Warning: In this story, the Fourth Hokage will be depicted as a villian. In Naruto, many prodigies and geniuses are treated far better than everyone else, and are given less punishment than everyone. In this story the Fourth let his fame and success go straight to his head. Thus causing him to transform into an arrogant asshole. The reason why I'm doing this is because of the fact that Naruto was left nothing from his parents, except for his mother's maiden name. And please let me warn you that I'm not very far into the Naruto series, due to my limited access to my poor internet access and location. I'm currently a couple episodes after the Sasuke retrieval arc. So please be patient with me, and if you think you can do a better job, then please tell me. I just let you finish all of my work, sarcasm is great isn't it. But if you really do believe your knowledge and creativity can make my story any better, then please pm me, and I will put my story up for adoption. My wish is just to create stories can i can share, and have everyone enjoy. And if you can prove that the story is better off with you, then i will gladly give you my story. Another warning, the story is full of ocs, and this chapter is full of nothing but ocs. So enjoy!
In a massive series of elaborate hallways, a man in a dark uniform is walking down the massive corridors at a brisk pace. In his hand are five manila folders full to the brim with papers and others objects. As he continues down the hallways many of the guards stand at attention, giving him an immediate salute. Further down the corridors of the elaborately Roman styled architecture he comes to a complete stop in front of a set of massive wooden doors.
Feeling as if his throat constricting on itself; the man pulls slightly on the tight collar of his uniform. As the massive doors open the man prepares to give his report to his master. Walking into the extravagant throne room the man walks as fast as he can in a dignified manner, walking what was close to half a city block the man stops in front of a raised platform.
Dropping down to one of his knees, he lowers his head in submission waiting for his lord to speak first. After a few minutes of hearing mummers, which echoed in the ridiculously large room a loud, clear, wise, and well aged voice cuts through the silence like a blazing sword.
"Political Officer Sonin, you have had twelve years to find out what had happened to the Whirlpool base, and my daughter. What do you have to report," orders a fifty year old man sitting in the most elaborate throne ever to have been imagined.
"Your majesty, the investigation has proven that it was indeed Iwa who had destroyed the base," answers the man with head still bowed down. "From what Intel we were able to gather, we discovered only one had survived the attack on the facility. My lord, after all of this searching we were able to track her to Konoha, a shinobi village that's situated in the middle of Fire Country."
"And who is she, this survivor?" asks the lord of the room leaning forward in his throne.
"It is your daughter Kushina, my lord."
With hope in his eyes the man jumps out of his seat asking, "She's in Konoha, why didn't you bring her here." Suddenly a thought entered his mind; one he had never hoped had happened. "Something happened to her?"
"Yes my lord," says Sonin avoiding his lord's eyes. "She pasted away four years ago."
"Please, tell me. How did she die?" The man pleads sitting back down on his throne, the life sucked out of him at news of his beloved daughter's death.
"Complications during childbirth," Sonin answers handing a folder to a guard to his right, who then passed a file onto an advisor. "After a few months I was able to get into the village's confidential archives. It was there that I found her medical and service records. For reasons unknown, she became a Konoha shinobi which she became an honorable soldier, my lord."
"And the child?" the man asks.
"The archives claimed that the child had died with her; however, when their's a child who bore the royal name, I began to question the reports," Sonin says noticing how strength was returning to his lord. "Upon further investigation, I had found the child who bore the Uzumaki name. He looks exactly like Kushina's husband Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage who pasted away defeating the nine tailed fox."
"I don't need to know this, all I want to know is if my grandson is alive or not," bellows out the impatient man.
"My lord this has everything to do with your grandson, please let me finish," pleads Sonin. "I began to dig deeper into the archives and began to question the civilians, it was then that I discovered how the fourth supposedly killed the Kyuubi."
