Everyone followed Lu Ming’s gaze, their eyes converging on that young figure.
Shisui looked up.
“Lu Ming…” Shisui began.
“I love the clan that raised me, but I also deeply love Konoha Village.”
He looked around at the radical clansmen surrounding him.
“I resolutely oppose using an extreme military method like a coup to resolve our conflicts. If the clan remains stubborn and insists on launching this doomed coup…”
At this point, Shisui’s eyes widened.
The three tomoe in his eyes spun and intertwined, transforming into a four-pointed windmill pattern.
The Mangekyō Sharingan!
A tangible ocular power, colder than the previous forty-three pairs of Three-Tomoe Sharingan combined, radiated outward.
“If you insist on going your own way, I will personally take action to stop you!” Shisui said.
These words, combined with the pressure of the Mangekyō Sharingan, suppressed all the Radical Faction.
Uchiha Inabi’s eyes widened, and he took several steps back.
“The… Mangekyō Sharingan?! Shisui actually awakened those legendary eyes!”
Uchiha Yashiro’s legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
He knew exactly what this meant.
As the only known Mangekyō holder in the Uchiha, Shisui’s combat power was the highest in the clan.
If a coup broke out and Shisui stood with the Konoha High Command, how could they possibly win this fight?
Shisui alone was enough to deal them a devastating blow!
Shisui’s clear stance and display of strength silenced the Radical Faction who had been clamoring for a coup.
Lu Ming continued his move.
He turned his head and looked at another young figure standing behind Fugaku.
“Then what about you, Itachi?”
Lu Ming asked.
“As the eldest son of the Clan Head and the clan’s recognized top genius, what is your stance?”
The gaze of everyone present shifted from Shisui to the eleven-year-old Uchiha Itachi.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for his statement.
Sitting in the main seat, Uchiha Fugaku looked at his son.
He had just announced his support for the coup under immense pressure.
If his eldest son, hailed as the future of the clan, could stand up and support him at this moment, then he, as Clan Head, could still save face.
“Itachi, tell them your choice.”
Fugaku asked.
However, Itachi remained silent.
He lowered his head, his fists clenched together.
Images of being taken to the battlefield of the Third Shinobi World War by his father as a young child flashed through his mind.
The severed limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere, the thick smell of blood that wouldn’t dissipate, the desperate wails of the dying…
The killing and death had instilled in him a deep loathing for war.
After a long time, Itachi looked up.
“I… oppose the coup.”
The room erupted in an uproar!
“What did you say?!” Fugaku looked at his son.
The radical clansmen became noisy.
“Itachi, are you crazy? You are the Clan Head’s eldest son.”
“You actually don’t support your own father? This is an act of betrayal!”
Facing the accusations from those around him, Itachi did not back down; he loudly stated his reasons.
“A coup cannot solve the problem at all. As long as a war is started within the Village, regardless of success or failure, Konoha’s vitality will be severely damaged.”
“Do you think the other hidden Villages are blind?”
“Kumogakure and Iwagakure have been watching us like hawks. Once Konoha falls into internal strife, they will take advantage of the situation!”
Itachi said loudly.
“At that time, the flames of war will spread across the entire Ninja World, and the Fourth Shinobi World War will break out.”
“Countless innocent people will die, and the Uchiha will be completely destroyed in the flames! I will never support an action that pushes everyone into the abyss!”
As the son of the Clan Head, he had publicly backstabbed his father at the most critical moment and clearly opposed the coup.
Itachi’s choice shattered Fugaku’s final psychological defense and threw the entire assembly into chaos.
“Did you hear that!”
Lu Ming let out a roar that drowned out the noise in the room.
He strode to the center of the hall, looked at the Radical Faction with their ugly expressions, and reprimanded them sternly.
“Even an eleven-year-old child sees things more clearly than you fools who have lived for decades.”
“You frogs at the bottom of a well are overestimating yourselves to the extreme!”
“What right do you have to say that about us!”
Inabi gritted his teeth, still putting up a stubborn front.
“We have the elites of the Police Force, we have so many Three-Tomoe users, as long as we take them by surprise…”
“Shut up!”
Lu Ming interrupted him, his Chakra fully released.
The pressure forced Inabi to one knee.
“Take them by surprise? What do you think the Konoha High Command truly fears?”
