Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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Chapter 399 Naruto's "Arrogance"

The atmosphere in Konoha's interrogation room was so heavy it seemed like water could drip from it.

The stark white light shone down from above, illuminating the bare metal walls and the cold interrogation table.

However, the blond boy sitting in the interrogation seat seemed completely out of place in this serious setting.

Naruto had his hands behind his head, the front two legs of the chair were raised, and he was only maintaining a precarious balance on the back two legs.

His feet were casually crossed on the table, the soles of his shoes almost touching the face of the interrogator opposite him.

This arrogant "I'm the best in the world" attitude was naturally the result of the "careful guidance" of a certain battlefield Asura in the consciousness space.

In Ban's words, in this kind of place, whether you are right or wrong, you must first show your strength and never lose the battle.

Even if you're unsure of yourself, you have to act tougher than anyone else.

The presiding judge, Ibiki Morino, had a weathered, scarred face that revealed no emotion.

But his tightly pursed lips and sharp eyes betrayed his displeasure.

He slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang," attempting to intimidate the other party.

"Speak! Who are you? What is your purpose in impersonating the deceased Seventh Hokage and infiltrating Konoha?!"

Naruto glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his nostrils practically pointing to the ceiling.

His tone was lazy and sarcastic: "Hey, old man, haven't you already scanned me with that chakra detection device several times? And what was the result?"

Ibiki's voice was icy: "Techniques and ninjutsu that can disguise and mimic chakra reactions do exist! That doesn't prove your identity!"

Naruto let out a cold laugh that was hard to decipher, and finally turned his gaze to Ibiki.

Those deep blue eyes were filled with mockery: "Disguise? Imitation?"

"Then tell me, is there anyone in this world who can perfectly 'disguise' the Nine-Tails' chakra—that unique, violent, and vibrant chakra?"

"Find one for me to look at?"

Ibixi was speechless for a moment.

As Naruto said, the chakra of the tailed beasts is extremely special.

It contains unique life imprints and negative emotional energy, and its essence cannot be completely simulated by conventional ninjutsu or technological means.

The data returned by the testing equipment clearly showed that the surging energy within the boy was genuine Nine-Tails chakra!

This is irrefutable proof that current ninja technology cannot surpass it.

Could it be... that he really is the Seventh Generation?

But at this age...

Konohamaru, who was serving as a juror and witness, couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up.

His face was filled with grief and anger as he shouted, "Impossible! The Seventh Hokage was... killed by this traitor Boruto three years ago..."

He couldn't continue speaking; his eyes were bloodshot.

Naruto lowered his feet from the table, and the chair leg slammed back to the ground with a thud.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking directly at Konohamaru, his tone no longer frivolous.

Instead, he spoke with an undeniable sharpness: "Dead? What about the body? I, Naruto Uzumaki, may not be able to boast about other skills, but I certainly have the ability to save my life and fight."

"Even if something truly happens to me, with my abilities, do you think it's possible for the enemy to completely eliminate me without leaving any trace, not even a single cell or tissue?"

"Besides, I've seen my own abilities; there's no way I could be killed so quietly like this."

Konohamaru opened his mouth, but couldn't refute it.

Indeed, they have used all their resources over the past three years.

However, no clues have been found regarding the remains of the seventh generation, which is the biggest mystery in itself.

Naruto pressed his advantage, his gaze sweeping over Ibiki and Konohamaru before finally slowly raising a finger and pointing to his temple.

His tone was meaningful: "Besides, you keep saying that Boruto did it."

"Did any of you see it with your own eyes? Or are you simply convinced of it because 'someone' said it?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls and layers of barriers.

It was as if I could see someone several kilometers away, observing with a clairvoyant eye.

He still had that roguish smile on his face.

But deep within those blue eyes, a chilling, tangible killing intent suddenly burst forth!

The killing intent was so pure and so intense that it seemed to transcend the distance of space and directly choke the observer in the distance!

"You said so..."

Naruto muttered to himself in a low voice, facing the empty ceiling.

Several kilometers away, Ida, who was drinking milk tea, suddenly staggered backward, her face turning deathly pale!

She clutched her chest, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe!

Even through the telescope and from such a great distance, she could clearly feel that undisguised destructive will directed at her!

"He...he wanted to kill me...he really wanted to kill me!"

