In the shattered tea room, the raging wind finally subsided.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in Uchiha Akahiro’s eyes spun rapidly.
Immediately after, the towering, god-like phantom of Tyranitar began to transform into specks of dark green starlight, all of which were drawn back into his body like a whale inhaling water.
He lightly brushed the non-existent dust off his sleeves, shoved his hands back into his pockets, and looked at the still-shocked Uchiha Fugaku with composure, calmly asking, “Is this level enough? Lord Clan Leader.”
“Enough… it’s more than enough!”
Uchiha Fugaku snapped out of his shock, his hands pressed against his knees trembling slightly from extreme excitement.
He made no effort to conceal the fervor and ecstasy in his eyes; even his breathing became heavy.
If Uchiha Akahiro’s previous blunt warning had merely shattered his illusions about the higher-ups, then this terrifying power, which was no less than that of a Tailed Beast, had completely shaken his strategic bottom line.
He was confident now!
He felt incredibly confident!
Uchiha Fugaku calculated frantically in his mind.
Before this, even after awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan, he had only dared to lead the entire clan in trembling, half-hearted compromise on the edge of destruction, because he felt that the Uchiha Clan could not compete with the entire Konoha Village.
But now?
With the addition of Uchiha Akahiro, a mobile “humanoid Tailed Beast,” the Uchiha Clan’s high-end combat power had reached an unprecedented peak in the Ninja World.
His mindset instantly evolved from “humiliating survival” to “planning an escape route”—even if the Konoha higher-ups really dared to tear off the mask and attack, with their current high-end combat power, the clan had absolute certainty of forcibly breaking out of Konoha while preserving the vast majority of their vital strength!
The Ninja World is so vast; it’s not as if the Uchiha Clan couldn’t survive without Konoha.
However, just as Uchiha Fugaku was immersed in the grand vision of the Uchiha Clan’s future revival, the sudden, earth-shattering noise and fierce curses from outside the residence shattered the atmosphere in the tea room.
“Uchiha Fugaku! Hand over Lord Uchiha Akahiro!”
“You old fossil, if you dare to touch a single hair on Lord Uchiha Akahiro today, we’ll tear this mansion down!”
As the overwhelming, targeted shouts of “pressuring the ruler” reached his ears, Uchiha Fugaku’s expression instantly changed from ecstasy to the color of liver, so dark it was practically dripping water.
With a livid face, he shoved open the dilapidated wooden door of the tea room and walked quickly into the courtyard.
The scene that greeted him nearly made the nominal Clan Leader vomit blood.
He saw that his own originally spacious courtyard, the walls, and even the rooftops were densely packed with heavily armed Uchiha clansmen.
Pairs of scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan connected into a sea of blood in the dark night, and the intense killing intent even dispersed the dark clouds in the night sky. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
Seeing Uchiha Fugaku emerge, a few elite members of the radical faction of the Konoha Military Police Force standing at the very front not only failed to salute but instead drew their long swords with a “swish,” the gleaming blades pointed directly at Uchiha Fugaku.
“Uchiha Fugaku! Stop putting on your stinking Clan Leader airs here!” the leading Ninja shouted sharply, spit almost hitting Uchiha Fugaku’s face.
“During the day, you were timid and subservient to the Hokage, and at night, you summon Lord Uchiha Akahiro for a private interrogation! We absolutely will not agree to this! Today, you must send Lord Uchiha Akahiro out unharmed; otherwise, don’t blame us for committing insubordination—we will not let this rest!”
“That’s right! No persecuting the hero of the clan!” the clansmen behind them raised their weapons in succession, their emotions running high.
Watching these clansmen, who were usually respectful to him, now drawing blades against him for the sake of Uchiha Akahiro, displaying this nearly absurd “rebellious” protectiveness, Uchiha Fugaku felt an unspeakable sense of powerlessness and bitterness rise in his heart, alongside extreme anger.
He had lost, lost completely.
This scene was like a loud slap across his face.
He had to admit that the incompetent concessions he had made over the past few years, pouring his heart and blood into the “big picture,” were not only unappreciated by the higher-ups but had also completely cost him the trust of all his clansmen.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Akahiro, using iron-fisted methods for just one day and confronting the Hokage, had completely won the fanatical loyalty of the entire clan.
In the Uchiha territory at this moment, Uchiha Fugaku’s administrative power was, in reality, dead in all but name.
