Naruto: Limitless Sage

Under the sweeping reforms initiated by the Fifth Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto—

Jiraiya had taken on the new role of principal of the Ninja Academy.

Following Naruto's orders, he issued an open recruitment call across the entire shinobi world in the name of Konoha.

As long as the applicant was of school age—regardless of their village or country of origin—

If they wished to learn the way of the ninja,

Then they were welcome to come to Konoha and enroll.

Konoha opened its doors to everyone.

But what truly sent shockwaves through the shinobi world—

Was the promise written into this very invitation:

All forms of ninjutsu would be taught openly.

You must understand—

In the shinobi world of today, ninjutsu is a closely guarded secret of every Hidden Village.

Even individual shinobi protect their techniques fiercely.

Unless the bonds between two people are exceptionally close—

It's almost impossible to gain access to another's jutsu.

After all, the more jutsu a shinobi possesses, the greater their strength.

And no one wants their rival to be stronger than they are.

That's why—

When the world heard that Konoha planned to make all ninjutsu freely available to children of age—

From Iwagakure, Kumogakure, Kirigakure, Sunagakure…

From great nations and minor ones alike—

The entire shinobi world reeled in disbelief.

Konoha… had gone mad!

The Tsuchikage, Raikage, Mizukage, and others couldn't begin to understand—

Why, under the guidance of the new Hokage, Uzumaki Naruto,

Konoha had chosen such an insane path.

But that madness—

Set the world on fire.

Konoha, already seen as the strongest of the Five Great Nations,

Had now declared itself the cradle of education for all future shinobi.

Even those living in rival villages—Sand, Stone, Cloud, and Mist—

Had to admit the truth of Konoha's supremacy.

And now, with its doors open—

A flood of families from across the continent began pouring into the village.

Iwagakure. Kumogakure. Kirigakure.

Small hidden villages. Border nations.

Everyone came.

After all, when it came to raising elite ninja—

No academy could compare to Konoha's.

Before long—

Whole families arrived in droves to the newly rebuilt Konoha,

Lining up to register their children at the reformed Ninja Academy.

And this mass migration—

Naturally sent shockwaves through the other villages.

The sudden surge in Konoha's population—

Caught the other Kage completely off guard.

Their headaches were only beginning.

Children—who were once the future hope of their own villages—

Had now defected to Konoha.

To them, it was nothing short of a theft of their future.

They weren't fools.

A steady flow of new talent is vital to any village's survival.

Even if they had sufficient military power now—

In war, thousands of shinobi could fall in mere minutes.

And without a new generation to take their place?

Total collapse was inevitable.

"This move is too ruthless," grumbled Ōnoki, the Tsuchikage.

He hadn't expected the newly appointed Hokage to play such a devious hand—

Using Konoha's educational resources to siphon away the potential of every other village.

Raikage A cursed through gritted teeth.

"That damn brat…"

"How dare he pull a stunt like this!"

Even Terumi Mei, the Mizukage—

Her normally calm and beautiful expression was clouded in anger.

She had only just begun stabilizing the chaos left behind in Kirigakure—

Only for Konoha to deal her a crushing blow like this.

"Hateful!"

Mei's fury was palpable.

Some villages issued strict population control edicts—

Prohibiting families from leaving.

Others tried to mimic Konoha—

Loosely opening up some of their own jutsu.

But regardless of their strategy—

None could stop the tide.

Konoha had been flooded with outsiders.

And the positions once vacated by punished Konoha villagers—

Were now filled with eager new residents,

Bringing fresh energy into the heart of the Leaf.

Konoha—

Was once again thriving.

But the reforms didn't stop with education.

In the fields of science, technology, and industry—

Naruto appointed a team to oversee their advancement:

Orochimaru, the Second Hokage Tobirama Senju, and Tsunade.

Sakura was included, mainly as an apprentice under Tsunade.

Of course, the core responsibility fell on Orochimaru, Tobirama, and Tsunade.

Using the wealth of modern knowledge Naruto had retained from his previous life,

He had his clones transcribe all the essentials into textbook form.

These textbooks were then handed off to the trio for in-depth study.

These individuals—

Possessing some of the sharpest intellects in the shinobi world—

Were initially baffled by the modern material.

But that confusion didn't last long.

Before they knew it—

A new world began to open before their eyes.

For days on end, Orochimaru, Tobirama, and Tsunade poured over the materials.

They barely ate. They barely slept.

Immersed completely in the carefully organized teachings—

Each lesson refined by generations of modern civilization.

And beyond even that—

Naruto had issued another command:

The shinobi of Konoha—and even those from Sunagakure—would now take on diverse missions, extending beyond combat.

