The morning bustle gradually subsided.
The air was filled with a faint scent of blood, mingled with the rotting smell of crushed vegetable leaves on the ground.
Watching the Konoha villagers, who usually acted superior and bullied the Uchiha at will by relying on their numbers, now beaten until they were crying for their parents and scurrying away like rats, Uchiha Akahiro stood on the street with his hands in his pockets, feeling an inexplicable sense of pleasure in his heart.
This satisfaction of seeing evil people get their comeuppance made the surrounding Uchiha Ninja flush with excitement, sweeping away years of pent-up frustration in their chests.
However, even when all was lost, there were still die-hard, brainwashed individuals putting up a desperate resistance.
“Uchiha’s evil Red-eye disease… don’t get cocky!”
Oshima Kenta was currently being held firmly to the ground by two Uchiha Ninja, half his face pressed against the cold stone pavement.
His swollen, fat face was full of resentment, yet he remained stubborn, spitting out filth despite his mouth being full of bloody foam.
“Hokage-sama will absolutely not let you off! You bunch of Village parasites, traitors, you will be wiped out sooner or later!”
There was absolutely no need for Uchiha Akahiro to do it himself.
Uchiha Tekka, who had by now completely transformed into a “fanboy of Uchiha Akahiro,” turned cold, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan suddenly narrowing.
He stepped forward and delivered a heavy backhand slap, striking Oshima Kenta squarely in the mouth.
Slap!
The crisp and harsh sound of flesh colliding echoed through the street.
Oshima Kenta’s scream came to an abrupt halt; several teeth mixed with blood were knocked flying, and he was left blacking out from the blow, collapsing on the spot.
This slap didn’t just smash the man’s mouth; it shattered his twisted sense of “Konoha superiority.”
“Take them all away and lock them in the bottom dungeon of the Konoha Military Police Force.”
Uchiha Tekka waved his hand in disgust, his tone icy.
Just as this satisfying street enforcement was coming to an end, Uchiha Akahiro, who had been standing still, suddenly raised an eyebrow.
In that instant, his keen perception, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, suddenly caught a burning, dark, and faintly malicious gaze.
The gaze came from a street corner not far away.
The purity of this malice was extremely high, so high that it caused a faint resonance in Uchiha Akahiro’s own Chakra.
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Uchiha Akahiro followed his intuition and turned his head unhurriedly.
There, in the mottled shadows of the street corner, a young boy stood all alone.
He had messy blond hair, six fox-whisker-like marks on his face, and was wearing slightly oversized, worn-out clothes that had been washed until they were faded.
It was none other than the seven-year-old Uzumaki Naruto.
At this moment, he was clutching tightly to his chest a few cartons of expired milk that he had just bought from a convenience store—items the shopkeeper had discarded at a discount as if out of charity.
This downtrodden Child of Prophecy was staring blankly at the Uchiha group before him, who were showing off their power and trampling the arrogant villagers underfoot.
Uzumaki Naruto’s eyes were incredibly complex; they held shock, envy, and even a trace of longing that he himself had not yet realized.
Meanwhile, inside Uzumaki Naruto.
It was that dark, cramped, massive sealed space with sewage covering the floor.
Deep in the shadows of the iron bars, a pair of massive, brutal, crimson slit pupils, like rubies, suddenly opened.
The Nine-Tailed’s body, as massive as a mountain, slowly writhed in the darkness, causing the chains to clank with a crisp sound.
“Hehehe…”
The Nine-Tailed bared its large, fang-filled mouth, letting out a harsh, mocking chuckle.
Its voice, like muffled thunder, echoed and tempted frantically in the depths of Uzumaki Naruto’s fragile heart.
“Kid, did you see that? Did you see that stinking Uchiha brat acting all high and mighty and being worshipped out there?”
The Nine-Tailed gently poked the edge of the seal with its claw, its tone full of malicious incitement.
“In the eyes of those Konoha villagers, you and the Uchiha are actually the same kind of monsters that shouldn’t exist. But why is it that he can trample this bunch of ants underfoot and ravage them at will, while you can only buy expired milk like a beggar, suffering the abuse, disgust, and cold glares of this trash every single day? You feel unbalanced, don’t you? You’re unwilling to accept this, aren’t you?”
A wisp of dark Red, brutal Chakra quietly seeped out from the gaps in the iron bars, enveloping Uzumaki Naruto’s illusory spiritual body.
“As long as you undo this eyesore of a seal just a little bit, I will lend you my power right now to help you tear this trash outside into pieces! Hahahaha!”
Under the erosion of the Nine-Tailed’s pure malice and his own intense inner turmoil, Uzumaki Naruto’s body in the real world began to tremble slightly.
A wisp of extremely hidden, yet destructive and brutal Nine-Tailed Chakra began to flicker on the surface of his body.
Sensing this energy fluctuation, which was full of the “Nine-Tailed” characteristics, Uchiha Akahiro in the distance not only didn’t retreat, but the smile on his lips became even more intriguing.
Interesting.
Uchiha Akahiro kept his hands in his pockets, lifted his foot, and with unhurried steps, deviated from the patrol route, walking step by step toward Uzumaki Naruto, who stood isolated at the street corner.
“Oh no! Uchiha Akahiro is approaching the target!”
The Anbu squad leader, code-named “Mountain Eagle,” who was hiding in the shadows of the roof, nearly had his eyeballs pop out from behind his mask.
A cold, sweaty terror instantly soaked his back.
Uchiha plus Jinchuriki—in the eyes of Konoha’s top brass, this was the deepest nightmare, a repeat of the “Night of the Nine-Tailed”!
“Captain! What should we do? Should we make a move?”
The voices of the two subordinates beside him were filled with uncontrollable trembling.
“You! Immediately head back to the Hokage Building at top speed and report this to Lord Third Hokage with your life on the line! Go!”
The Anbu squad leader, Mountain Eagle, roared decisively.
After sending his subordinate away, he gritted his teeth, endured the cold sweat spreading over his body, and braced himself to rush out.
Swish!
An afterimage flashed by.
The Anbu squad leader, Mountain Eagle, instantly used the Body Flicker Technique, standing like a wall, firmly blocking the path between Uchiha Akahiro and Uzumaki Naruto.
The first thing he did after landing was to hold the hilt of his Ninja sword, his muscles tense, his eyes filled with unprecedented gravity and vigilance as he stared fixedly at Uchiha Akahiro in front of him.
The air seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and a suffocating sense of tension, like swords drawn and bows bent, rushed toward them.
“Uchiha Akahiro! What are you trying to do? This is not a place you should be!”
Mountain Eagle shouted sternly, his voice sharp and hoarse behind the mask, though he was clearly intimidated.
He tried to use the authority of the higher-ups to suppress the other party, directly bringing up Konoha’s most core political Red line.
“Hokage-sama has long issued a death order: no one, especially you Uchiha, is allowed to approach the Jinchuriki at will! Back down immediately, or it will be considered treason against the Village!”
Facing this sudden interception and the undisguised warning about crossing the line, Uchiha Akahiro stopped three steps away from Mountain Eagle.
He crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, glanced at the terrified and vigilant Anbu, then looked at Uzumaki Naruto, who was standing behind, ignorant and clueless, clutching the expired milk in his arms, and finally fixed his gaze on the Anbu’s slightly unsheathed Ninja sword.
At this very moment, on this street filled with sunlight yet reeking of blood, Uchiha Akahiro, Uzumaki Naruto, and the Anbu formed a subtle triangular standoff.
And through Uzumaki Naruto’s blood-Red eyes, the Nine-Tailed, who was watching everything from within, was also staring fixedly at Uchiha Akahiro.