A full half month had passed since Miki Yūya openly confronted Konoha's highest-ranking leaders.
In those two weeks, all of Konoha had been turned upside down.
In the old Konoha, there had been factional infighting, conservative leaders, and villagers who bullied the weak without fearing the strong, but at least it maintained a surface of peace and order, looking every bit a flourishing shinobi village.
But ever since Miki Yūya publicly stripped away the leadership's facade, lambasted Tsunade as incompetent, and blasted the older generation as rotten and inflexible, the entire village had grown far more aggressive.
Everyone had become hotheaded, foulmouthed, and unreasonable.
Villagers dared to snap at shinobi, Genin dared to challenge the leadership, and nobody respected anybody else. Everyone was ready to pick a public fight, leaving Konoha in utter chaos from top to bottom.
Of course, Miki Yūya couldn't take the credit for this. Danzo had put in the work to make things this way.
Danzo truly was a loyal servant of Konoha, but one thing about him never changed-whoever became Hokage was the person he went after.
Outside Konoha, in a desolate stretch of wilderness.
The air warped and rippled faintly as two figures abruptly stepped out of a Space-Time Rift and landed firmly on the ground.
They were Sasuke Uchiha and Boruto Uzumaki, who had used space-time power to force their way back into the past.
Both wore futuristic combat outfits, sharply tailored and distinctive in style. They clashed completely with the clothing of this era's Konoha, marking them as outsiders at a glance.
The instant they landed, Boruto was still a little dizzy, his head swimming.
They had rushed through the journey without daring to stop, and he had been holding his pee ever since they set off, enduring it for over