Uchiha Akahiro stood on the steps in front of the door.
He clutched a Kunai tightly in his hand.
In the air, the violent energy belonging to the Desert Tyrant was still faintly fluctuating.
This energy was very weak, yet it caused the surrounding temperature to drop by several degrees, and the air seemed somewhat distorted.
Suddenly.
“Swish!”
A faint sound of something breaking through the air came from a nearby utility pole.
The sound was extremely quiet; if it were an ordinary Chunin, they would never have noticed it.
But Uchiha Akahiro had now fused with the power of Tyranitar, and his senses were sharp to an incredible degree.
He frowned and looked up abruptly.
The cold moonlight spilled onto the ground.
On the utility pole outside the small courtyard, and on that somewhat mottled wall, several people had appeared at some point.
There were three of them in total.
They were all wearing gray vests and various animal masks on their faces.
The person crouching at the very front had a fox pattern painted on their mask.
This was Konoha’s Anbu.
More accurately, it was the elite directly under the Third Hokage or Danzo Shimura.
They crouched halfway on high ground, looking down at Uchiha Akahiro below from a Superior position.
In the eyes behind the masks, there was only coldness and scrutiny.
The atmosphere at the scene dropped to freezing point in an instant.
Uchiha Akahiro stood in the courtyard, not panicking at all.
Instead, he sneered.
These lackeys, it was one thing for them to hide in the dark and monitor him like flies.
But today, they actually dared to sneak directly into his courtyard.
Did they really think he was a soft persimmon they could squeeze at will?
The moment these Anbu appeared, the Chakra within Uchiha Akahiro was instantly ignited.
That vast power belonging to Tyranitar, which had just finished fusing with his body, also exploded within him with a boom, as if provoked by something.
“Ugh…”
Uchiha Akahiro felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
Heat.
An unimaginable scorching heat.
It felt as if two balls of searing magma were rolling madly in his eye sockets.
This was a resonance of bloodlines.
It was the power of a Tailed Beast-level entity from another world, forcibly catalyzing his Sharingan.
Uchiha Akahiro gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at those Anbu.
In his vision, that pair of blood-Red Two-Tomoe Sharingan suddenly began to spin crazily.
The speed of the rotation became faster and faster.
Finally, those two pitch-black tomoe, like ink dropped into clear water, instantly spread out within the blood-Red color.
They began to deform, split, and then reposition.
“Snap!”
A faint sound, which only he could hear, seemed to echo in his mind.
The sharp pain in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented cooling sensation.
In both eyes, three pitch-black tomoe now reigned supreme.
They formed a triangle, slowly rotating within the blood-Red pupils.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan was complete.
Uchiha Akahiro blinked.
At this moment, the world before his eyes became incomparably clear.
The breeze under the moonlight, the breathing frequency of the people on the utility pole, and even the trajectory of the Chakra flowing in their bodies, all became clear at a glance.
This was the vision of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
At the same time.
An indescribably vast energy surged along his meridians, rushing through his body like a flash flood.
That was the Chakra belonging to Tyranitar.
It was completely different from the Chakra of ordinary Ninja.
This Chakra was both violent and heavy, even carrying a gritty, sandy texture.
This energy was extremely brutal, filled with the will of rock and evil that sought to destroy everything.
Uchiha Akahiro felt as if his body were a balloon about to burst.
But soon, the physique reconstructed by the system began to take effect.
Every one of his cells was greedily devouring this nourishment belonging to the Desert Tyrant.
His meridians were forcibly widened, the originally narrow channels now becoming as broad as great rivers.
That feeling of power emanating from his bone marrow made him want to find an opponent and have a fight immediately.
Uchiha Akahiro silently introspected in his heart.
So much.
It was simply too much.
This endless stream of Chakra was practically like a vast ocean.
If his previous Chunin Chakra was just a small puddle, then now, the amount of Chakra in his body had directly crossed the boundary of a Jonin, approaching Kage-level.
And this was still without Tyranitar exerting its full power.
This terrifying capital was the foundation for him to rewrite his destiny.
Meanwhile, the Anbu Captain on the utility pole was completely stunned.
They were originally just patrolling this area.
Suddenly, they detected an extremely brief, yet heart-stopping Chakra fluctuation in this remote small courtyard.
That was why they came to investigate.
But who could have imagined that upon landing, they would see the scene before them.
Under the moonlight.
The orphan who was originally just an ordinary Uchiha Chunin in the intelligence reports was now staring at them coldly with a pair of blood-Red Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
“Three-Tomoe…”
The Captain under the fox mask had pupils that shrank to the size of needle points.
How was it possible?
In the Uchiha Clan, everyone who could awaken the Three-Tomoe was, without exception, an elite of the clan.
Each one was an important combat force registered on the records.
This brat named Uchiha Akahiro, three months ago, clearly wasn’t even proficient with the Two-Tomoe.
How on earth did he evolve to the Three-Tomoe silently tonight?
What made this Anbu Captain feel even more terrified was that the aura on this youth was rising crazily at an unreasonable speed.
Uchiha Akahiro didn’t waste words.
He took a step forward.
Just that one step.
“Boom!”
An extremely terrifying gray shockwave exploded from beneath his feet.
Gravel flew everywhere, and soil rolled.
The air in the small courtyard became incomparably heavy in an instant.
A sense of gravity.
Or rather, a sense of suffocation.
The surrounding trees swayed violently in the gale; before the leaves could even hit the ground, they were shattered into powder by this terrifying heavy pressure.
In the air, there even faintly appeared phantoms of yellow sand.
“This…”
An Anbu Ninja nearby felt his body sink abruptly, nearly falling off the wall.
He used all his strength to barely steady himself, but his legs were already trembling slightly.
This Chakra was too heavy.
It was so heavy that it felt like a giant mountain pressing directly onto his shoulders.
“Captain, I can’t move…”
Another Anbu’s voice carried a crying tone.
He found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead; even moving a finger required consuming a huge amount of physical strength.
The surrounding air seemed to have turned into sticky glue.
Every breath felt like inhaling scalding sand, with his lungs burning with pain.
What kind of Ninjutsu was this?
Or was it some kind of terrifying Genjutsu?
They had never heard of anyone in the Uchiha Clan who could release this kind of Chakra that came with gravity and sand attributes.
The fox-masked Captain gritted his teeth, cold sweat already soaking his forehead under the mask.
He stared fixedly at Uchiha Akahiro.
If this level of Chakra fluctuation was a precursor to a coup, then there would be big trouble.
He had to send this message back.
Thinking of this, the Captain took a deep breath, forcibly resisting that heavy pressure, and spoke:
“Uchiha Akahiro, you…”
“Anbu Ninja, trespassing into the Uchiha Clan’s grounds in the middle of the night.”
Uchiha Akahiro coldly interrupted him.
His voice was not loud, even somewhat flat.
But falling into the ears of these few Anbu, it sounded like a thunderclap exploding beside them, making their eardrums ache.
Uchiha Akahiro stood amidst the sandstorm, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan emitting an eerie Red light.
Looking down at these guys from a Superior position, his voice was ice-cold and biting:
“What exactly do you want?”
As these words were spoken.
The heavy pressure in the air doubled again.
That rock and evil-attribute Chakra, carrying the will of the tyrant, swept toward the three of them as if it were tangible.
The utility pole emitted an unbearable creaking sound, and it was already covered with fine cracks.
The bodies of the three Anbu Ninja went completely rigid.