Three days passed.
Today, Konoha was overflowing with people —
figures from different villages, different lands, different ruling powers.
The Konoha Auditorium was once again filled to capacity,
but this time, it wasn't just shinobi.
It housed:
Kage from every major village
Daimyō from every country
delegates and state representatives
elite shinobi and administrative ministers
The building had been rearranged and expanded to accommodate the new structure of power,
yet the summit was still held within Konoha's historical hall.
Conversations buzzed everywhere —
speculation about Konoha's reforms,
discussion on the Sixth Hokage piercing the moon,
fear of looming political reshaping,
and calculations of what this meeting could change.
People observed not just doctrines,
but each other —
the faces, strengths, and intentions arriving from distant lands.
The gathering of high-level power was unprecedented.
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From the Hidden Sand Village:
Rasa, the fourth Kazekage
Gaara, the One-Tailed Jinchūriki
Chiyo
accompanied by a group of Jōnin
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From the Hidden Cloud Village:
Yugito Nii, the Two-Tails Jinchūriki
Darui, wielder of Black Lightning Kekkei Genkai
along with squads of Jōnin and Chūnin
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From the Hidden Stone Village:
Ōnoki, the Third Tsuchikage
Kurotsuchi, his granddaughter
Akatsuchi, elite Jōnin
and several others
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From the Hidden Mist Village:
Terumī Mei, Mizukage
Chōjūrō
and several newly-formed Seven Ninja Swordsmen
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From Hidden Rain Village
Nagato Puppet Pain
Konan
Kakuzu
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From Konoha itself:
The Three Sannin once again gathererd ( Orochimaru once again came with a different face, Akira invited Nagato and Orochimaru)
All clan patriarchs — Fugaku and others
Kakashi Hatake
Might Guy
elite Jōnin and council figures
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And from the Daimyō side:
Every country's Daimyō
accompanied by their ministers and administrative seats
They came grudgingly —
they disliked being summoned by a shinobi —
but after watching the moon tear open under Akira's attack,
they knew what power could no longer be ignored.
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Finally, as everyone in the hall waited with anticipation, Akira appeared at the entrance, walking toward the stage with a mic in his hand.
All those who had attended the Chūnin Exams experienced a strange déjà vu—
seeing Akira once again walk onto a stage with a microphone.
But this time was different.
Akira was no longer a Jonin Uchiha.
He was the Sixth Hokage.
He reached the center of the stage, and under the full attention of the hall, spoke:
"Hello everyone.
You must already know me, but I will still introduce myself.
My name is Akira Uchiha, the Sixth Hokage of Konoha.
And it truly means something that all of you have attended today's conference—
or what I call the First World Summit."
"The reasons for today's conference are many,
and I believe the summit will last for several days.
Today is only the first."
"So let's begin with the first decision of the summit."
As soon as Akira said this, everyone stiffened, waiting.
They knew the structure of the entire ninja world rested in Akira's hands—
just as decades ago, Hashirama reshaped it.
Akira let the silence stretch, then declared:
"From now on, I, Akira Uchiha, Sixth Hokage of Konoha — disband Konoha.
Konoha is no longer a ninja village."
Shock rippled through the room.
But, no one spoke.
everyone waited for Akira to continue.
The representatives of Konoha remained calm;
though unsure of his intent,
they trusted him.
After a moment, Akira continued:
"From now on, I form the Imperial CouncilofShinobi."
The hall understood his words, yet confusion echoed—
was this just a name change?
Akira pressed on:
"And I am the first leader of the Imperial Shinobi Council."
"As for what it is—
from now on, it is the governing body of our entire world.
From this moment forward, all land in the entire ninja world belongs to the Imperial Council of Shinobi."
It was as if a bomb detonated in the minds of every noble and daimyo present.
They were too shocked to speak—
and equally furious.
But the shinobi from other villages remained silent.
They knew one truth:
If they objected here, inside Konoha,
it was suicide.
Even without counting Akira—
Konoha fielded four to five Kage-level warriors in this hall:
The Fifth Hokage
Jiraiya
Itachi Uchiha
Kakashi Hatake
Might Guy
(Orochimaru was not counted—no one even knew he was present, and he was a traitor anyway.)
They had not even factored in clan heads and elite units.
So the ninja villages held their tongues for now— they could object later, once they returned home.
But others could not remain silent.
The nobles and daimyo were enraged.
To them, Akira was not just reforming—
he was taking everything they owned.
Hashirama's reforms did not strip nobility of their land;
they merely reorganized power.
Ninja worked for nobles before Hashirama,
and after Hashirama, ninja still worked for nobles.
But Akira was breaking that system entirely.
If he took their land today,
tomorrow he would take their treasure.
And after that?
Would nobles be forced to work like shinobi?
How would their sixteen wives be happy then?