"That's impossible," shouts out one of the advisors, "there is no possible way that one man was able to defeat that beast. It took over half of our forces to force that demon to leave our lands over twenty years ago. How was he able to defeat that thing, when not even our Grand Imperial Army could do?"
"That is what they claim, however I discovered that he in fact sealed into your Grandson. After the sealing, the council had the boy disowned by his parents."
"Why would they do this," roars out the lord.
"Minato feared that his enemies would come to hurt his only son, so he had the papers signed saying that Naruto was disowned. The boy would receive no inheritance from either of his parents, when I examined the document your daughter's signature was forged by her husband. After the Fourth's death, the council followed through with his wishes to have the boy disowned, it was the Third Hokage who gave the boy his mother's maiden name of Uzumaki. From what Intel that I had gathered, it seemed the Third was wanting to give the boy something that was his mother's, since she had given up that name in marriage, the council could do nothing to stop him from receiving the name of the royal family."
"Why would he do such a thing to his own son?" screams out another advisor.
"I have not yet discovered why the Fourth did this to his own family, except for fears of Iwa wanting revenge against him, ma'am." Continuing on he says, "He let his fears dictate his actions, causing great harm to his only son."
"What do you mean?"
"This folder," he says handing it to a guard which was handed to an advisor, he continues, "contains a copy of that document, along with a piece of paper that has a seal that contains all of what should belong to your grandson."
"How did you get them," asks the Emperor.
"After the fox was defeated, all of Minato's and Kushina's property was divided amongst the village council. Luckily there was a list of who had what, and there was a detailed description of each item. Even money that Kushina had tried to plan to leave behind for her son was taken away, forcing the boy to live on welfare."
"What do you mean welfare, he should be in an orphanage," barks out an advisor.
"He was kicked out when he reached the age of three; the Third gave him an apartment. The Third has been using some money that Kushina was able to save for her son, along with a good portion of his, to pay for his apartment along with food, clothing, and other necessities."
"How was she able to save money for her son?"
"She had two ways to insure that the boy would receive some help, one an account which was taken away by the council, and the other was a secret bank account that she only told the Third about, the account was placed in the Third's name to protect it from the council."
"So she knew what her husband was trying to do?"
"I don't know sir; the account appears to have been created a few months after their marriage. She either was planning to leave her husband or didn't trust him with the money. However I think that she was planning to leave the village, probably trying to get back home."
"What reasons do you have to prove this?"
"There were many reports of Kushina trying to gain permission to leave the village for a short time; however none of the reports stated were she planning to go. From what I gathered, Minato was the one and only one who refused Kushina's request."
"Could it be that he was trying to be a protective husband?"
"Not very likely," Sonin answers handing a guard another folder, "this folder holds a series of complaints of domestic dispute."
"What kind of domestic disputes," the lord asks growling.
"My lord, the reports claim that the sounds of a heated argument were going on constantly, along with the sounds of a fight of sorts breaking out."
"SO HE WAS BEATING HER!"
"From what I can gather, yes my lord."
"AND THE VILLAGE DID NOT QUESTION WHY THEIR HOKAGE WAS ABUSING HIS WIFE!"
"From what I gathered, he was the village hero. So he was given special treatment, they turned a blind eye and called your daughter a liar."
"THEY ALLOW THAT, HOW COULD THEY ALLOW SUCH THINGS TO HAPPEN?"
"I have no idea my lord, here are another set of files that contain the medical records of your grandson," Sonin says handing another folder over.
"HOW CAN THIS CHILD STILL BE ALIVE, ACCORDING TO THESE THE CHILD SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD YEARS AGO," shouts out an advisor not believing what the medical files were saying.
"It is due to the beast that was sealed into the child," Sonin says, "also sealed away into a piece of paper is a vile containing a sample of blood from the boy, also there are results from a test I had run personally myself, and the results say that Naruto Uzumaki is the son of Kushina Uzumaki your daughter my lord."
"How are we going to get him out of their," shouts out an advisor. "We must not let the child suffer, for he is the last surviving heir of the Emperor.
