True Susanoo! I'm the Only Good Person Left in the Shinobi World!

Daimyo was rather thin, with an unhealthy bluish-gray tinge under his eyes, prominent cheekbones, and an appearance of excessive indulgence.

Even if he didn't care about Konohagakure, he had heard about the Uchiha Clan and knew that the only remaining member of the Uchiha bloodline had become a rogue ninja several years ago.

So-called rogue ninjas are groups of vicious ninjas who underwent complete training within the ninja village system. Eventually, they broke free from the village's constraints and became an extremely dangerous group without rules to follow.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call such people ruthless bandits; some are even more eccentric, bloodthirsty, and murderous.

"What are you doing?" Naruto smiled coldly, his short sword pressed against the Daimyo's neck. At the same time, he was also thinking, "Yeah, what should I say?"

Asking for money? That's too direct, too worldly. Besides, bringing up money right away would easily reveal his true nature; Sasuke Uchiha's character isn't one to care about money.

Teacher Ma might say he doesn't care about money, but Sasuke truly doesn't care about money. To him, money isn't even worth a number, so it would seem rather incongruous for him to ask for it now.

Once the news got out, those in the know could immediately tell what was going on.

"I'm here for only three things." Naruto's face was hidden in the darkness, only a slight outline could be seen, and his voice carried a chilling aura.

"Daimyo I almost wet myself," he asked, trembling.

"What is it?"

"Fair! Fair! It's all about fucking fairness!"

"Huh?" The Daimyo's neck was being held by a knife, and his eyes were completely closed. He dared not look at the person who had come.

If it were just about making money, that would be fine; they wouldn't risk ruining his Daimyo. The real problem is those stubborn ninjas who don't care about money but instead seek all sorts of other ridiculous titles.

Damn it. If things go wrong, they might just kill him. Who would he be able to complain to then?

"Was the Uchiha Clan Massacre related to you? Tell me!" Naruto started rambling on about irrelevant things, going about all sorts of things.

"Huh?" Daimyo trembled all over. "I don't know! I have nothing to do with this!"

"It has nothing to do with you?" Naruto said quickly.

"It doesn't matter!"

Were you there or not?

"Yes, no!! Not here!" The Daimyo had no time to think and could only keep up with Naruto's rapid-fire questions and answers.

"Are you here or not? If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you right now!" Naruto shouted angrily.

"But it has nothing to do with me, I'm just sitting there!" The Daimyo cried out, but unfortunately, Naruto had cast a small barrier Ninjutsu around him.

This is a sub-version of the Four Violet Flames Formation that Orochimaru used to Hiruzen Sarutobi the Third Hokage. Within this small cubic space, it can isolate all sound.

Even so, it doesn't mean Naruto can do whatever he wants. If the guards outside don't hear any faint sleeping sounds from inside for a long time, they'll definitely rush in to check.

"Sit there?" Naruto would repeat the last few words of the Daimyo's sentence every time he spoke, creating a parallel effect that made the rhythm and tone of his question more concise.

The effect is similar to: Did you kill that person? Where were you last night?

At home? What are you doing at home!

Browsing online? Check your browsing history!

Incognito browsing? And you still say you didn't kill him? Guards! Drag him away, chop him up, and feed him to the dogs!

"What else did you do? Just sitting there and it's none of your business? A person—now dead, a whole family dead, and it's none of your business?"

Naruto's questions escalated, building upon each other, but with the small barrier in place, he wasn't afraid at all.

"You dare say—it has nothing to do with you! Say it!"

"I... I really..." Daimyo could feel that his neck was already broken, and blood was flowing out little by little. The slight pain was compounded by Naruto's relentless pursuit.

For a moment, he almost said I deserved to die.

But this is even more unjust than Dou E's story! I was just a mascot; I was even participating in a primitive party when the Uchiha Clan Massacre.

Everyone was killed, and they still dragged me here, dressed in my own clothes. I was so young then, always up to all sorts of tricks; I can't do that now.

"It's none of my business!"

"Stop trying to deny it! You killed him! Your hands are stained with Uchiha blood! What will you use to pay for this? Huh?" Naruto roared, "You'll pay with your life!"

Daimyo was genuinely terrified; his heart was pounding.

Holy crap, we've never had a chance to stir up trouble before, and today we've run into a crazy lunatic who doesn't care about his life. Oh no, forget about dignity and face, survival is the priority.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I really didn't know anything, I'll compensate you! I'll compensate you! Just don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want!"

"Where's the money? The gold! Where is it?"