Ada's voice trembled, her eyes filled with fear.

This "Naruto" is completely different from the tolerant and even somewhat saintly Seventh Hokage in the data!

His eyes told her that he would show no mercy or hesitation to anyone who dared to frame his family!

In the realm of consciousness, Minato sighed softly, while Kushina clenched her fists, exclaiming with delight, "Just like that! This is the first time I've seen Ibiki look like he'd eaten shit!"

Nine-Tails snorted, indicating that it was going to sleep and not to be disturbed unless necessary.

Ban remained with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

Although Naruto's personality is similar to his contemporary self, he doesn't have many kind thoughts deep down.

If you hit me, I won't listen to reason! Especially if you've hurt my family, even if you're a woman.

The only time he chose to talk to Nagato was during their previous battle. If he hadn't accidentally seen Nagato's memories from back then and felt empathy for him, he wouldn't have chosen to talk to him and would have ended the fight directly.

Just as the atmosphere in the interrogation room was tense, and Ibiki and Konohamaru were being pressured into an awkward position by Naruto's imposing manner and words.

The interrogation room door creaked open.

Shikamaru, wearing a Hokage cloak and bearing the marks of time on his face, walked in with his hands in his pockets and a look of "what a nuisance."

He first glanced at the menacing Naruto, then at the grim-faced Ibiki and the agitated Konohamaru, and sighed helplessly.

He walked over to Konohamaru, gently patted him on the shoulder, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:

"Alright, Konohamaru, calm down. Leave this to me... from now on."

Chapter 400 Confirms the Guesses

The heavy metal door of the interrogation room slowly closed behind Shikamaru, making a dull "click" sound, isolating him from everything outside.

He casually pressed a switch on the wall, and the faint red light from the surveillance camera instantly went out.

Then, he winked at Ibiki and Konohamaru.

Despite their doubts, the two silently left the room as instructed.

Now, only the acting Hokage Shikamaru and the prisoner Naruto remain in the room.

Shikamaru pulled out the chair opposite Naruto and sat down, looking somewhat tired.

Unlike Ibiki, he didn't slam his fist on the table or glare at Naruto. Instead, he calmly gazed at Naruto with an inquisitive look, as if he could see through everything.

He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point:

"You're not the Naruto we know, are you?"

The tone is declarative, not interrogative.

Naruto raised an eyebrow, dropping his deliberately arrogant demeanor, but still leaning lazily back in his chair: "Oh? What do you mean?"

"Their appearance, chakra, and even that annoying recklessness are exactly the same."

Shikamaru tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his mind racing: "But something feels off."

"I can't quite put my finger on it, maybe it's something in my eyes, or maybe it's an unconscious reaction to certain things..."

"It's like a painting that's been copied so closely that the details are all correct, but there are subtle differences in the spirit."

He paused, interlaced his fingers, rested his chin on them, and his gaze sharpened: "But there is indeed a Nine-Tailed Fox inside you."

"This rules out the possibility of transformation magic or advanced disguise. So, there aren't many explanations left."

"Let me guess... You are Naruto from the 'past', and probably not from the past that I know of."

"Or... the past under another possible branch, right?"

Naruto's face showed a hint of surprise, which quickly turned into an admiring smile: "Impressive, as expected of Shikamaru. With just a few words, you've almost exposed all my secrets."

"It's just basic logical reasoning, though it's incredibly tedious."

Shikamaru said it was troublesome, but his eyes didn't relax at all: "Well then, explain why you're here. You didn't come all the way across timelines just for sightseeing, did you?"

Naruto didn't answer immediately. He leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming serious: "But before that, you have to tell me about my comrades!"

"Boruto, and Hikaru, how are they now?"

Shikamaru seemed to have anticipated this question and calmly replied, "Don't worry."

"Although Boruto's current 'identity' is that of a rogue ninja who killed the Seventh Hokage, ... because of your appearance, this matter itself is full of doubts."

"So they are just temporarily isolated and detained in a room not far from this building, and they have not been harmed."

"If you're worried, I can take you to see it right now."

Upon hearing this, Naruto immediately closed his eyes and spread his senses out like ripples on water.

Soon, he "saw" two familiar chakra reactions not far away.

They were locked in a room that resembled a lounge, their hands bound by specially made shackles, but their breathing was steady, and there were no ambushes or malicious intent around them.