"This file here," says Sonin getting everyone's attention, he says, "contains all the strategic information you'll ever need on the leaf village."
"Looking over the files that were brought to him the Emperor says, "you may leave, the Empire thanks you for your hard work. You are also to be commended for your deeds, I will discuss with the Imperial Senate on nominating you for the Golden Eagle."
"It is a high honor to even be considered for that award, thank you my lord," Sonin says standing back up, taking a deep bow at the waist; Sonin turns and leaves the throne room at the same brisk that he had entered in.
"Call in the Governors; I also want an emergency meeting with the Imperial Senate, Courts, and Council. Also have all of the generals and commanders prepare for war, and have the Special ops and Shadow ops teams reading for extraction ASAP."
"Yes, my lord," shouts out all of the advisors as the scurry on their way filling out their Emperors orders.
In the mighty Empire there are four branches of government: one the Emperor who is in charge of the military, two The Imperial Senate this branch is responsible for making all of the laws and policies of the empire, third is The Imperial Council whose main duty is to regulate the flow of the economy, and finally we have The Imperial Courts. Now the main duty of The Imperial Courts is to find any political figure that's abusing their power and strip them from said power. In the first few decades that the Empire existed, corruption threatened the very existence of the Empire. Due to corruption in the ruling government, a civil war broke out that lasted for two and a half years. Trying to end the war in a peaceful manner, the Emperor at that time created The Imperial Courts to deal with the corruption. By inviting many of the separate leaders to become members of the court, the Emperor was able to end the war in a peaceful manner, which stunned him immensely since his idea actually worked.
Half a year later, a vast majority of the council members and senators were replaced. Thus corruption in the government dropped to an all time low, and it has stayed that way ever since. The court is made up of elective representative from each village, city, and town in the Empire, the meetings themselves were held in a large like coliseum room. In the middle of the room is an open floor, were one pleads there case. On one side of the massive room is a desk were the Masters of the Courts sit, they're job is to make sure that things don't get out of hand. On the other end sit's the representative, or otherwise called the Court's Jury.
Another job of the Imperial Courts was to restrict powers of the other branches of the government. This was the bane of every other branch in the empire; due to this many of the other branches had tight restrictions placed on them to further reduce the misuse of power. When the empire began to expand at a rapid pace, the court decided that continuously expanded would weaken the empire so much that it would collapse on itself. To prevent that from happening, the Courts placed a restriction on the Emperor, only allowing him to use the military for defensive purposes only. The Emperor, after being explained the reasons behind their decision, accepted the restrictions reluctantly since it was for the good of the empire.
In the chamber where the meetings of court are held, we find it is full to the brim all of the representatives sloppily dressed due to the emergency meeting being called by the Emperor. Soon the loud assembly was silenced was the doors the arena, as it is so fondly called, open up. Walking through the doors, the Emperor takes mighty powerful and long strides into the center of the room, followed closely by his advisors and his loyal bodyguards.
The Emperor himself was a well built man, standing at a slightly above average height and thick broad shoulders, the man was considered to be one hell of a fighter, due to his service in the Imperial Special Forces. He had his long grey hair flowing freely behind him; his dark brown eyes were filled with a fire that hasn't been seen since the death of his wife. His simple dark robes flowed around him, as if some kind of nonexistent wind was constantly swirling around him.
"Your majesty, it is an honor that you have come to visit us, but my lord would you mind please share with us my you have called this emergency meeting," one of The Masters of the court says getting nods of approval from everyone in the room.
"I have called you all here, because it has been discovered the fate of the Whirlpool base, and that of my daughter," the Emperor exclaims causing a roar of murmurs and shouts throughout the room.
"This is indeed peeks our interest, but it does not explain the reason behind this meeting," replies another Master of the Court.
