The blue space-time channel suddenly tore apart in mid-air in the Hokage Building highest conference room.
The violent space turbulence brought out a harsh scream. Naruto and Sasuke suddenly jumped out of the crack. Their bodies were covered with black blood, pungent engine oil and thick metal dust, and Hokage Robe was in tatters.
Still in mid-air, Naruto's right hand has condensed a high-speed rotating Rasengan, and the wind-attribute chakra let out a sharp whistle. The scarlet Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan in Sasuke's eyes was running wildly, and his right hand clenched the long scrap metal knife with the remaining lightning.
The two disappeared during the power vacuum period of Konoha. According to common sense, Hokage Building at this time may have become a bloody battlefield where the remnants of the old school forced the palace to seize power. With ANBU siege, ninjutsu bombing, and Explosive Tag trap, they were ready to kill through the entire building.
The military boots hit the ground hard, crushing the precious solid wood floor.
The two people formed the Absolute Defense formation back to back, and their sharp eyes instantly swept across the audience.
No ANBU, no barriers, no ninjutsu bombings.
The air in the conference room was filled with the fragrance of top-quality Longjing, mixed with the smell of mellow sake.
The Rasengan in Naruto's hand made a sudden buzzing sound. He was stunned.
On the huge leather sofa, Fifth Hokage Tsunade was crossing his legs and holding a white porcelain wine cup in his hand. His fair cheeks were slightly red, and he was looking at the two people who appeared out of thin air with great interest.
In the corner of the conference room, First Hokage Hashirama Senju squatted on the ground, like a child who got a new toy. In his hand, he was playing with a complex mechanical gear model recently produced by Arsenal. The gears rotated and made a clear clicking sound.
Not only was there no leaderless chaos in Konoha, but it seemed even more orderly than usual because of the presence of these giant Buddhas.
The Rasengan in Naruto's hand, which was enough to shatter half of Hokage Building, slowly dissipated in an extremely embarrassing atmosphere. The wind stopped and the chakra dispersed.
The muscles in the corners of Sasuke's eyes twitched slightly. With a cold face, he turned off Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan silently, threw the long scrap metal knife with a curled blade on the ground, and put away the murderous aura in his body that could condense the air.
The two of them were covered in blood and looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. In front of the extremely casual Hokage, they looked like two tramps who had wandered into the wrong set.
The strong contrast caused the air to fall into a brief dead silence.
"Bang!"
The sound of violent slamming on the table came from the other side of the conference room, breaking the dead silence.
In front of the huge strategic sand table, Second Hokage Tobirama Senju was holding the table with both hands, his face so gloomy that he could drip water. He was pointing at the noses of two old Konoha consultants, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu, and yelling curses.
"Three days! To deploy a batch of Chakra-Conducting Metal to the front line, you actually have to go through twelve approval procedures? What kind of wartime material management regulations do you dare to pressure people?"
Tobirama's voice was not loud, but every word was filled with cold pressure. This bloodline suppression originating from the depths of memory caused the temperature of the entire space to plummet.
"I established the advisory system back then to check for leaks and fill them, not to let you play games with checks and balances of power! The front line is waiting for the rice to come to the pot, but you are here waiting for the seal to be completed? If your thinking is so rigid, Konoha will be destroyed sooner or later in the hands of you fools!"
Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu, these two veterans who once made all the difference in Konoha and even had to give in to Third Hokage, are now hunched over with their hands firmly pressed against the seams of their trousers, shivering. They dare not even breathe, and the cold sweat on their foreheads drips down their wrinkled cheeks.
Hearing the sound of Minzuo landing, Tobirama stopped scolding him. He turned his head and glanced at Naruto coldly.
"Are you willing to come back?"
Tobirama took back the chakra pressure.
Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu were granted amnesty. The two old men, who combined were over a hundred years old, when they saw Naruto covered in gunpowder smoke, not only did they not show any annoyance at the failure to seize power, but instead burst out with an agility that was extremely inconsistent with their age.
Utatane Koharu walked quickly to the sink and wrung out a clean warm towel with a quick movement. Mitokado Homura picked up the freshly brewed cup of top-quality Longjing on the table and leveled it with the saucer.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, trotted to Naruto.
Utatane Koharu handed the warm towel to Naruto, and Mitokado Homura respectfully served the hot tea.
"Ahem." Mitokado Homura cleared his throat, his eyes wandered, and he lowered his voice and muttered arrogantly, "This is all for Second's sake. Don't overthink it. Just wipe it off quickly, how can you behave like this?"
