Dead silence.
The entire underground secret chamber fell into a dead silence more terrifying than the abyss.
If the previous silence was due to shock and killing intent, now it was purely due to an irresistible fear originating from the depths of their souls.
That thing emanating from Senju Naoki could no longer be called “pressure.” It wasn’t as violent as Chakra, yet it was heavier than any S-rank forbidden technique; it was formless and intangible, yet it seemed to turn the air into thick liquid lead and mercury, making every breath feel like swallowing razor blades.
The candle flames on both sides of the secret chamber no longer flickered but were suppressed by an invisible force, their light twisting into eerie arcs as if prostrating before a supreme being.
They felt as if they weren’t facing an eight-year-old child, but rather the true form of a demon god stepped out of ancient myths, ruling over slaughter and destruction.
Naoki’s inner self was also roaring, though the vibe was completely different.
“System!
You’re doing it again!
What the hell is this Pressure Trial Card?
I feel like my body isn’t mine anymore!
It’s so cold!
I want to shiver!
Though this feeling is actually pretty cool, seeing them all scared like quails.
But…
what do I do next?
Just stand here?
This is so awkward!
Give me a hint, quick!”
The system didn’t answer him, instead replacing words with action.
Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of Sharingan spinning wildly with fear, Naoki moved.
He took the first step.
Tap.
The crisp sound of his footstep, in this secret chamber where one could hear a pin drop, was like a death knell tolling in the depths of everyone’s soul, causing their hearts to skip a beat.
He didn’t retreat, nor did he flee.
Instead…
he walked step by step toward the deepest part of the secret chamber, toward that massive Stone Tablet that symbolized the glory and secrets of the Uchiha Clan.
His pace was slow and steady.
The distance of each step seemed measured with a ruler, incredibly precise, carrying a rhythm that crushed all things.
He didn’t look at anyone, walking straight ahead past the Uchiha Clan members who were frozen in fear.
The crowd parted like a split tide, subconsciously retreating to both sides to open an absolutely straight path for him.
No one dared to block him, and no one even dared to meet his gaze.
Those Uchiha elites, who just a moment ago were clamoring to reclaim their glory, now lowered their proud heads one after another, like subjects welcoming a king’s inspection.
A young Uchiha tried to force his head up, relying on his bloodline pride to meet that figure’s gaze.
However, the moment his Three-Tomoe Sharingan captured those blood-colored black holes, an indescribable pain exploded from deep within his eyeballs!
The tomoe patterns in his eyes actually began to crack, and finally, with a suppressed groan, blood seeped from the corners of his eyes as he collapsed miserably to his knees, completely losing the will to resist. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
This scene was absurd to the extreme.
A pack of wolves holding sharp blades was respectfully making way for a passing lamb.
“Holy crap, holy crap, where are we going?
To touch that broken stone again?
I’ve already signed in!
System, do you have OCD?
Do you have to go through the motions for it to count?
Don’t do this, I just want to go home and sleep!
This atmosphere is too terrifying, I feel like I’m about to crack!” Naoki’s inner self was complaining wildly, but his body remained out of his control, maintaining that pace of a ruler looking down upon the world.
Uchiha Setsuna’s body was trembling slightly.
It wasn’t fear, but excitement!
A near-manic excitement!
He watched the silver-haired brat walk past him without even sparing a glance from the corner of his eye.
At this moment, the crazy thought in his mind became incredibly clear and firm!
“This aura…
this arrogance that treats us as if we were nothing…
this innate, absolute suppressive force over our Uchiha Clan…
There’s no mistake!
There’s absolutely no mistake!”
“This isn’t something that can be imitated!
It’s something etched into the soul!
Only he!
Only that man who once stood at the pinnacle of the Uchiha could possess such capacity!”
Under everyone’s gaze, Naoki walked up to the massive Stone Tablet.
Then, he made a move that nearly caused everyone’s hearts to stop.
He turned around, completely exposing his back—that undefended, seemingly fragile back—to the dozens of Uchiha elites behind him.
This was a posture full of ultimate contempt and absolute confidence!
He seemed to be declaring through his actions: You pieces of trash, even if I show you my back, you won’t be able to harm a single hair on my head.
Naoki was close to tears inside: “System!
Are you crazy?!
Showing my back to the enemy?
That’s a huge taboo in warfare!
If they hit me with a Great Fireball right now, I’ll turn into a roasted suckling pig!
Let me turn back around!
Please!”
The system ignored his wailing.
Naoki was forced to raise his head and “gaze” at the Stone Tablet before him, as if reviewing an insignificant piece of art.
Right now, he just wanted to end this damn roleplay as soon as possible.
Time seemed infinitely stretched at this moment.
One second, two seconds…
every second felt as long as a century.
“Alright, alright, I’ve seen it.
It’s just a broken rock.
Can I go home now?
I haven’t had dinner yet.”
While he was frantically muttering to himself inside, an involuntary sound escaped his throat.
“Tch.”
It wasn’t a laugh.
It was a short, slight sneer that seemed to contain endless contempt and disdain for all things in the universe and the rise and fall of ages.
The sound wasn’t loud, but in this deathly silent basement, it was like a thunderclap falling from the nine heavens, clearly piercing everyone’s eardrums.
This sneer was like an invisible, red-hot hammer, ruthlessly smashing into the proud self-esteem of every Uchiha Clan member.
The ultimate Stone Tablet they took pride in, which recorded the family history, the source of power, and even secrets beyond the Mangekyo…
in the eyes of this brat, it was only worthy of a…
disdainful sneer that didn’t even count as an evaluation?
This was a humiliation that made them feel even more ashamed than if he had slapped each of them across the face!
Uchiha Setsuna’s pupils instantly shrank to the size of dangerous pinpricks.
The last string of sanity in his mind snapped completely along with that sneer.
A terrifying yet fanatical conclusion boomed into form in his heart, making him tremble all over from extreme excitement.
“He understood it…
He didn’t need the Sharingan.
In just an instant, he understood all the contents on the Stone Tablet that require a Mangekyo to decipher…”
“And then…
he thought all of it…
was laughable.”
“This capacity…
this vision…
this overbearing dominance that treats our clan’s thousand-year secrets like dust…
Who else could it be but that man?!”
“Reincarnation!
This must be Lord Madara’s reincarnation!
The will of Indra has finally descended once again!”
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