"It appears that shortly after the destruction of the Whirlpool base, a team of Konoha ninjas discovered and rescued my daughter. It was some years later that my daughter married to one Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage of Konoha. Records stat that she was held against her will in the village, and was forced into becoming a shinobi of said village. When the nine tailed fox attacked the village, he used a sealing technique that would kill him and seal the beast in my grandson," the Emperor says watching and waiting for any type of reaction from the crowd. "Due to the actions of my son-in-law, my grandson Naruto Uzumaki was forced to live a life that we wouldn't have ever wished on our worst of enemies."
"What type of life would that be," questions a random member of the jury.
"You will find on all of your respected desks, a copy of my grandson medical records, that might I say are in great detail," he says watching gasps of horror, shock, and even faces full of great fury ripping through the crowd.
"How can someone survive this hell?"
"I say we send all of our forces to eradicate that village!"
"This should have never been allowed to happen!"
"Why send any of our forces, pull the kid out, and starve them to death by blockading them!"
"Get him out of there now!"
These were just a few and kinder things that were said about the situation. Soon a massive argument broke out that had never been seen before in the Imperial Courts, all of them demanding that something was done to save the child and to punish the village hidden in the leaves.
"SILENCE, I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS," shouts out one of the most respected Master of the Court. "Now my lord, what is that you wish for us to do about this situation? In case you have forgotten, we are the Imperial Court we do not deal with foreign crimes and atrocities."
"I request that you lift the restrictions for the call of war," the Emperor says feeding off the righteous furry that had swept through the Court. "I demand the right to use my military forces to save my grandson, to bring justice to this corrupt world, and once again bring the Empire to her greatness."
As those words left his mouth a roar of applause swept through all of those who witnessed it. All the seated members of the Court got out of chairs standing up clapping. Soon a chant filled the air, one never thought to have been shouted by the whole court, "WAR, WAR; WAR!"
"SILENCE, SILENCE," shouts out the Master of the Court. "Now that you have presented your case, is there anyone against this proposal?"
"I do," says a short well groomed man with black hair and dark eyes.
"Stat your name and village, town, or city that you represent," shouts out a Master of the Court, as per procedure.
"My name is Hoan Fushi, and I represent the village Nouson," he says as he finds his way down to the arena.
"Very well you may stat you argument," says the Master of the Court.
"Thank you," he says bowing his head in respect. "People of the Imperial Court we have been called her today, so that the Emperor can make 'the call for war' he so eloquently put it. Remember we removed that power to defend the Empire, we as an acting body limited the power of the Emperor. And why should we go to war? To save one child, who happens to be related to the Emperor? What is the reason in this? Just demand to have the boy turned over to us, stop the bloodshed before it starts"
"They won't," the Emperor answers narrowing his eyes at this arrogant man.
"Oh, what reason do they have not to turn this boy over to his only family," he asks the Emperor in a cocky tone.
"In some of the other files that were placed on your desk, is a record of the amounts of times that the village has tried to turn my grandson into some KIND OF MINDLESS WEAPON," bellows out the enrage Emperor. "AND I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN, NOT TO MY GRANDSON NOR ANYONE ELSE!"
And with that the Emperor turns and leaves the chamber, anger rolling off of him like waves in some kind of vicious storm. Walking down another set of corridors, he stops at a small wooden door. As the door is opened by one of the guards, he steps into the small conference room. There standing around the square table made of some kind or rare wood, stood the governors and generals.
"Please take a seat," he says as he and the others take a seat at the table. "Now you all have been briefed on the situation. Now let's see what our best options to take militarily wise are."
Now before we go further in the story, let me explain the significance of the governors. During the days of conquest for the Empire, it became hard for the Emperor to make sure that laws were enforced to their full extent. It's basic history to know that every piece of land conquered by the Empire was divided into territories or provinces. And according to certain Imperial bylaws, every province or territory in the empire was to be given a representative in the Imperial Senate. However, due to the fact that all senators were constantly in the capital making new laws or removing the old ones, they never could make sure that all laws were being enforced. Due to this crime became a major problem for the empire. To solve this, small sections of the military were used as a police force, and to make sure that the laws were being followed the position of governor was created. By giving them full control of the new police force, crime for the most part dropped to almost none existence.
