Naruto: The Senju After the Age of Gods

Konoha had already recovered from the devastation of the Nine-Tails incident.

Although sorrow still lingered in the hearts of its people, life moved on.

Grief could not remain forever. Under the blazing heat of early summer, the winter-like chill of that tragedy was slowly melting away.

Yet at this moment, a new shadow had fallen over the village—

And its source was one man:

Orochimaru.

More than a year ago—nearly two—during the selection of the Fourth Hokage, a rumor had surfaced:

That one of the Legendary Sannin, Orochimaru, had been secretly conducting human experiments.

Back then, the rumor had stirred heated debate, even arguments that nearly turned physical.

But it never went too far.

Eventually, it died down completely—especially after Namikaze Minato ascended as the Fourth Hokage.

And now—

That same rumor had resurfaced.

Worse than before.

Far worse.

Orochimaru was too extraordinary.

His status in Konoha was something few could ever reach.

A former top candidate for Hokage.

One of the remaining Legendary Sannin.

A high-ranking commander during the Third Shinobi War.

A man who had led Konoha to victory time and time again.

He possessed charisma.

He also carried controversy.

But above all—

He was a symbol of Konoha’s strength.

And perhaps precisely because of that—

Everyone was interested.

Whether true or false, people talked.

Speculated.

Imagined.

Sitting quietly, Senju Hikaru watched it all unfold with a faint smile.

That smile did not escape Uchiha Shin’s notice.

Turning his head, Shin saw a group of clearly drunk shinobi loudly arguing nearby.

And their topic—

Was Orochimaru.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

One Konoha shinobi, face flushed with anger, slammed the table.

"Yongan Haruto, I’m warning you—watch your mouth!"

"I’m not talking nonsense, Yuma-senpai."

The younger shinobi frowned but restrained himself.

"Is what I said wrong? This isn’t just me—everyone in the village is talking about it.

Orochimaru-sama is respected, but... if the rumors are this widespread, they can’t be baseless, right?"

The situation had indeed spiraled.

After prolonged, subtle manipulation by the ANBU, the rumor had spread across the entire village.

Even without the pressure of a Hokage election—

With the Fourth Hokage recuperating and the Third Hokage back in power—

A slight push in public opinion was enough to steer everyone’s thoughts.

And with Orochimaru’s naturally high notoriety—

The discussions exploded.

Still—

No one openly tied it to the Hokage position.

There was no need.

Even if they thought it—

They wouldn’t say it.

So the argument remained focused on one point:

Did Orochimaru conduct human experiments?

"I’m warning you—don’t say that in front of me again!"

Yuma slammed the table and stood up, fury blazing.

"Orochimaru-sama is not someone you can judge! Do you even know how brutal the war in the Land of Whirlpools was?!

We had barely any supplies. Our numbers were low.

If not for Orochimaru-sama’s command stabilizing the front lines, preserving our strength—

You wouldn’t even be alive to talk nonsense here!"

That sentence alone nearly made Uchiha Shin’s blood pressure spike.

Yes, Orochimaru had played a role in command—

But the main forces in that war had been the Uchiha and the Hyūga.

And the ones who had sacrificed the most—

Were those two clans.

Yet somehow, in the mouths of ordinary shinobi—

All the credit went to Orochimaru?

Shin said nothing.

But now—

He understood.

Yuma suddenly pulled open his shirt.

His bronze skin was covered in scars—dense, terrifying, each one a testament to life-and-death battles.

One deep scar ran from his chest down to his abdomen.

A near-fatal wound.

"See this scar?!"

"I got this in the Land of Whirlpools—surrounded by Mist ninja!

I should have died!

But Orochimaru-sama didn’t abandon me!

He brought me back from the brink of death!"

His voice trembled with emotion.

"For someone like me—he never gave up!

So how dare you believe some baseless rumors and say he’d do something like that?!"

For men like him—

There were many.

People who truly revered Orochimaru.

People who would never tolerate such slander.

But the younger shinobi snapped as well.

Young ninja cared deeply about pride.

Being publicly humiliated—

Especially over something everyone was discussing—

Was unacceptable.

