed by the sheer display of power.

The middle-aged ninja, standing closest to the clone, was blasted into the wall, his body trembling.

Some of the Jonin immediately abandoned any thought of resistance, while a few stubborn individuals still stood firm.

The clone noticed them and smirked. "Oh? Some of you still refuse to listen? Very well—perhaps I should show my strength a bit more."

With a flick of his hand, black receivers formed in the air.

In a flash, he leaped forward, striking with deadly precision. The black receivers pierced the shoulders, arms, and legs of the most defiant Jonin.

"AAARRRGHH!!"

One scream after another filled the office. The pain was immense, but more horrifying was the sealing effect of the black receivers.

One of the injured Jonin gasped in horror. "M-my chakra... I can't use my chakra!"

The other nine injured Jonin quickly realized the same thing. Their eyes widened in panic.

"What have you done to us?!" one of them yelled.

The clone chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. I told you—I have no intention of killing you. I just wanted to display my abilities and prove my strength."

The injured Jonin gritted their teeth in frustration, but they knew they were utterly powerless.

One by one, more and more Jonin knelt and lowered their heads. "We accept Mr. 13 as our village leader."

More voices echoed in agreement.

The clone nodded in satisfaction. With a casual wave of his hand, he pulled out the black receivers.

In mere minutes, he healed their wounds, further shocking the assembled ninja.

As the reality of their situation set in, many of them couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe—and fear.

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