Finally, a noble from the River country stood up and shouted:
"Sixth Hokage — know your limit!
You are just the military arm of the Fire Country!
If the Fire Country stops supplying you,
you are nothing but a stray dog—
and this whole Konoha will collapse!
Who are you to declare that the River Country
is now under your bullshit Imperial Shinobi Council?!
It was your honour that we Nobles attended your bullshit First World Summit.
Now know your place or all the other Ninja Villages will unite together to attack Konoha the next moment."
As soon as the noble of the River Country spoke, all the other wise nobles and Daimyo cheered secretly in their minds.
Yes, you did it. We will definitely send you a gift tomorrow.
The hero of our noble community has arrived.
Even though they were celebrating inside, outwardly they remained silent — as if Akira wasn't threatening to take their lands away, but merely raising a harmless topic for discussion.
They had experienced this same fear once before — back when Hashirama and Madara dominated an era. Back then too, they trembled at the possibility that Hashirama might seize their territories or authority.
Granted, Hashirama was naïve — but they were not naïve enough to assume everyone else would be like him.
So they settled into their luxurious lives and deliberately allowed hidden villages to keep fighting among themselves. That way, no single strong contender could ever rise.
That was also why, even though Hiruzen Sarutobi caused the deaths of many Kage-level fighters…
…and even though the Third Great Ninja War brought immense losses, forcing him to resign so that Minato Namikaze could become Hokage…
…after Minato's death, it should logically have been someone else's turn to lead.
But the Fire Country's Daimyo still reinstated and approved the same Third Hokage instead of pushing for change — because it benefited them.
For thousands of years, the nobles' philosophy remained simple:
Let the ninja kill each other.
Those who don't fight will serve us.
Because if the ninja ever truly united, what could the nobles do against them? Develop ninjutsu? Compete in chakra warfare?
They lacked both the talent and the capability.
There were rare exceptions — like the priestess from the Demon Country and a handful of gifted nobles — but most were utterly powerless.
And so they understood one truth very clearly:
The hidden villages must continue fighting.
Ninjas must keep dying.
Only then would noble dominion survive.
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After the River Country noble spoke, he sat down proudly — as if he had displayed a courage no other noble possessed.
As for the consequences of saying such words, he didn't think that far ahead.
Right now, his only thought was:
I was the first to reprimand and scold the Sixth Hokage of Konoha.
As for retaliation?
Well, if Akira retaliated, it would be against the entire noble community — so he felt there was nothing to fear.
Akira, after hearing this, did not get angry — contrary to what several village kage expected.
He merely smiled and asked:
"Well, how many of your esteemed selves share the opinion of this esteemed self?"
The River Country noble, hearing Akira refer to him so politely, grew even more confident — certain that Akira wouldn't dare touch him.
Many other nobles thought the same.
So, one by one, hands began to rise.
In moments, one-third of all nobles present had raised their hands.
As for the remaining two-thirds — they also wanted to raise their hands, but they at least possessed some instinct for survival.
Inwardly, they laughed at the fools who had raised their hands.
Meanwhile, the nobles who raised their hands mocked those who hadn't:
"Cowards — he is just a mere shinobi, an eleven-year-old brat."
Akira observed the count, nodded once, and then—
Chakra pressure surged out of him, flooding the entire auditorium.
Everyone present felt their bodies turn to lead.
And then, one by one, every noble who had raised their hand — along with their guards — exploded into blood mist.
The air turned thick with crimson vapour.
Only when they were all dead did Akira retract the pressure.
Chakra pressure
He had learned this technique from Senju clan ninjutsu book, Senju Tobirama once used chakra pressure to suppress Sasuke during the Fourth great Ninja war.
According to Akira, it resembled Conqueror's Haki — except this version could kill.
The auditorium fell into absolute silence.
Neither nobles nor shinobi dared to speak — many had narrowly escaped that fate.
Even Nagato remained frozen.
He already knew Akira was beyond him after witnessing the hole in the moon — but this display left him unsure of how vast that gap truly was.
The only thing Nagato understood was simple:
If Akira wished to kill him, he could.
As for the surviving nobles, they gasped for breath.
They were worse off than the ninjas present — every shinobi here had faced death, survived near-death, and taken lives.
But for these nobles, this was unimaginable.
Sure, they had heard vague news of a rogue shinobi killing a noble for revenge or gold — but those were distant rumors, rare exceptions.
Now, hundreds of nobles had died instantly, along with their guards.
And none of them dared to speak.
Akira, meanwhile, simply said:
"Well then, today's meeting ends here.
You all have one day. Tomorrow, we will discuss those who are present in the Imperial Council of Shinobi — and we will address its membership.
Well then everyone, goodbye for now."
With that, Akira left — without sparing a glance at the bloodstained floor or suffocating atmosphere.
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