Hearing this, the wariness in Anko’s eyes lessened slightly, and she nodded toward Genya.
“I will pass your message along, but whether he chooses to see you or not isn’t up to me.”
It seemed that ever since his failure to become the Fourth Hokage, Orochimaru had seen through many things.
He spent every day shut away in his laboratory, and no one knew what he was tinkering with.
Even she, his direct disciple, didn’t see him very often, let alone anyone else.
“Thanks.” Before leaving, Genya conveniently paid for Anko’s meal.
Seeing how polite Genya was, Anko lowered her guard a bit more.
It seemed not everyone in the Uchiha clan was so arrogant and looked down on others.
After parting ways with Anko, Genya planned to wander around for a few more laps, fulfilling his duties as a member of the Police Force while he was at it.
However, as he walked, he suddenly noticed that the people around him seemed to be thinning out.
Soon, the entire street became completely deserted.
Genya stopped in his tracks immediately and activated his three-tomoe Sharingan.
“Are you from the Anbu, or are you just Root dogs?”
The surrounding streets were empty; there wasn’t a sound.
Genya, however, turned around directly and quickly wove hand signs.
“Chidori!”
The very instant Genya finished the signs, a masked figure appeared rapidly, a kunai thrusting straight toward Genya’s heart.
But just as his Body Flicker Technique ended, he realized that Genya was even faster than him.
Accompanied by a cacophony like the chirping of a thousand birds, a blinding radiance of lightning appeared in Genya’s hand.
Striking second but arriving first, Genya directly grabbed the attacker’s wrist.
At the moment he blocked the offensive, the Chidori in his other hand instantly pierced through the assailant’s heart.
In that critical moment, several more ninja appeared around Genya—some wielding kunai, others weaving signs to prepare ninjutsu.
Before they even moved, not a single one of them intended to rescue their comrade about to die at Genya’s hands.
Instead, they planned to use the gap where both of Genya’s hands were occupied to slay him right there.
Seeing this conduct, Genya immediately understood: these were Root dogs.
In the eyes of a normal person, this was a desperate situation, but a sliver of a smile tugged at the corner of Genya’s mouth.
Several ninjutsu struck Genya’s position, blowing the street’s pavement to smithereens.
But once the smoke cleared, the Root ninja realized that they had only hit a log used for a Substitution Jutsu.
The real Genya appeared on a rooftop using the Body Flicker Technique.
The three tomoe in his Sharingan spun slowly, instantly seeing through the flow of chakra within the attackers’ bodies.
At the same time, he roughly estimated the strength of the Root ninja attacking him.
“Three Jonin, five Chunin…
It seems Danzo really was willing to pay a heavy price to kill me,” Genya chuckled, giving his right hand a light flick to shake off the bloodstains.
Genya wasn’t very proficient with the Chidori yet, but he had to admit that this move was perfectly suited for an Uchiha who had awakened their eyes.
It was fast and nearly impossible to dodge.
Combined with the dynamic vision of the Sharingan, its linear lethality was terrifying.
The only drawback was the inability to change direction once launched, but that wasn’t something that couldn’t be further developed later.
There were eight ninja on the scene.
Counting the one Chunin Genya had just killed, the Root had deployed a total of nine ninja.
All of them were the most cold-blooded Root ninja under Danzo’s command.
Their faces were covered by standard-issue masks, and their attacks were ruthless and decisive.
They showed no hesitation in their moves, even willing to use their comrades as bait or shields.
Undoubtedly, only a man like Danzo could train ninja to be nothing more than absolute tools for missions.
A saying had always circulated in the ninja world: when encountering an Uchiha with awakened eyes, run if it’s one-on-one; you might survive if it’s two-on-one; and victory is only certain at three-on-one.
From this, the formidable combat power of the Uchiha clan was evident.
Logically, since Danzo had deployed so many people, including three Jonin, it meant he was determined to succeed this time.
However, if Danzo thought he could be dealt with by just these few people, then he was truly being underestimated.
Fugaku would listen seriously to his words definitely not because what he said was logical.
The Uchiha were all essentially the same: they only respected those stronger than themselves.
In the instant his thoughts shifted, the three calmly rotating tomoe in his left eye suddenly accelerated!
The three tomoe rapidly converged, twisted, and merged within the crimson pupil, finally transforming into a Mangekyo Sharingan with an eerie pattern and an overwhelming aura!
“!”
The Root ninja had never seen the Uchiha’s Sharingan undergo such a change, but that didn’t stop them from sensing that the atmosphere surrounding Genya had completely transformed.
It was as if they were being locked down by a terrifying pressure originating from the soul—the feeling of being targeted by a massive predator…
no, by a natural enemy.
The remaining eight Root ninja grew instantly vigilant as those crimson eyes stared them down.
But this vigilance was useless, because the moment Genya’s left Mangekyo opened, an invisible genjutsu space enveloped everyone on the scene.
In the perception of these Root ninja, the world shattered like glass.
Their target, Genya, and even their entire surroundings became completely unrecognizable!
They knew they had fallen into a genjutsu, but no matter how they disrupted the chakra in their bodies, they couldn’t break it.
“What…
what’s going on?”
Fu Yamanaka watched as his subordinates died one after another before him.
The enemy in front of them was ever-changing, and their attacks seemed to pass right through a mere phantom.
Uchiha Genya’s voice seemed to drift in from all directions, carrying a tone of wanton mockery.
“Didn’t Danzo ever tell you that the most important thing when fighting an Uchiha is not to look into their eyes?”
In the genjutsu world, after only a few short minutes, every Root ninja except Fu Yamanaka had collapsed to the ground, their breath entirely gone.
Even a Jonin had no possibility of breaking free from such a genjutsu!
Only Fu Yamanaka remained, a mixture of shock and rage.
He watched as the world slowly returned to its original state.
Uchiha Genya appeared before him, one eye still maintaining its Mangekyo form.
Fu’s hands trembled slightly as he gripped his kunai in fear.
Was this still a genjutsu?
He couldn’t feel any trace of his chakra being manipulated at all.
If he couldn’t detect any traces, he naturally couldn’t find a way to break the genjutsu.
Looking at the heavily guarded Fu Yamanaka, Genya smiled and asked, “How is my genjutsu?”
Originally, within the Uchiha clan, Genya was the type of ninja who specialized in genjutsu.
Unsurprisingly, one of the Mangekyo abilities he awakened was a genjutsu.
But right at that moment, Fu Yamanaka suddenly and rapidly wove hand signs.
“Mind Transfer Jutsu!”