"Even so, if everyone is talking about it, should we all just shut up?!"

He stood, face flushed with anger.

"I already said—rumors don’t come from nothing!

Who knows if it actually happened?!"

"What did you say, brat?!"

"I said what I said! The whole village is talking about it!

If it’s not true, why hasn’t it been stopped?!"

"You’re looking to die!"

"I’m stating facts!"

The argument escalated.

Fueled by alcohol—

It spiraled.

Someone threw the first punch.

Then another.

Soon—

It became a full-blown brawl.

Shinobi gathered around, cheering.

More joined in.

The situation descended into chaos.

All the while—

Hikaru and the others watched silently.

A faint smile curved Hikaru’s lips.

Nearby, Saya and Senju Ayame watched coldly.

After all—

They had played a role in all this.

From beginning to end.

Uchiha Shin sighed.

He understood now.

Crude.

Simple.

But effective.

"Go deal with it, Elder Shin."

Hikaru tapped the table lightly, smiling.

"This falls under the Police Force’s jurisdiction.

Handle it properly. Maintain a good image."

"Also—draft operational guidelines after this.

From now on, everything must follow them strictly."

"I understand, Hikaru."

Shin nodded seriously.

Then sighed.

"I’ve learned something today... I hope you’ll continue guiding me."

"Guiding? Hardly."

Hikaru waved it off casually, picking up a slice of grilled meat.

"Just some... unsophisticated tricks."

"There’s a saying I quite like."

"What is it?"

"Spreading rumors takes a single mouth. Debunking them takes breaking your legs."

Hikaru paused slightly.

"I don’t like calling it ’rumors.’"

"I prefer—"

"controlling public opinion."

"It’s shameless."

"But it works."

"After all... people like us must have a flexible moral bottom line."

...

Hikaru didn’t care whether Uchiha Shin truly understood that line.

What mattered—

Was that his plan was already taking shape.

The more chaotic Orochimaru’s situation became—

The harder it would hit Hiruzen Sarutobi.

And when Hiruzen could no longer endure it—

Hikaru wouldn’t wait.

He would force him—

To sever Orochimaru.

Once that arm was cut off—

How many usable people would Hiruzen have left?

And more importantly—

Trust itself would begin to crumble.

From afar—

Nara Shikaku, Akimichi Chōza, and Yamanaka Inoichi observed everything.

They had noticed these rumors before—

But hadn’t taken them seriously.

After all—

Neither ANBU nor the Third Hokage had intervened.

So they ignored it.

But now—

They realized—

The danger was far greater than expected.

Chōza moved to intervene—

But Shikaku stopped him instantly.

"Don’t."

"This isn’t something you should interfere with."

"There’s an Uchiha here."

"And more importantly—"

"There’s something else behind this."

"Inoichi frowned."

"You mean... something’s off about these rumors?"

"They always were."

Shikaku sighed.

"But now it’s obvious."

"This goes beyond what we imagined."

"...Is this a clash between Hokage candidates?"

Inoichi’s eyes sharpened.

"...Most likely."

Shikaku nodded.

"Don’t forget—similar rumors appeared over a year ago."

"But they vanished quickly."

"This time—"

"They haven’t."

"...Which means..."

Inoichi lowered his voice.

"...Orochimaru might actually have been discovered."

"And the Third Hokage is hesitating."

"...Or worse..."

"...He released the rumors himself."

Chōza’s eyes widened in shock.

Using rumors—

Against his own student?

"...Don’t forget."

Shikaku said quietly.

"Hiruzen... still has Danzō."

Meanwhile—

In the Hokage’s office—

Hiruzen sat in silence.

Exhausted.

He glanced at the ANBU hidden in the shadows.

And felt—

Deep frustration.

Once—

He had used ANBU to monitor Minato.

Now—

He was the one being watched.

And worse—

He couldn’t act.

Because behind ANBU—

Was that Senju brat.

Someone who held something—

That made even him afraid.

Looking at the rising moon—

Hiruzen sighed.

His situation was too passive.

Too constrained.

And perhaps—

It was time—

To deal with certain people.

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