The unique traits of the Uchiha bloodline allowed them to produce a higher number of ninjas.
There wasn’t a single family without some sort of relative or connection.
Senya was reminding them, hinting to them, that the Konoha higher-ups were the ones who had betrayed them first.
Anyone could become a victim.
Their eyes could become someone else’s collection!
At this moment, even the doves of the clan were deep in thought.
Why?
Why would the Konoha higher-ups treat them this way?
“The Konoha higher-ups, led by Sarutobi Hiruzen, have been deceiving us, hurting us, and oppressing us.
They are preparing to carry out a massacre against us, and on the eve of this slaughter, they still vainly attempt to blind us with peace talks!” A massacre.
The crowd failed to process the word immediately.
What massacre?
“If Elder Uchiha Setsuna hadn’t exposed the true faces of the Konoha higher-ups, we might be celebrating the arrival of peace right now.” “But the facts tell us that we were wrong!” “We wanted to choose peace, but from the very beginning, they chose to exterminate our bloodline!
To annihilate our clan!!
To erase our history!!!” “Everyone, think about our parents, our lovers, our children, our friends, and our neighbors.
At any moment, they could fall into pools of their own blood.” Senya swung his arms forcefully, his voice booming with a fierce question.
“Is this our fate?!
Is this the outcome you want?!” The Uchiha clan possessed a deep, almost incomprehensible emotional attachment to their loved ones.
Just picturing that bloody scene sent shivers down their spines.
And then came the anger.
An anger that had been suppressed to its absolute limit finally erupted!
“No!!!” “Kill them all!!!” “We demand an explanation!!” When individuals merge into a collective, their personal will and thoughts are overtaken by the will of the group.
Senya had successfully twisted all these individuals into a single, unified entity.
Perhaps, as time passed, they would separate from this collective and calmly reflect on Senya’s words.
But right now, anyone who rejected their collective will was their enemy!
Uchiha Fugaku stared at his youngest son, whose face was flushed red with overwhelming fury, and felt a chill run down his spine.
He couldn’t understand how everything had gone to absolute hell in just a few short minutes.
“Calm down!” Uchiha Fugaku used the Body Flicker Technique to appear on the stage.
He snatched the megaphone and shouted an appeal.
“Everyone needs to calm down!” “If we choose to go to war with Konoha, our clan might cease to exist.
Do not let hatred blind your—” Senya pulled out another large megaphone, cutting Fugaku off.
“Uchiha Fugaku, as the clan head, your first priority should be to protect the interests of the clan, the interests of us all!” His voice dropped, heavy with disappointment.
“Do you not realize that every time you back down, it only gives the Konoha higher-ups more motivation to hurt us?!” “Right now, we have nowhere left to retreat.
One more step back and we fall into a bottomless abyss, yet you still want us to yield.” Fugaku wished he could tape Senya’s mouth shut.
He hastily defended himself.
“Everyone, that is not what I meant.
It is still unconfirmed whether Shimura Danzo transplanted Shisui’s eye.
If we take this step, there truly will be no turning back.” “If Shimura Danzo didn’t transplant Shisui’s eye, then why didn’t he dare to unwrap his bandages?” someone in the crowd asked furiously.
This time, it wasn’t a plant arranged by Senya.
To his enemies, Uchiha Shisui was synonymous with death—cold and decisive in his actions.
But to his clansmen, he was a gentle and kind-hearted person.
He never acted arrogant toward those weaker than him just because he was powerful.
Whenever he saw someone in need, he would stop and lend a helping hand.
If anyone encountered a bottleneck in their training, they could easily ask him for advice.
As long as he had the time, he would patiently guide them.
He firmly believed in the Will of Fire and practiced it in his daily life.
Very few people could ever hate such a purely good person.
That was exactly why, after his death, the Military Police Force was so furious with Fugaku’s precious eldest son, Uchiha Itachi.
“I will seek verification from the Third Hokage.
If Shimura Danzo truly murdered Shisui, I will definitely seek justice for him.” These words sounded weightless and weak.
It was almost laughable.
“Justice?!” Senya took two steps forward, stopping at the edge of the stage.
He stared at the crowd with absolute resolve.
“I just want to tell everyone that peace, fairness, and justice can never be begged for!” “As for whether Shisui was murdered by Shimura Danzo leading the Root and Anbu ninjas, we can go find Sarutobi Hiruzen and Shimura Danzo right now to verify it.” “If he cannot give us an explanation!” Senya furiously smashed the megaphone onto the ground, his eyes locked onto the crowd.
“Then we will use our own methods to get an explanation from them!!” Senya’s hardline stance won the approval of the vast majority.
Their voices converged into a massive shockwave.
“YEAH!!!” Uchiha Fugaku roared with every ounce of strength in his lungs.
“As your clan head, I order you all to stop right there!” His words were like a basin of ice water poured over everyone’s heads.
The crowd stopped in their tracks.
They turned their heads and stared blankly at Fugaku, unable to comprehend why their clan head was holding them back.
Always backing down, always retreating…
How many years had it been?
How much longer did they have to yield?!
Did they really have to wait until someone pressed a blade against their necks before they fought back, just like Senya said?
Someone questioned in dissatisfaction, “Clan Head Uchiha Fugaku, are we really just going to let this go?” “Everyone, calm down!” Fugaku took a deep breath.
“I will continue to communicate with the Third Hokage about this matter.
I will definitely get justice for Shisui.” Senya said nothing.
He silently pulled out yet another megaphone, pressed a button on a tape recorder, and the audio from the morning’s peace talks echoed through the sky above the square.
Hearing the conversation of the Konoha higher-ups, everyone felt a stinging pain on their cheeks.
The voices of the higher-ups were like a series of harsh slaps, striking them across the face again and again.
Yet even so, their clan head was actually demanding that they calm down.
He even said he would continue to communicate with the Third Hokage…
They didn’t even know what to say anymore.
“Mother, why is Father stopping us?” Sasuke asked, feeling deeply wronged.
Uchiha Mikoto sighed and said gently, “Your father has his reasons.
As his family, we must support him unconditionally.” “What if Father is wrong?” “Sasuke!” Uchiha Mikoto’s expression turned stern, startling the boy.
“Your father is never wrong!” Sasuke lowered his head.
He felt that things shouldn’t be like this.
Even though he deeply admired his father.
But…
This situation shouldn’t be handled like this!
“Clan Head Fugaku, Sarutobi Hiruzen’s attitude is obvious.
You can never wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.” “Now, it is time for us to make a change.” Senya took a deep breath and spoke with absolute finality.
“Blood for blood!”