Ninja no longer relied solely on mission commissions as their primary source of income.

Instead, they were encouraged to pursue a wide range of professions.

With their abilities, ninja could perform miraculous feats in every sector:

Commerce, agriculture, craftsmanship, the service industry—

No field was off-limits.

In this process, ninjutsu would no longer be confined to battlefields or hidden scrolls—

It would become woven into the very fabric of daily life for every future resident of the ninja world.

And that wasn't all.

Naruto also launched an ambitious infrastructure campaign.

A golden era for Earth Release users had begun.

Highways, bridges, and power grids—construction surged across the Land of Fire.

It was worth noting:

Konoha had already possessed basic electrical technology—lights, refrigerators, even some primitive power usage.

But now, under Naruto's directive—

Konoha's front gate was to be demolished.

On that day, in full view of every Konoha ninja and citizen—

The towering gate of Konoha crashed down with a resounding roar.

A symbol of the past—

Of isolation, of suspicion, of barriers between people—

Came crashing down.

From that moment on, there would be no more gates. No border walls.

Konoha would remain open—forever welcoming to all who sought a better future.

Naruto's reforms didn't stop there.

He simultaneously enacted major overhauls in:

Medical systems

Cultural education

Social welfare and public security

These sweeping changes were implemented not only in Konoha but also throughout Sunagakure, thanks to Gaara's cooperation.

At the same time—

A group of disgraced elders swept the streets under the hot sun each day.

Among them were the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, and other former elites—

All of whom had once wielded great authority.

Now, their days were spent with rags in hand—

Scrubbing the "Monument of Sinners" they themselves had erected.

As they looked upon the vibrant, bustling Konoha that had emerged from Naruto's reforms—

Their expressions were conflicted.

Emotions tangled.

Konoha once again brimmed with life and hope—

Reminiscent of the golden age under the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama.

And recently—

Outsiders were flooding in.

Merchants, craftsmen, shinobi families.

It was like watching the nations of the world come to pay homage.

Konoha had become the envy of every other land.

And all of this?

Achievements they had never once accomplished during their rule.

Utatane Koharu, one of the former village advisors,

Stared out at the thriving village that Naruto had shaped—

And felt an uncontrollable bitterness rise in her chest.

"Damn brat…" she muttered through clenched teeth.

Mitokado Homura, the other former advisor, could hardly believe the fall from grace.

Once, they had been Konoha's ruling elite—

Second only to the Hokage himself.

But now?

Street sweepers.

Their status, power, and pride—

All stripped away.

And to make matters worse—

Not only were they forced to clean—

But Naruto had made them part of Konoha's tourist attractions.

Each day, tour groups—made up of new Konoha residents and curious travelers—

Would be led past the Monument of Sinners.

There, they would witness the once-revered Sarutobi Hiruzen and company, scrubbing the stones in silence.

It had become a daily spectacle.

A living exhibit of shame.

They endured the stares—

Dozens, sometimes hundreds of eyes watching them—

As if their darkest sins were being dragged out and laid bare beneath the sun.

It was unbearable.

An agony deeper than physical punishment.

Some among the disgraced former officials—those with weaker wills—

Had even considered taking their own lives.

But even so—

Naruto made no move to stop it.

He showed no sympathy.

Not even a shred.

In fact—

He gave a direct order to Kakashi:

Take Sasuke. Raid the homes.

Start with one of the former elders of Konoha—

Utatane Koharu.

Everything in her possession—her house, her clan's assets—was to be confiscated.

Even the underground vaults—

Dig down five meters if necessary.

Not a single coin was to be overlooked.

Naturally, once Koharu learned that Naruto had ordered the raid,

She rushed to intervene.

She tried to stop Kakashi and Sasuke—

But for someone officially labeled a sinner of Konoha—

Kakashi didn't hesitate.

And Sasuke?

He was even more ruthless.

The two stormed in, stripping the estate of everything in sight.

At the same time—

Yamanaka Clan members were dispatched to probe Koharu's mind for hidden memories and secrets.

Naruto didn't just want what could be seen—

He wanted what they had buried—physically and mentally.

And the search?

It paid off.

As the saying goes:

A cunning rabbit has three burrows.

Koharu hadn't just hidden assets inside her home—

She had stashed away property in remote locations too.

Emergency caches meant to support her should she ever need to flee Konoha—

Giving her the funds to start anew.

But now—

All of it belonged to Naruto.

And she wasn't the only one.

Almost every high-ranking official of old Konoha had used the same trick.

A portion of their hoarded wealth was hidden inside the village—

Another portion scattered in the wilderness around the Land of Fire.

Now, all of it—

Every last ryo—

Was turned over to Naruto.