Utatane Koharu also echoed, "That's right, we are just doing it for Konoha's face, and we are definitely not afraid of young people like you."
Naruto Looking at these two old consultants who used to be arrogant and often used "ancestral methods" to pressure others, now they looked like little boys serving tea, I was so shocked that my jaw almost dropped.
He subconsciously took the towel and tea cup, his movements stiff.
Sasuke stood aside, looking at this funny scene, and took a half step back in disgust.
"Bang!"
The door to the conference room was violently kicked open.
Shikamaru Nara had two dark circles under his eyes as thick as ink, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest. He held a stack of thick documents half a person's height in his arms and staggered Earth Flow in.
The way he walked seemed like he would suddenly die on the spot at any moment.
Shikamaru's eyes, which were originally ashen and empty, burst into an extremely frightening light the moment he saw Naruto. It was the madness of a drowning man grabbing onto driftwood.
He rushed to the desk in three steps and slammed the "mountain of documents" in front of Naruto unceremoniously.
The loud sound made the teacup on the table jump.
"You are finally willing to die and come back!" Shikamaru grabbed his messy hair frantically, his voice hoarse, "Do you know how I have been living these days!"
He pointed at Hashirama in the corner and Tobirama in front of the sand table, and complained through gritted teeth.
"Lord Hokage in the past can indeed hold the scene. But! They don't care about the specific administrative approval at all! Master First is only interested in Arsenal's machinery, Second Tenten is deducing tactics in front of the sand table, Lady Tsunade..."
Shikamaru glanced at Tsunade who was drinking on the sofa, swallowed the second half of the sentence, and then slapped the documents on the table even more crazily.
"Arsenal's blueprint review, frontline material allocation, civilian resettlement and compensation, and the reactor's emergency repair progress! It's all on me! I stayed up all night for three days and three nights, and Temari already has a strong opinion of me!"
Shikamaru held the table with both hands and stared at Naruto, word by word.
"Now, immediately, immediately, sit down and sign for me. Otherwise, I will die for you to see."
Shikamaru used an extremely cruel method to force Naruto, who had returned to save the world, from the heroic state back to the cruel reality of "Konoha's number one social animal".
Naruto looked at the pile of documents in front of him that was taller than a person, and then looked at Shikamaru's cannibalistic expression.
"I... got it!" Naruto grabbed his hair and said with a wry smile.
In the corner, Hashirama looked at Naruto's deflated appearance and couldn't help laughing. The hearty laughter echoed in the conference room, completely dispelling all the remaining tension and chills.
The atmosphere was completely relaxed.
After the farce.
Naruto took a deep breath and suppressed the collapse and despair on his face. His expression became solemn, and his eyes regained the coldness and sharpness of Konoha's supreme commander.
He put aside the warm towel and teacup in his hand, reached out and untied the special black Sealing Jutsu-style lead-sealed scroll from his waist.
There is still an extremely high temperature on the surface of the reel, and you can even smell a trace of ozone left by Spatiotemporal Turbulence.
Naruto held the scroll in both hands and placed it solemnly in the center of the desk.
The laughter in the conference room gradually subsided. Tsunade put down the wine cup, Hashirama put down the gear model in his hand, Tobirama also turned around, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the scroll.
Sasuke walked to Naruto's side, folding his arms and looking coldly.
Naruto looked around at the previous generations of Hokage and Shikamaru present, and his voice was deep and powerful.
"Rōran and Dragon Vein Core have been successfully stripped and brought back."
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the metal lock of the scroll, gently stroking the complex seal patterns on it with his fingers.
"The energy density here is enough to run the existing industrial system of Konoha for fifty years. The fuel shortage crisis of Third Reactor has been completely eliminated."
Shikamaru looked at the scroll that exuded a faint golden light, and took a long breath. His tense nerves finally relaxed completely. He knew that Konoha's industrialization process had finally overcome the most difficult obstacle.
Tobirama walked to the table and stared at the scroll with intense eyes, a hint of fanatical deduction flashing in his eyes.
"Well done. With this thing, the Heavy Chakra Railgun project that was previously shelved due to lack of energy can be restarted."
Naruto nodded, his eyes firm.
"It's not just a rail gun. Arsenal needs to undergo a comprehensive industrial upgrade. I want Konoha's steel tracks to crush all Shinobi World's disobedient old Order."