“Is it a bunch of you who only know how to clamor, and who struggle to even fight a Jonin with your ordinary Sharingan?”
Lu Ming pointed at them.
“Don’t flatter yourselves. What the higher-ups truly fear is the Uchiha Madara of the past, who could sweep through thousands of troops.”
“It’s the Mangekyō Sharingan that can control Tailed Beasts, not you rotten fish and stinking shrimp.”
Lu Ming’s words shredded the last bit of the Radical Faction’s pride.
“Look at yourselves now—your hearts are not united, you’re like a heap of loose sand. Your strength is nowhere near what it used to be!”
Lu Ming pressed on, presenting the cruelest reality.
“Even if we take a step back and say you get lucky and actually kill the Third Hokage and the entire High Command, and the coup succeeds, then what?”
“Will the Hyūga Clan submit to you? Will the Ino–Shika–Chō follow your orders?”
“The number of civilian ninjas in Konoha exceeds our clan’s ninjas by ten or a hundred times! What will you use to win them over? What will you use to rule them?!” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
All the radical clansmen were left speechless by his questions.
Their minds were only filled with thoughts of how to kill the higher-ups, never considering the mess that would follow a power grab.
“The Uchiha long ago lost the absolute dominance that could suppress everything during the Village’s founding!”
Lu Ming hit the nail on the head.
“Rashly launching a coup will not allow you to control Konoha; it will only trigger a civil war. Not only will you fail to withstand the invasion of the other four great hidden Villages, but you will also lead the entire clan to self-destruction!”
Looking at the ash-faced Radical Faction, Lu Ming gave a cold laugh and decided to reveal his final trump card.
“Do you think the High Command is truly unaware of these secret meetings in the Naka Shrine?”
Lu Ming spoke.
“You think this is a desperate counterattack? Stop dreaming!”
“This is a grave that the old fox, Danzo Shimura, personally dug for you!”
“What?!”
Yashiro looked up, his face full of horror.
“Use your pig brains and think about it!”
Lu Ming looked at them.
“Why did Danzo deliberately keep pressing us? Why did he keep cutting the Police Force’s budget? Why did he allow the villagers to ostracize and suppress you?”
“He did it to push you to a dead end and lure you brainless fools into launching a coup!”
Lu Ming’s words shocked every clansman.
“As long as you dare to draw your blades first, as long as you dare to take the first step of the coup.”
“Danzo will have the most legitimate and reasonable excuse to mobilize the Anbu, Root, and the entire power of Konoha to wipe out the Uchiha Clan completely! Not a single person will be left alive!”
“You’re not just going to your deaths; you’re actively putting your necks on the enemy’s guillotine! You’re playing right into his hands!”
Clatter.
The Kunai in Yashiro’s hand fell to the ground.
Inabi slumped on the floor, his eyes vacant.
Every clansman present, whether radical or conservative, had a face that looked incredibly grim, and they were speechless.
They finally understood that their so-called passion and coup plans were nothing more than a ridiculous monkey show in the eyes of the higher-ups who played politics.
After completely destroying the Radical Faction’s psychological defenses, Lu Ming turned around.
His gaze finally locked onto the man sitting in the main seat, who seemed to have aged ten years.
“And you, Uchiha Fugaku!”
Lu Ming pointed his finger directly at Fugaku’s face.
“As the head of the clan, in this crisis concerning the clan’s survival, your stance has been wavering and your decisions inconsistent!”
Lu Ming enumerated Fugaku’s crimes.
“On the Night of the Nine-Tails, you weakly compromised and missed the best opportunity to clear the clan’s suspicion!”
“When forced to relocate the clan, you swallowed your pride and pushed the clan into the abyss of isolation!”
“Now, faced with the coercion of the Radical Faction and this obvious coup trap that leads to death, you actually rashly announced your support for the coup just to keep your ridiculous position as Clan Head!”
Lu Ming pressed closer, his powerful aura completely crushing Fugaku.
“Your decisions are inconsistent, and you have no sense of responsibility! A weak and incompetent person like you, who only knows how to drift with the tide, is not fit to lead the Uchiha!”
Lu Ming raised his arm and pointed straight at the door, delivering the final judgment.
“To save this clan that is about to be pushed into the abyss by you, you must step down!”