Naruto: After Seclusion Becoming Naruto Grandfather

The Fourth Raikage, A, looked at Yagura and suddenly chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of mockery.

"Yagura, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even told you yet."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Why would I be in a hurry?" Yagura snapped, his tone sharp and defensive. "But you—are you trying to sow discord with your words?"

Without waiting for a reply, Yagura charged at A, his movements swift and deliberate.

The chakra of the Three-Tails surged into Yagura's body, wrapping him in a tailed beast cloak. Though his appearance remained human, the fiery energy emanating from him left no doubt about his intentions.

Even during his fight with Yugito, Yagura hadn't used the Three-Tails' power. Now, the sudden activation of this chakra, and his focus on A as a target, raised suspicions.

Ōnoki and Chiyo both sensed that something was amiss.

Yagura's hatred for the Fourth Raikage seemed disproportionate, even personal. It was puzzling—Cloud Village and the Mist Village had no history of conflict. The Land of Water and the Land of Lightning were separated by an ocean, making large-scale battles between them nearly impossible.

And yet, Yagura's current actions were fueled by an intensity that was hard to explain.

A dodged Yagura's attack effortlessly, his expression calm but his mind racing.

"Are you so afraid of what I might say?" A taunted, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "Chiyo, Ōnoki—aren't you curious?"

Both Chiyo and Ōnoki exchanged glances, their suspicions deepening. They forced Yagura to retreat temporarily.

"Yagura, stand down," Ōnoki commanded coldly, his sharp gaze shifting between Yagura and A. "We also want to hear what A has to say."

The atmosphere grew heavier with tension. What had initially seemed like a unified effort against the Raikage now felt like a fragile alliance on the brink of collapse.

A studied Yagura for a moment before speaking, his voice deliberate and measured.

"Killer B no longer has the Eight-Tails within him. That's the truth. But sooner or later, we will retrieve what was taken from us—no matter what it costs," A declared.

Ōnoki and Chiyo exchanged skeptical looks. Both found the idea of seeking vengeance against Shin-Konoha absurd.

Find trouble with that man? You'd have to be insane, they thought silently.

A ignored their dismissive attitudes and pressed on. "What I want to know is this—why did Mist Village suddenly stop bidding during Killer B's auction? It wasn't because you lacked the funds, was it?"

The Fourth Raikage's words caused a stir. "The economy of Mist Village isn't weaker than that of Cloud Village. Thirty-seven million ryo is hardly beyond your reach. Or…" A paused, his eyes narrowing. "Did you already know there were no Eight-Tails in Killer B's body?"

His accusations struck a nerve. Even though A hadn't attended the auction personally, Darui's recounting had left him with lingering doubts about Yagura's strange behavior that day.

Yagura stiffened, his fists clenching. Even Terumi Mei and Ao, who stood behind him, glanced at their Mizukage with suspicion.

Mist Village had been declining under Yagura's leadership. Strange orders and internal strife had left the village fractured. Even the Seven Ninja Swordsmen had abandoned Mist Village.

Ōnoki and Chiyo shared a knowing look before turning their attention to Yagura.

"Yagura, explain yourself," Chiyo demanded, her voice cold and unyielding.

"There's nothing to explain! Why would you believe the words of an enemy?" Yagura shot back, his voice tinged with panic.

Deep within Yagura's mind, Uchiha Obito—the one secretly controlling him—felt a flicker of panic. This situation was spiraling out of control. He hadn't anticipated this turn of events and didn't know how to handle it.

Seeing Yagura's uncharacteristic agitation, both Chiyo and Ōnoki drew their own conclusions.

"There's no need for further explanation," A said confidently, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders.

Cloud Village couldn't afford to battle three ninja villages simultaneously. Even if they survived, the losses would be catastrophic. But now, with cracks forming in the alliance, A saw an opportunity to escape unscathed.

He began retreating toward the ship with his subordinates, his eyes watchful of the tense standoff between the other villages.

Sand Village, Stone Village, and Mist Village stood at odds, each unwilling to make the first move against A.

Yagura, as the Three-Tails' jinchuriki, radiated raw power. Ōnoki's Dust Release was equally formidable, and Chiyo's 100 puppet was no less fearsome.

The stalemate was unbreakable. None dared act rashly.

Under their watchful eyes, Cloud Village successfully withdrew to the safety of their ships, the tension between the three remaining villages simmering beneath the surface.

As Cloud Village disappeared into the distance, the alliance crumbled entirely.

Each village began evacuating, though many cast distrustful glances at Yagura. His strange behavior had shaken their confidence in Mist Village's leadership.

Far away, Uzumaki Chito observed the scene with a faint smirk.

"What a pity," Chito muttered, his tone laced with disappointment. "If the strongest forces from four villages had clashed, that would've been truly entertaining."

The blame, of course, lay with Uchiha Obito.

Obito, still hidden within Yagura's subconscious, felt a cold sweat drip down his spine. His plans had unraveled spectacularly, all because of his overconfidence.

Originally, three villages had been poised to cripple Cloud Village, leaving them in ruins. But thanks to his meddling, everything had fallen apart.

Suddenly, a suffocating pressure descended upon Obito. It was Chito's unmistakable aura.

The weight was unbearable, and Obito collapsed, trembling. Resistance wasn't an option—he didn't dare provoke Chito's wrath.

"Lord Chito, I've made a mistake. It's my fault," Obito pleaded, his voice shaking as he knelt in submission.

Chito's eyes burned with cold fury. "There are things you can do, and things you shouldn't do. Don't think being clever will save you."

Obito's head pressed low against the ground, his voice a frantic stream of apologies. "Yes, Lord Chito. I promise—I'll never do it again!"

Chito's sharp gaze lingered on Obito before he finally relented. "Death can be avoided, but punishment is inevitable. Reflect on your actions, and remember—don't test my patience again."

With that, Chito withdrew his oppressive aura.

Obito remained on the ground, too afraid to look up.

He's gone… but what will he do to me now? Obito wondered, dread pooling in his chest.

He tried to stand but found his body unresponsive. A strange sound escaped his mouth—a bark.

Obito's eyes widened in horror. No… this can't be!

He had been transformed into a ninja dog.

This wasn't a simple transformation jutsu; it was a permanent alteration, a cruel punishment.

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