"Konoha's Dimensional Pirate: Reborn Uchiha Gin"

"Cursed uchiha! How I hate you!!!"Danzō roared in desperation, glaring at the encircling Uchiha who surrounded him like vultures. His chakra sealed, his strength stolen, all he could do was watch helplessly as a fresh wave of elite Uchiha instructors descended upon him.

Thus began the tragic saga of his inglorious afterlife—beaten, humiliated, and reduced to nothing more than a living training dummy. And this was just the beginning.

Meanwhile, in the Hokage's office, Gin had just teleported the others back using the Flying Thunder God Technique.

"You… boy. Even my Flying Thunder God? You've mastered it?" Tobirama couldn't hide his astonishment. "And at a high level, no less! Who taught you?"

He refused to believe that Hiruzen or any of his disciples could have passed this on. Only one possibility remained…

Tobirama turned involuntarily to face Uzumaki Mito.

"Yes, it was me," Mito replied, catching his gaze calmly. "It was part of a deal—in exchange for restoring my vitality and extending my life. What, do you disapprove? Or think I didn't have the right?"

"No, no!" Tobirama waved his hands hastily, looking pale. "What are you saying, daughter-in-law? If you don't have the right, who does? It was a brilliant deal!"

But inwardly, Tobirama was troubled.

"Had Mito died back then, would the Uchiha have completely taken over Konoha?"

What bothered him more, however, was that his signature technique—the pinnacle of his creations, specifically designed to counter Uchiha—was now mastered by an Uchiha boy. This was the very technique with which he had killed Uchiha Izuna.

Madara, meanwhile, cut in sharply, "Why did you bring us here?"

All eyes turned to Gin.

"Nothing major," Gin shrugged. "Since you're all back among the living, I figured we should discuss my five-year plan for Konoha's development. We've already had several rounds of consultation with village leadership and senior jōnin. I believe it's close to perfect—but an outside perspective is always helpful. I'd like to hear your ideas."

He pulled a thick document from the desk and handed out copies to Madara and Tobirama.

"Oh? A five-year plan?" Madara and Tobirama reached for the document at the same time, each grabbing an end.

Their eyes locked. Neither blinked. Neither let go.

Gin sighed and slapped his forehead. "Alright, alright," he muttered, pulling out a second copy and handing it to Tobirama.

Only then did Tobirama relax slightly—at which point Madara swiftly yanked the first document out of his hands and strolled off smugly to sit beside Hashirama.

Together, they began to read.

Tobirama seethed. Not only was Madara infuriating, but Hashirama was acting just like always—friendly with that man, like they were brothers instead of rivals. He decided to ignore them.

Instead, Tobirama turned his attention to the document Gin had handed him.

A few moments into reading, he inhaled sharply.

"Hiss..."

Tobirama's eyes widened. He looked up at Gin in surprise.

"Boy… you've put together a bold plan. You intend to expand and upgrade the Ninja Academy to this extent? Your ambitions clearly go far beyond developing Konoha. You want to unify the entire ninja world. And perhaps… even usurp the power of the daimyō?"

Though the plan never said it outright, Tobirama saw the signs everywhere—expansion of the academy, shifts in curriculum with heavy emphasis on ideology, management training, the introduction of civic schools for commoners. He understood instantly what Gin was building: a new generation of trained administrators, leaders, and thinkers from all walks of life.

The blueprint also laid out aggressive industrial development and trade policies, aiming to make Konoha self-sufficient. Administrative, economic, and military institutions were being rebuilt into a cohesive whole—radically different from Konoha's original structure.

Gin even projected the village's population to triple within five years, aiming to reach at least three million citizens through migration, expansion, and development.

"What? Really?" Hashirama blinked in surprise. "That's not written anywhere! How did you see that?"

Madara rolled his eyes.As expected, my brother doesn't understand such things at all.

Gin's gaze turned intrigued. "Oh? You picked up on that so quickly?"

"Hmph!" Tobirama smirked. "It's obvious. Every section of this plan points in that direction. What truly surprised me, though, is your willingness to delegate Hokage powers—including administrative and mission-related authority."

He paused, then said seriously:

"I'll admit, I was biased against your appointment—not just because you're Uchiha, but because of your age. You're only ten! Even for a genius, I thought you'd be too immature to understand governance."

His expression softened.

"But it seems I was wrong. Very wrong. You've thought this through far better than I ever did. I sincerely recognize you as a more capable Hokage than I could have been."

There was no flattery in his voice—only sober acknowledgment.Tobirama had overlooked many elements of statecraft in his time. But Gin's plan addressed all of them with precision. If implemented consistently, Konoha would become unrivaled in the ninja world within five years, capable of uniting the fragmented nations under one banner.

"Heh. Thanks for the praise," Gin said with a small smile. "But let's focus on improving the plan. It's not perfect yet—we still have time to adjust before implementation."

Tobirama's recognition didn't change Gin's goals—but it was satisfying to earn the respect of someone who had historically hated the Uchiha clan.

"Of course," Tobirama said seriously and dove into the discussion.

Soon, Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Hikari, Hashirama, and even Madara joined in. The five-year plan, though nearly complete, began to take on new refinements as they debated, critiqued, and enhanced its finer points.

Three days later, Tsunade returned from her expedition with a Konoha detachment. Gin and the rest greeted them at the village gates.

The announcement was made:Tomorrow, Gin would officially be inaugurated as the Fourth Hokage.

"Ah, finally back!" Tsunade stretched, walking toward the Hokage Residence. "Time to relax."

"You wish," Orochimaru muttered. "With Gin in power, Konoha's real reforms will begin tomorrow. You think the top medical ninja will be left idle?"

Unlike Tsunade, Orochimaru was eagerly awaiting the changes—he hoped to lead the newly revived Research Department.

"What? No way!" Tsunade groaned. "The hospital's fine the way it is! Why mess with it?"

"Don't argue with me," Orochimaru said, shaking his head. "Try convincing Gin. I doubt he'll listen."

"Don't forget—Gin's medical skills surpass yours," Orochimaru added. "If he thinks reform is needed, it is. We'll just have to follow."

He smirked. "Besides, with Tobirama back, I'm going to have the best assistant in Konoha. Imagine what our research will achieve now! Gin really thought of everything."

Tsunade blinked. "That's true… but still… it's strange. Grandpa and Tobirama always hated the Uchiha. Why didn't they stop Gin's appointment?"

She frowned thoughtfully.

"Looks like a lot has changed while we were gone. If even Grandpa accepted him… then Gin really is something special."

Deep down, she was relieved.She had always believed Gin was the best choice for Hokage—but feared her grandfather might block it. If even he was convinced… then this was the best possible outcome.

"Even Tobirama acknowledged Gin?" Tsunade mused.

Standing off to the side, Jiraiya spoke solemnly.

"So… Tobirama knows everything Hiruzen and Danzō did… and he still approves of how they'll be dealt with?"

His voice was filled with sorrow.

"It really seems like they have no chance now. I just hope Gin will spare Sensei's life."

Despite everything, Jiraiya couldn't forget what Hiruzen had once done for the village—especially after Tobirama's death, when the village was at its most vulnerable.

Tsunade and Orochimaru were silent.

"We'll find out tomorrow," Tsunade said coolly. "Gin already announced it—the public trial is the day after tomorrow. He even resurrected Danzō just for it. Don't get your hopes up."

"In my opinion," she added grimly, "execution is the best outcome. Otherwise… life may become far more painful and humiliating for them than death ever could."

She had no doubt. Gin was capable of making even death seem merciful.