On the screen, Uzumaki Naruto descended like a boy of fourteen or fifteen. His crimson cloak whipped in the wind, his presence overwhelming.
In an instant, he became the absolute center of the frame.
Viewers everywhere widened their eyes and gasped at the young man who fell from the sky.
From the footage alone, the terror of a tailed beast was obvious—something even legends like Madara had struggled against. Even Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin, had difficulty holding it back.
Yet the moment Naruto appeared, Shukaku was crushed into submission, forced back into Gaara's body, not daring to show itself again.
What followed left the audience completely hooked.
The raw strength of the Kazekage and the Raikage was displayed in vivid detail. Magnet Release shifting like living metal. Lightning Release exploding with terrifying speed. Every move was breathtaking—and frightening.
Especially the final clash of the two Kage-level powerhouses.
That single exchange showed the true horror of the highest tier of the ninja world.
Compared to that, even a Tailed Beast Bomb felt inferior.
"This is insane. Are all ninjas this strong? Without the slow-motion replay, I couldn't even follow their movements. It's too fast."
"Not all ninjas. Those two are Kage—the absolute peak. That kind of strength is expected. Ordinary ninjas are nowhere close."
"But I watched the earlier Chūnin matches. Those genin were terrifying too—especially that bug guy covered in insects. Creepy as hell."
"If you ask me, the strongest one is Uzumaki Naruto. Look at him—he doesn't even step back, his face isn't red, his breathing doesn't change. He beats two Kage and a group of jōnin like it's nothing. He's like a god of ninjas."
"Exactly. Konoha is about to rise. The Fifth Hokage will be like the First Hokage—becoming a new god who overshadows the entire ninja world."
"For Uzumaki-sama alone, we need to be on good terms with Konoha. Hurry and prepare gifts. I'm going to congratulate him on becoming Hokage."
Before, many people across the ninja world had scoffed at these rumors.
Now, watching the invincible Naruto on screen, the world fell silent.
They believed it.
No—what they were seeing was even more terrifying than the rumors.
We need to latch on. Immediately.
Small countries and minor villages rushed to send envoys to Konoha, gifts in hand, preparing to attend the Fifth Hokage's inauguration.
This was what it meant to cling to power.
Meanwhile, in Cloud, Sand, Stone, and Mist, the leadership of each village stared grimly at their screens.
Naruto's power shocked them—but that part they had already anticipated.
What truly unsettled them was Red Sun TV.
Throughout the entire Chūnin Exam, the strongest figures in the ninja world had gathered in Konoha. Their senses were razor-sharp. Uzumaki Naruto himself was there—practically a walking catastrophe.
And yet…
Red Sun TV had filmed everything.
Every detail.
Silently.
What did that mean?
"It means Red Sun TV has even more terrifying experts behind it. Only people at that level could film everything without being detected—right under the noses of the world's strongest."
"How many monsters like that are there? Who are they?"
"Red Sun TV… the Red Sun Society… Kira. Isn't it obvious?"
"Red Sun TV was founded by the Red Sun Society. Does that mean Xinghai Stores are under their control too?"
"Kira went quiet years ago. Everyone thought he faded away. Who would've guessed he was hiding in the shadows, building something like Red Sun TV?"
"This broadcast didn't just expose the tailed beasts—it put the faces of the Five Kage in front of the entire world. From now on, the ninja world won't be the same."
The leaders of the great villages felt an invisible pressure closing in.
Naruto's strength brought fear for survival.
But Red Sun TV brought something worse—an unknown, unsettling pressure they couldn't define.
And that was far more dangerous.
The ninja world had always thrived in darkness—assassinations, ambushes, hunting, secrecy. Ninjas were used to living like that.
Then suddenly, a TV station appeared.
A lens.
A spotlight.
Ninjas were placed under a magnifying glass and examined openly.
Under the gaze of countless viewers, many ninjas felt something crack inside them.
Their lives—everything they were—might be about to be turned upside down.
Whether this change was good or bad didn't matter.
What mattered was this:
Many ninjas would never accept it.
Some would be crushed by the wheel of history.
Others would lash out in rage.
Either way, the ninja world was heading toward chaos.
For the first time, a battle of public opinion had appeared in the ninja world.
Red Sun TV's program ended.
People waited eagerly for rebroadcasts, watching it again and again.
They dissected every frame of the Konoha Chūnin Exam—from every angle. Dialogues. Expressions. Hidden meanings. Possible impacts on the future.
Though the broadcast cut out unnecessary footage and kept only the core scenes, the remaining content was packed with details—enough to spark endless speculation.
Orochimaru's hatred for the Third Hokage. His immortality technique.
The broken relationship between Kazekage Rasa and Gaara.
Why did the Raikage invade Konoha? Was Cloud Village truly just war-hungry brutes?
The Tsuchikage's hesitation—cowardice or calculation?
The Mizukage's youthful face—how did someone so young become Kage? Was there some de-aging jutsu in Mist?
And the biggest mystery of all—
What kind of trap did Uzumaki Naruto set that wiped out every invading ninja from Sand and Cloud?
Where was Shimura Danzō, the other conspirator, during the entire incident?
How deep did that conspiracy go?
There were too many questions.
The ninja world devoured the gossip, spreading truths, half-truths, and wild theories across the land.
But one thing was certain:
Sand and Cloud—now labeled the villains—were drowning in public pressure.
"Are those Sand Village people?"
"Yeah. Negotiators heading to Konoha. They sure made a spectacle of it."
"Disgusting traitors. They were allies, then stabbed Konoha in the back during a ceremony. Shameless."
"Konoha treated them well. And this is how they repay it?"
"Keep your voice down. If they hear you, you're dead."
"Yeah… Sand ninjas are ruthless. Just look at poor Gaara…"
Chiyo led the Sand Village delegation toward Konoha.
Along the way, contemptuous stares and whispered insults followed them nonstop.
The Sand ninjas burned with rage—but Chiyo forced them to endure it.
This was terrifying.
For the first time, ninjas felt the weight of public opinion.
Cloud's delegation faced the same treatment.
"Cloud Village scum. Always itching for war."
"Just listen to how their Raikage talks—big fists solve everything? Disgusting."
"They start half the wars in history. Bloodthirsty lunatics."
Mockery. Disdain. Cold looks.
Cloud ninjas nearly snapped.
They were hot-blooded by nature.
But Elder Tutai roared them into silence, suppressing their fury.
With Red Sun TV watching, it felt like a sword was hanging over every ninja's head.
In the past, killing civilians was easy—just cover it up.
Even when ninja battles caused collateral damage, civilians could only swallow their losses.
Not anymore.
Now, every action had consequences.
Every mistake risked being broadcast to the entire world.
Turned into spectacle.
Turned into judgment.
That—was the death of the old ninja world.
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