As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 420: Ron and Harry’s Suspicions

Curly-haired Guy: ?

Sakata Gintoki, his toothbrush still in hand, paused, a frown creasing his brow.

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Homeland Restoration Committee? What is that supposed to mean?

Doujin Artist: What’s that? It sounds rather peculiar.

Wig Guy: Alright, let me break it down for you. I have ascended to become the supreme military and political authority in Edo. Every soldier and official in Edo is now bound to follow my orders.

Machete Girl: Whoa!

Doujin Artist: My goodness, that’s incredible! How on earth did you manage to deceive them into granting you such a powerful position?

Wig Guy: I have a few clever tactics. I informed them that Utsuro and the Tendoshu now wield an immense power, unfathomable to them. I then claimed to have pilfered some of that very power. After that, all I needed to do was demonstrate my own capabilities.

Shark-Faced Guy: That is indeed plausible. With the might of a ‘Shinigami’ at your disposal, you are already quite formidable within that realm.

Wig Guy: Precisely! That’s why they readily believed me! In their panic, they appointed me as their chairman, tasking me with leading them to victory! Hahahaha!

Curly-haired Guy: Stow it, you scoundrel! So, you just went and seized power for yourself? You despicable cur, I wish you would just perish!

Angry!

Sakata Gintoki was seething with rage at that exact moment, on the verge of an outburst. What an utter fabrication about unity; this wretch had no intention of uniting anyone, his sole aim was to obtain a position of authority!

Wig Guy: Gintoki, my actions are all for the sake of our revolutionary triumph!

Curly-haired Guy: Utter nonsense! Do you truly believe I don’t know your true nature? If you were genuinely committed to the revolution’s victory, you would relinquish that chairman position to me!

A profound silence descended upon the group, lingering for a good score of seconds.

Doujin Artist: Hey, why has Wig suddenly gone silent?

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Wow, he’s just gone offline. I suppose that signifies his refusal. So, just as Gin suggested, this guy isn’t genuinely aiming for unity? He merely desires status?

Curly-haired Guy: Absolutely, there’s not a shadow of a doubt! That wretched fool has harbored an insatiable craving for importance since his childhood days! Boss, this situation is more dire than we initially assessed... I propose we expel Wig from our group!

Machete Girl: Expelling him from the group feels a tad severe, doesn't it?

Lazy Kitten: After engaging in conduct such as this, I believe he has certainly earned expulsion. I stand in support of Gin’s proposal!

Scarlet Lotus Fairy: I concur with the decision.

Wig Guy: Wait, wait! I haven’t gone offline; I was merely experiencing a poor signal! In truth, I don’t believe I am the appropriate candidate for the chairman’s role! That position rightly belongs to the boss!

Doujin Artist: My, you’ve certainly changed your tune with remarkable swiftness!

Curly-haired Guy: A poor signal? Who are you attempting to deceive? You could be in a sewer and still manage to receive a signal!

Wig Guy: Fine, believe what you will! However, I cannot permit an individual like yourself to assume the chairmanship, as that would constitute a grave betrayal of the revolution!

Curly-haired Guy: Your very existence is an affront to the revolution! How dare you utter such words? I am utterly ashamed on your behalf, you insufferable buffoon!

Wig Guy: Before you cast aspersions upon me, perhaps you should examine your own recent actions. What commendable feats have you accomplished in the past fortnight? I successfully pinpointed the Tendoshu’s clandestine location and infiltrated Matsudaira’s estate. You, on the other hand, launched an assault on the Tendoshu’s stronghold, only for them to evade your grasp.

Curly-haired Guy: Honestly, tell me, whose negligence led to their escape?

Doujin Artist: You two... each pursuing your own distinct objectives, how can you possibly hope to achieve anything substantial in such a manner?

Pretty Boy from Skull Island: Ultimately, your approaches lack sophisticated reasoning. Primarily, you fail to grasp the essence of genuine conviction and ideology.

Curly-haired Guy: What is that supposed to mean? Do you possess the standing to make such a pronouncement?

Wig Guy: Rati-san, is aspiring to become a divine progeny your conviction and ideology? If so, your aspirations are truly grandiose, so extravagantly so that they become utterly repulsive! As authentic idealists, we ought to dedicate ourselves to diligent effort and a life of austerity!

Shark-Faced Guy: And have you been diligently practicing this austerity?

Commencing with the fiery exchange between Sakata Gintoki and Katsura Kotaro, the entire group erupted into clamor once more.

Observing the diverse and impassioned declarations from each member, Geralt emitted a sigh and shook his head. Their modes of thinking remained insufficiently developed, a pervasive deficiency among all members of the group presently.

However, flaws are not inherently detrimental; individuals undergo gradual growth. As they mature and reach a certain developmental stage, they will inevitably begin to comprehend principles that were previously elusive—an objective and inescapable progression.

Consequently, Geralt felt no urgency, nor did he intend to impose his own perspectives upon his group members. Even if their daily interactions were characterized by such boisterous arguments, he viewed it as a positive outcome.

After all, it is through fervent debate that truth often emerges with greater clarity.

Shifting his focus back to the present, Geralt directed his gaze toward the dark-haired individual before him.

Snape's lips formed a thin line, and the excitement that had been on his face began to fade. He turned and walked to a cabinet tucked away in a corner of his study, retrieving a small wooden box from a hidden compartment. "Here, it's inside this. Take it."

"Alright, thank you." Geralt accepted the wooden box and turned to depart.

As he reached the doorway, his gaze flickered to the wall's corner, and a slight smile touched his lips.

Several dozen seconds later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione emerged from their hiding spot in the corner of the wall.

"Isn't that Professor Zickrein? What business does he have coming out of Snape's room?" Ron inquired, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. "And it appears they've struck some sort of agreement."

"It is quite peculiar," Harry Potter mused, a frown creasing his forehead. "I distinctly heard them discussing resurrection just now."

"Honestly, aren't you two being a tad overly suspicious?" Hermione asked her friends with a sigh of helplessness. "They are both professors; can't they simply engage in normal interactions?"

"I don't think it was normal at all!" Ron declared, resting his chin on his hand. "Do you recall Hagrid mentioning once that Professor Zickrein would disappear into the Forbidden Forest every Thursday afternoon and wouldn't return until late?"

"He did mention that, but so what?" Hermione questioned, narrowing her eyes.

"Have you ever considered the possibility that he was going there to feed a giant snake?" Ron's voice dropped, tinged with an odd suspicion.

Based on their comparative deductions from various clues, they had concluded that Mrs. Norris had been petrified by a colossal basilisk—the very pet of Slytherin's heir.

And where else could such a perilous creature as a giant serpent be harbored? Naturally, within the Forbidden Forest!

"Are you suggesting that Professor Zickrein is the true heir?" Harry Potter's eyes widened, his expression one of utter shock.