"My lord," one of the governors says. "We are more than willing to support you on this. But, please remember that if you do declare martial law; know that you only have forty-eight hours to save your grandson."
"Yes I know, my grandfather wrote that law to protect the empire should the courts stand in the way. The bylaw stats that if a state of emergency emerges and the Imperial Courts are only standing in the way, then the Emperor has the right to declare martial law for forty-eight hours. It also stats that during this time the governors will take over the duties of the Imperial Senate and Imperial Courts."
"And that is why you have called us here," asks another governor. "To declare martial law long enough to save your grandson?"
"Yes that is all I wish for, and to find and rescue all of the other demon vessels," answers the Emperor."
"My lord, we can rescue your grandson in forty-eight hours, but all of the others? That can't be done my lord."
"And why not General Hohei?" he asks the middle aged general.
"My lord, though are forces are the strongest to ever exist, they have one major flaw," General Hohei replies looking straight into the Emperor's eyes.
"And what would that be General Hohei?"
"Speed, it is the one thing we don't have, and to a shinobi that is one of the key factors that their military is based on. Our basic infantry is just too slow, even our mechanized infantry can't keep up with their speed. Only our special forces can match and even surpass that speed that they have," he answers looking through all of the information they had on Konoha.
"And what do you recommend that we just leave my grandson to their mercy?"
"No that's not what we're saying. Look your majesty, all were saying is that were going to have to considered older or and unconventional methods to save your son," speaks out General Gunzei.
"What are you saying," the Emperor asks confused at what his generals were saying.
"My lord, we have come up with what we believe will be the best option that we have to save your grandson."
"What do you have," asks the Emperor hanging on every word that was coming out of their mouths.
"Our special forces, they have gliders that are used for reconnaissance missions, by using these gliders we can sneak deep into their territory, possibly into the village itself."
"Yes but with that many gliders, they will be easily spotted," the Emperor retorts. "The mission would have failed before they even touched the ground.
"My lord you only heard a part of it," Governor Shiriin says. "Please hear out the rest."
Earning a nod they continue, "We only need one glider, because of a new seal that research and development had created. The main purpose of this seal is to hold a platoons worth of troops inside the small seal, and it is quite easy to break. When the seal breaks either do to getting wet, cut, or dropped from high up the men are released from the seal unharmed. By using these, we can easily drop our troops into their village."
"And how are we to get them out," the Emperor asks.
"Easy they get themselves out, with another scroll containing a scorpion tank manned by clones; it will cause a large enough distraction to let our men out of the village with the target. As you see, on this map here," he says pointing to large map of the land of fire. "There is a large river were our special forces will rendezvous with a small naval warship disguised as a freighter."
"And what about the scorpion tank, we leave that for enemy hands. It won't be that hard to figure out how to man that oversized puppet."
"Easily taken care of my lord, we leave explosive notes. Enough to leave as a massive piece of shrapnel, hopefully it will kill a good number of their forces," finishes the general.
"Very well, I want this ready in two days should the court deny my request," the Emperor says standing up.
"Why in two days, my lord?"
"My grandson birthday is in three days, according to his medical records, and I want him to wake up to a happy birthday," the Emperor answers. "Also according to the reports, he gets his worst beatings on his birthday," the Emperor thinks to himself as he leaves the room. "Remember, none of this leaves the room."
"Yes my lord," they all answer taking a deep bow at the waist.
Well I hope that you enjoyed this. Hopefully in the next chapter Naruto will be rescued. Also please remember to take pity on me, I have very limited access to the manga and show. I would love to hear you thoughts and opinions on this story, so please review.