"Exist"

Naruto easily got the answer he wanted, glanced at the Daimyo, knocked him unconscious, and took him away. Damn, he's going to strike it rich today.

As for selling stolen goods, he didn't even consider that, since he wouldn't be using them in the Land of Fire anyway. Gold and silver are hard currency, Konan would definitely have a way to handle that.

As for the Land of Fire's currency, exchanging it for goods with some people wouldn't be difficult. As for whether anyone will investigate, those who blew the whistle in Konohagakure are all their own people; why would they investigate?

What a load of rubbish!

These Celestial Dragons are so wealthy they have more money than they can spend; what's wrong with them taking some? This is a major issue concerning world peace, so it's only right that they contribute.

Besides, this is compensation from the nobles to the Uchiha Clan.

People are dead, can money settle things? Can money bring the Uchiha Clan back to life? No! This money is nothing in the face of overwhelming hatred!

I, Uchiha —no, I mean, I, Naruto Uzumaki— can't stand by and watch any longer! Evil will be punished by Heaven; if Heaven won't punish them, I will. Justice will prevail.

Naruto's question was tinged with emotion, almost drawing him into his best friend Sasuke's train of thought. However, no matter how convoluted the conversation, he understood the hatred stemming from the massacre of his clan.

The destruction of the Land of Whirlpools wasn't entirely tragic, even though it was his maternal clan. But who knows, one of his uncles might have been killed in a bloodbath by the Five Great Nations. With all this old and new grudges combined, he didn't turn to the dark side; Naruto admired himself for that.

"Damn it, I'm the only good person in the entire Shinobi World!" Naruto ran through the night in the Capital City the Land of Fire, carrying the unconscious Daimyo in his right hand.

Naruto Uzumaki. If you ignore the fact that he's carrying a Daimyo like a chick, he does indeed look like one.

After all, he was working tirelessly for the survival of the Shinobi World, and he already knew about the material that even the old Toad could only dream of. Actually, that makes sense; the Sage of Six Paths was an outsider, and even if the old Toad had dementia, he could only dream of a reincarnated person.

Although Naruto himself was a stranger in this land, after interacting with girls and making a few close friends in the Shinobi World, he became a local.

Unfortunately, this kind of pretentious act of saving the world can't be said at this time, and no one would believe it anyway. We can only wait until the actual event occurs before putting on a grand show.

You didn't expect that, did you? I'm saving the world, so what if I have a few more fiancées? We're not even legally married, I can marry as many as I want. Is this what you call a savior?

Thinking this, Naruto's mood brightened considerably, and he slapped the unconscious Daimyo twice in a moment of exhilaration. He'd gotten the money, but he still had to return the Daimyo.

There's no need to kill them. All nobles are the same. What does the next Daimyo have to do with this Daimyo? Besides, the Uchiha Clan are people of their word.

He couldn't let his good brother Sasuke down, and he couldn't let go of this Daimyo who couldn't hold a silver party.

In another warehouse in the Capital City, Naruto, holding the awakened Daimyo, pointed in that direction and then made a snapping gesture on his neck.

The Daimyo shrank back, swallowing hard in fear. This Sasuke Uchiha is truly ruthless.

However, since his life and fortune are at stake, it's best to cooperate. He's too old to even hold a party, how can he expect to fight a ninja?

If it's a way to avoid disaster by spending money, that would be best. After all, the Land of Fire belongs to him, and his wealth will only increase. As long as he's alive, he can always make a comeback. So, give it to him.

He walked over, trembling, and ordered the servants to open the warehouse door. Naruto knocked out the guards, Daimyo, and went inside. He glanced at the warehouse full of gold and silver treasures, then at the Daimyo.

Daimyo: "Huh?"

The only response he received was a smile from Naruto, and then a dark shadow loomed larger and larger in his eyes.

Bang!

The Daimyo was knocked unconscious again. Naruto moved him aside and began to confidently store all the gold and silver treasures in the warehouse into his Sealing Space.

Then, next stop, onward.

The same routine applies; Daimyo was woken up by a bottle of water, and his whole body swayed like a pendulum.

"Don't knock me out, just tie me up. If you knock me out again, you might have to send me away."

Upon hearing this, Naruto couldn't help but scoff inwardly. No wonder he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties with such a weak body. However, what he said made sense, and Naruto didn't knock him unconscious this time.

"Alright, old man, you'd better cooperate a bit. It's the middle of the night. This deep-seated hatred in my heart isn't so easy to let go of. If I get murderous, it'll be troublesome."

