Night fell, and the dilapidated courtyard became completely silent.
As soon as Uchiha Yuya bolted the courtyard gate shut, the system panel in his mind began frantically popping up windows, with notification sounds ringing incessantly.
“Ding!
Task completion updated: 100%.” “Judgment basis: Target character ‘Uchiha Itachi’ has learned of the filing content.” “Comprehensive assessment: Public degree B+.” This system’s settlement was all about rigor.
Lord Itachi had not only seen it, but this absurd file had been officially entered into the records.
Even if the King of Heaven came, He wouldn’t be able to pull out this nail!
Uchiha Yuya sat on the tatami, green light gleaming in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the scrolling text on the interface.
“Rewards being distributed…” “Reward 1: Body Replacement Technique – Pre-judgment Trigger Mechanism.
Automatically consumes Chakra when receiving a fatal attack, no subjective consciousness required.
Restriction: 60-second cooldown after triggering.” “Reward 2: Body Flicker Technique MAX.
Non-seal explosive movement within 50 meters.
Restriction: Continuous use interval must be greater than 5 seconds, otherwise meridians will overload.” “Reward 3: Total Chakra volume increased.
Directly jumped from the end of Genin level to Chunin level.” This was a huge profit!
Three rewards, and every single one was teaching him hand-in-hand how to run away.
He didn’t seek to kill the enemy, only to survive.
The passive Body Replacement could withstand a fatal blow, the 50-meter Body Flicker could instantly open up a safe distance, and with Chunin-level Chakra, it was enough for him to flash a few more times.
Uchiha Yuya grinned, naming this combo the “Clan Annihilation Night Escape Package.” Fighting was impossible; it would never happen in this lifetime.
But to survive the Shura field in two days?
Now he finally had the confidence.
He got up and tested the Body Flicker Technique in the room.
This feeling was completely different from the Body Replacement Technique.
Body Replacement was changing positions, while Body Flicker was practically a catapult launch!
The moment his soles exerted force, he was at the corner of the room in the blink of an eye.
The 50-meter limit couldn’t be tested by running circles in the room, but this explosive speed was definitely impressive.
What was even more insane was that it didn’t require hand seals!
In a hell-level dungeon like the Clan Annihilation Night, saving half a second of hand seals was equivalent to forcibly erasing his name from the King of Hell’s Book of Life and Death.
Uchiha Yuya quickly reined in his Chakra and sat down obediently.
Getting the cheat was great, but he couldn’t be reckless now.
He bet that he was definitely on Uchiha Itachi’s blacklist.
Any slight movement could invite a fatal disaster.
Before the Clan Annihilation Night arrived, he had to weld the persona of a “pure-blood loser” into his very bones!
…
Meanwhile, the duty room of the Konoha Military Police Force was in a heated argument.
Three grown men were passionately debating around that kraft paper bag, spit flying everywhere, almost coming to blows right there.
Arguing to the end, no one dared to touch this hot potato.
Finally, they reached a consensus: play dead.
Don’t approve it, don’t reject it, don’t act; just send the original copy via express to the leaders above and let them have a headache!
And a copy of this deadly file had been lying quietly in Uchiha Itachi’s intelligence network half an hour ago.
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On the north side of the clan grounds, in a blind spot on the roof that even moonlight couldn’t reach.
Uchiha Itachi held a copy of the file in his hand, reading it over and over twice.
The first time to read the literal meaning, the second time to analyze the logic behind it.
Confessing in public yesterday, going to the Konoha Military Police Force to file a record today.
If yesterday was a mental breakdown due to too much pressure, then today’s operation was truly too absurd.
Would a crazy person flip through the clan rules?
Would he submit an application by exploiting the loophole in Article 17?
And would he accurately bury the sentence “If I die accidentally” at the end of the document?
This was definitely not a mental lapse; this was a calculated combo.
But what was he after?
Uchiha Itachi put down the scroll, his brows slightly furrowed.
Uchiha Yuya’s bizarre operations over the past two days revealed a clarity that made people extremely uncomfortable: absurd enough, public enough, and frantically shifting risks.
The methods were absurd enough that everyone would treat him as a joke, thereby lowering their guard.
The location was public enough, deliberately choosing crowded places to cause trouble, making it impossible to cover up the influence of this matter.
Finally, forcibly tying the two names together on the file made “killing him” an extremely thorny issue.
Once these three points were superimposed, the answer was obvious: this kid was frantically buying insurance for himself.
Uchiha Itachi stood up and, like a night cat, moved silently along the roof ridge toward the south side of the clan grounds.
At the entrance of the alley in the distance, Uchiha Yuya was walking out swaying with a broken trash can.
It was dark and the road was slippery, and this “loser” tripped heavily on the threshold, throwing himself forward in an extremely wretched posture.
With a loud “clatter,” the trash can smashed to the ground, and rotten vegetable leaves flew everywhere.
Uchiha Itachi hid in the shadows, staring coldly for a full half minute.
The Chakra fluctuation was so weak it could be ignored, and his physical coordination was also extremely poor.
If this was acting, then this acting skill could even deceive a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Uchiha Itachi retracted his gaze, his figure blending into the night.
Although he didn’t find any substantial problems, the danger level of the name “Uchiha Yuya” was raised by half a level in his heart.
…
It wasn’t until he threw the last piece of rotten vegetable leaf into the bucket and confirmed that the bone-chilling killing intent that felt like thorns on his back had completely dissipated that Uchiha Yuya slowly got up and patted off the dust.
That fall just now was purely high-level acting.
With the physical coordination of a max-level Body Flicker Technique, wanting to fall so naturally and without a trace was also a craft.
It was all about truly listening, watching, and feeling.
Playing the good grandson in front of Uchiha Itachi was the top priority at the moment.
The deeper the trump cards were hidden, the greater the chance of surviving the night of the clan annihilation.
Carrying the empty bucket back to the courtyard, he locked the gate.
On the system interface in his mind, the task bar had been cleared, and a new cooldown countdown began to turn.
Two social deaths in exchange for two generous rewards.
Max-level Three Body Technique, mental resilience, passive Body Replacement, max-level Body Flicker, plus Chunin-level Chakra.
Taken individually, they weren’t heaven-defying skills, but combined, they tore open an escape route from this hopeless hellish start.
The remaining time was already counting down.
Uchiha Yuya lay spread-eagled on the tatami, staring at the pitch-black ceiling.
Tomorrow, or the day after at the latest.
The massacre that would wipe out the entire clan would arrive.
He had to figure out all the escape routes, body replacement props, and the most core escape direction clearly before then.
…
Shifting the focus back to the dark abyss beneath Konoha.
The Root informant handed over the latest intelligence with both hands, placing it steadily on Danzo’s desk.
At the same time, in the Anbu intelligence room of the Hokage Building, another completely different record was updated.
Two reports, two extremes, flowed silently into the hands of Konoha’s top brass tonight.
When the sun rose tomorrow morning, the name “Uchiha Yuya” would be on the desks of both the Third Hokage and Danzo.
One saw him as a crazy joke, the other as a max-level schemer playing a big game.
And the instigator of this storm involving multiple parties was currently lying beautifully in the dilapidated courtyard, eyes closed, frantically calculating his shortest escape route.