Naruto: This Genius is Somewhat Ordinary-Chapter 401

After receiving the Fire Country daimyō and the Fourth Raikage, Fujimoto Tōma’s plan finally moved into motion.

Just as he had predicted, the villages had suffered catastrophic losses during the Fourth Shinobi War. Their leadership had been on the battlefield personally. They understood, more clearly than anyone, the gap between themselves and Konoha.

From the very beginning, none of them seriously considered open war.

But immediate submission was hard to swallow. Opposition flared, pride resisted, and so the situation stalled in uneasy silence.

That deadlock shattered the moment the Fourth Raikage acted.

No matter the reason behind his choice, the strongest of the remaining great villages had stepped forward first. Any argument against surrender collapsed on the spot.

Over the next few days, Tōma met with one Kage after another.

As for the remaining daimyō of the great nations, their understanding of shinobi power was shallow at best. Some still clung to the belief that Tōma’s feats were exaggerations. Even the falling meteor, they told themselves, must have been some elaborate illusion.

Tōma no longer cared.

The Fourth Shinobi War had already done its job. Enemy strength had been gutted. Konoha’s superiority had been carved into the minds of every surviving shinobi.

There was also another factor.

Black Zetsu and Orochimaru had left operatives embedded across the shinobi world. Those pieces had been useless for years, but now they whispered fear, spread unrest, and nudged hesitation toward surrender.

With pressure inside and outside, resistance lost its final foothold.

If they didn’t want their villages erased, there was only one choice left.

And with the Fire Country daimyō and the Five Great Villages contributing personnel, postwar governance was already taking shape.

Tōma smiled faintly.

What remained was to crush the last illusion.

The war of unification began.

This was not a war like the ones from Tōma’s previous life.

Here, individual power decided everything.

Konoha deployed minimal forces. Logistics, support, and coordination were enough. The main force consisted of shinobi from the former great villages, brought along not to fight, but to witness.

To watch hope die.

When a Nine-Tails towering hundreds of meters high stepped onto the battlefield, accompanied by two colossal Susanoo constructs, the war ended before it truly began.

No army could oppose power on that level.

Naruto understood this better than anyone.

The more absolute his presence became, the fewer people would die.

So he pushed himself without restraint. The Nine-Tails manifested at a scale that dwarfed even a complete Susanoo. Each step shook the land. Each sweep of its tail rewrote the terrain.

To ordinary soldiers, it wasn’t a weapon.

It was a god.

Sasuke and Kakashi fought alongside him. Sasuke’s Susanoo tore through the battlefield with merciless precision. Kakashi, empowered by Obito’s eyes, unleashed an incomplete Susanoo that was still more than enough to dominate.

None of them sought slaughter.

They sought surrender.

Weapons slipped from trembling hands. Soldiers stared upward in disbelief.

Fight that?

Against that?

Some thought the same thing almost simultaneously.

If opposing gods meant death, then betraying their commanders meant survival.

Glances were exchanged. Decisions made.

Behind them, shinobi from the former great villages watched in silence. Even having seen this power before, imagining it turned against themselves was enough to snuff out lingering ambition.

And this wasn’t even all of Konoha’s strength.

The Sixth Hokage hadn’t even arrived.

Any remaining thoughts of resistance vanished.

Meanwhile, Tōma sat calmly in the Hokage’s office, flipping through a cheap pulp novel.

Everything had already been set in motion.

Victory would arrive on its own.

His gaze sharpened slightly.

Still... some people refused to bend.

Every world had them. Those who chose death over submission.

"That’s unfortunate," Tōma murmured as he rose from his seat.

He could have controlled them. Genjutsu would have been enough. But rewriting someone’s will felt worse than killing them.

So he chose honesty.

He had ordered the village’s defenses opened deliberately.

Five massive chakra constructs rose around Konoha’s perimeter.

Seiryū. Suzaku. Byakko. Genbu. Kirin.

They weren’t myths. They were weapons of scale.

When Suzaku’s flames filled the sky, Seiryū’s crushing waters drowned the land, Byakko’s slicing winds tore the air apart, Kirin’s lightning split the heavens, and Genbu’s rising earth reshaped the battlefield—

Resistance ended.

Tōma didn’t hesitate.

This blood would be on his hands alone.

Then, a knock.

"Enter," he said.

Nara Shikaku stepped inside. "Everything is proceeding as planned. But..."

"But?" Tōma asked.

"The village shinobi are requesting deployment," Shikaku said. "They don’t want you carrying this alone."

Tōma smiled wryly. "You told them."

"Not me. My son did."

"Shikamaru..." Tōma chuckled.

Shikaku met his gaze. "Unification passed through the village council. This isn’t your will alone anymore. It’s Konoha’s."

Tōma was silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

The guardian constructs dissolved.

From within Konoha, shinobi surged outward with fierce resolve.

Sometimes, ideals outweighed efficiency.

Even so, casualties remained minimal. Those willing to die were few, and none possessed decisive power.

The war burned fast.

And ended faster.

Naruto became its symbol, advancing without rest, breaking defenses before battles could truly begin. Once momentum was established, surrender followed surrender.

By the time the final reports came in, the numbers stunned even the analysts.

This war, despite its scale, caused fewer deaths than the earlier Shinobi Wars.

It was over before most civilians even realized it had begun.

The next day, Tōma sat upon the newly prepared dais, looking out at those gathered before him.

For a moment, nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

"The name of this unified nation," he said calmly,

"will be Shinka."

Evolution.