Although Tyranitar’s malicious Chakra was only a fleeting glimpse, the earthquake it triggered in the middle of the night had only just begun.
The vast majority of the civilians in Konoha Village were awakened from their sleep.
They opened their windows in terror, gazing toward the Uchiha territory at the terrifying pressure that had yet to dissipate.
The lingering violence and heaviness in the air made everyone involuntarily recall the “Night of the Nine-Tailed,” which had been filled with blood and wailing years ago.
For a time, hearts were filled with anxiety, children cried in the night, and panic-stricken rumors spread like the plague through the darkness.
Compared to the panic of the civilians, the residences of the heads of Konoha’s various secret clans were staging their own scenes of varying expressions.
Inside the Nara Clan’s residence, the resident genius Nara Shikaku stood on the veranda in the middle of the night, draped in a single garment.
He looked toward the Uchiha territory, his brow furrowed, his eyes full of worry.
As the Hokage’s advisor, he understood the meaning of tonight’s fluctuation better than anyone—the situation had completely spiraled into an uncontrollable abyss.
Meanwhile, at the Akimichi household, Akimichi Choza was grabbing mouthfuls of grilled meat to calm his nerves while scratching his head in confusion.
In the end, Akimichi Choza simply gave up on thinking, muttering to himself that he would go directly to ask Nara Shikaku first thing tomorrow morning.
At the same time, in the courtyard of the Hyuga Clan.
The head of the main Family, Hyuga Hiashi, stood with his hands behind his back, his pure white eyes flickering with shock and bewilderment.
As a great clan possessing a Bloodline Limit, his perception of energy was extremely keen.
This mysterious, vast, and unfamiliar power that had suddenly emerged from the Uchiha Clan caused this clan head, who had always advocated for “watching and waiting,” to feel a strong sense of crisis for the first time.
However, the one who truly viewed this fluctuation as a gluttonous feast was the vortex of conspiracy hidden deep beneath Konoha. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Inside the dark and dim base of the Root organization, Danzo Shimura stared intently at the intelligence just sent back by Root.
Due to excessive excitement, his knuckles gripping his cane turned blue from the force.
That terrifying power, which transcended the conventional and was even vaguely on par with the Nine-Tailed, did not make this insidious careerist feel fear; instead, it thoroughly ignited the greed and covetousness in his bones.
“It’s not a Tailed Beast… nor is it an unknown Summoned Beast, but the power of that brat named Uchiha Akahiro himself?” Danzo Shimura let out a raspy, snake-like chuckle in the darkness, his single eye filled with morbid desire.
“This power can only become the sharpest spear to protect Konoha if it remains in my Root! The Uchiha Clan does not deserve to possess it.”
A poisonous scheme to strip and control Uchiha Akahiro began to take shape rapidly in the darkness.
Meanwhile, inside the Hokage Building office, the place was already brightly lit and filled with tension.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and Uchiha Itachi were deathly pale, devoid of any color.
Especially Hiruzen Sarutobi; he pressed down hard on his desk, the embers in his pipe flickering dimly due to his heavy, rapid breathing.
That pressure just now had caused him, the “Professor of Ninjutsu,” to tremble in the depths of his soul.
“Uchiha Itachi!” A shaken Hiruzen Sarutobi turned his head abruptly, his voice filled with undisguised panic and urgency.
“That power that erupted from the Uchiha territory just now… what on earth is going on?! Hurry back to the clan and check the situation! By any means necessary, you must find out the source of this power!”
“Yes, Hokage-sama.”
Uchiha Itachi lowered his head to accept the order, his mood equally heavy to the extreme.
Tonight, at the clan grounds, he had stood on the opposite side of his Family for the sake of so-called “righteousness,” and he was already notorious.
But for the peace of the Village, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and use the Body Flicker Technique to leave.
Watching Uchiha Itachi’s departing back, the suspicious and panicked Hiruzen Sarutobi still could not set his mind at ease.
He took a puff of his pipe, his eyes appearing gloomy and ruthless in the flickering light.
He turned his head slightly and gave a low order to the empty shadows:
“Kakashi, lead a team and follow him. Slip into the night and tail behind Uchiha Itachi. Do not alert the enemy. I want you to secretly bring back every single detail of Uchiha Itachi’s actions tonight.”
“Yes.”
A silver-haired, masked figure flashed and disappeared into the shadows.