These so-called "elders"—

Had ruled over Konoha for decades.

And during that time—

They bled the village dry from within.

Let's take a simple example:

Every time a war broke out—

When vital supplies were being delivered to the front lines—

They would intercept a portion of the resources right from the beginning.

Then resell those supplies—

At massively inflated prices.

Because in wartime—

Logistical resources were like gold.

Scarce. Desperately needed. Easily sold.

And just like that—

They lined their pockets.

Year after year. War after war.

Profiting off the bloodshed of their own comrades.

And this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Over the decades, they repeated this scheme countless times.

Growing fat and arrogant.

Their families expanded—wealthy, entrenched, and untouchable.

On the surface, it seemed like Konoha's strength was built on the elite clans:

Hyuga, Nara, Yamanaka, Akimichi.

But in truth—

The clans tied to the corrupt ruling class—

The Sarutobi Clan. The Shimura Clan. And others like them—

They had quietly become the most powerful and well-funded factions in the entire village.

If Naruto hadn't acted when he did—

If the timeline hadn't shifted—

It was likely that in ten or twenty years—

These clans would have completely taken control of Konoha.

Now, all of that was being unraveled.

One confiscation at a time.

As Kakashi and Sasuke continued their sweep—

Raiding each estate methodically—

A shadow stirred beyond the village.

Far from the scrutiny of Konoha's bustling streets—

Two figures cloaked in black with red clouds quietly infiltrated the village.

Uchiha Itachi. Hoshigaki Kisame.

Akatsuki.

And as they passed through the borders—

They were stunned by what they saw:

Konoha's front gate had been torn down.

There were no guards. No checkpoints. No walls.

Only a wide-open road and a thriving, reformed city in the distance.

Afterward, the two infiltrators stepped into present-day Konoha.

At this point in time, all across the village—

Every district, every household—

Was undergoing tremendous change.

The village was alive with motion.

Bustling with energy and progress.

To Hoshigaki Kisame, a shinobi born outside of Konoha,

This transformation was nothing short of astonishing.

But to Uchiha Itachi, who had once called this village home—

The experience was something else entirely.

"So familiar..."

"...and yet so strange."

Itachi couldn't help but murmur to himself.

The layout of Konoha, the streets, the buildings—

It was the same village he had left behind.

But the feeling in the air—

That was entirely different.

Back then, even in times of peace—

Konoha had always carried an air of stiffness.

A quiet, unnatural calm.

Beneath the surface, darkness festered.

But now—

Now the very air felt alive.

There was momentum, movement—

Purpose.

Itachi and Kisame continued deeper into the village, gathering intelligence.

And soon, they made an unexpected discovery—

Kakashi Hatake, current head of Konoha's Anbu,

Was moving from house to house…

Confiscating the property of former high-ranking officials.

And with him was none other than—

Uchiha Sasuke.

"Now that's something," Kisame chuckled, eyes gleaming.

Though they hadn't yet seen the new Hokage in person—

This single policy alone—

Systematic confiscation of wealth from the corrupt—

Told Kisame enough.

This Nine-Tails Jinchūriki turned Hokage…

is going to be trouble.

Uchiha Itachi, meanwhile, was far more conflicted.

He had kept Sasuke in the village on purpose—

To protect him.

To ensure that no matter what happened to him—

Sasuke would grow up safe and strong.

But now—

Even the Third Hokage had been labeled a sinner.

The very system Itachi had once trusted to shelter his brother—

Had been dismantled.

Though Sasuke appeared unaffected on the surface—

Still calm, still focused—

Itachi couldn't quite accept what Konoha had become.

And then came the next day—

Execution Day.

It just so happened that on this very day—

Shimura Danzo, the former leader of Root, was to be publicly executed.

The site?

Beneath the Hokage Rock.

Before the Monument of Sinners.

A temporary wooden platform had been built there—

And atop it knelt the disgraced Danzo.

Held tightly by two Leaf shinobi.

His bandages had been stripped away.

No more mask. No more hiding.

His right arm, usually wrapped to conceal the dozens of Sharingan embedded into it, was exposed for all to see.

He looked wretched.

Disheveled. Contemptuous.

Eyes full of resentment and bitterness.

Thousands of Konoha residents gathered around the execution platform.

Whispers, gasps, curses.

Among the crowd were Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame,

Faces obscured, identities hidden.

But they weren't the only outsiders—

Spies from Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure had slipped into the village as well—

Taking advantage of Konoha's open borders.

All had been sent by their respective villages—

To observe. To report.

What kind of place was this new Konoha?

And now—

They were about to witness the execution of Shimura Danzo with their own eyes.

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