Daimyo felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself that this person was truly a wicked and wicked demon. He was quick to murder, and he felt utterly unlucky to have been caught in this mess.

If I get knocked unconscious again, I'll be returning to the Pure Land Bliss. But even though I'm tied up, I have to be careful, because if I'm not careful, this person might suddenly attack and kill me.

It's a shame that I, a dignified Daimyo of the Land of Fire, have fallen to such a state.

"Don't worry too much. Our Uchiha Clan motto is to always keep our word," Naruto suddenly said, comforting the Daimyo.

Upon hearing this, Daimyo breathed a sigh of relief.

"A promise is a promise. If we say we'll kill someone, we'll kill them. No one will escape."

Daimyo: "Aww!"

Seeing the unconscious Daimyo, Naruto chuckled for a moment, then checked his breathing and found he was still breathing. That's good then; he couldn't let the old man have it too easy.

He then ransacked the second warehouse and was about to go to the third when he suddenly stopped. He realized why the Daimyo's wealth couldn't be contained in dozens of warehouses.

"Damn it!" Naruto cursed under his breath, then continued his arduous mushroom-picking.

On the other side, the Daimyo's Residence's personal guard frowned, sensing something was terribly wrong. The Daimyo's breathing had stopped for so long; could something have happened?

After a tentative inquiry and some discussion, the group, risking being accused of homosexuality, knocked on Daimyo's door.

Knock knock knock.

No one responded; there was absolutely no response.

The group exchanged glances, realizing something was wrong! They quickly flung open the door and rushed inside, only to find the room Daimyo.

Thus, news of the Daimyo's disappearance spread instantly. However, news also arrived quickly: the Daimyo had been spotted at a warehouse just over ten minutes earlier.

The guards there were knocked unconscious, forcibly woken up by splashing water on them, and tremblingly confessed everything they knew.

Upon seeing this, the Daimyo's guards frowned and immediately had a clue. With a wave of his hand, he quickly dispatched men to check the remaining warehouses, and sure enough, two more warehouses had been attacked.

The guards that have been alerted are no longer just a few people, but hundreds, almost a thousand; the commotion they've caused is enormous. A dense mass of people is rushing towards the various warehouses, determined to rescue the Daimyo.

Naruto had just finished collecting the fifth warehouse when he frowned, realizing something was wrong—someone was coming.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the Daimyo anymore. He threw the best things from the warehouse inside, then carried the Daimyo directly to the roof. If this were the top of the iron tower, he would be the giant ape.

Bang! Bang! Rows of torches and searchlights shot towards Naruto. Naruto, now disguised as his "mini" Sasuke Uchiha, wanted to howl, but maintained his cool and aloof demeanor to preserve his image.

Who is that?

"Release Daimyo!"

"It looks like a ninja. Don't get close. The Daimyo is in his hands."

"The Daimyo seems to have fainted. Damn it, what did he do to the Daimyo? Quickly, go and get someone ready! The Daimyo is injured, hurry!"

When the guards below saw Naruto carrying the unconscious Daimyo, they panicked and shouted in a chaotic cacophony, giving Naruto a headache.

Without any unnecessary words, he immediately activated Blood-colored Nine-Tails Mode + Expansion Jutsu + Transformation Jutsu!

Boom!

A giant purple flame rose from the warehouse roof, the sound like it was accompanied by the background music of Kamen Rider, drawing everyone's attention.

Naruto satisfied with the conspicuous bag. In an instant, a large, purple Susanoo armor, tens of meters tall Susanoo.

With a whoosh, everyone was stunned.

Naruto pressed his advantage, using a technique involving Chakra chest resonance to shout at the hundreds of people below, and the guards who were still gathering.

"Shut up!"

"I am Sasuke Uchiha!"

After shouting that, Naruto immediately felt much better. He thought to himself, "Damn, my acting skills are getting better and better. If I could go back in time, I'd be a Golden Horse Award winner."

The guards below were momentarily stunned. The purple-armored giant, tens of meters tall, leaped across the rooftop, clutching a comatose Daimyo in his hand.

It roared like a storm drumming; it was terrifying. Who would dare to move?

Two minutes of silence followed before the guards snapped out of their daze and gradually grew bolder. They swallowed nervously, glancing repeatedly at the purple giant.

"Sasuke Uchiha, release the Daimyo, and everything will be fine."

"Release them?" Naruto grinned Susanoo moved in response, its empty left arm slamming into the warehouse with a loud bang. A street shattered, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"If I'm not happy, I'll destroy this city. You think you can just release it like that? Come and take it!"