At this moment, in the underground secret chamber of the Naka Shrine, Shin looked at the teleportation array glowing with a faint blue light.
Hearing the continuous explosions and faint wails from outside, he slowly turned around to look at Fugaku beside him.
“The first step is complete.” His voice was calm, but a flash of crimson flickered in his eyes.
“Sarutobi and Danzo both think we’re going to break out in a rebellion, so they’ve focused all their attention on the outer blockade.
They would never imagine that we never intended to face them head-on.”
Fugaku watched the light flowing on the teleportation array, then glanced at the chamber’s entrance.
The clan elders were leading the clansmen, walking toward the teleportation array in an orderly fashion.
The elderly, weak, women, and children were in the front, while the young and strong Ninjas followed behind, carrying the clan’s heritage and heavy supplies on their backs.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging in his heart, and gave a heavy nod.
“Pass down the order.
Begin teleportation according to the prearranged sequence.”
The roar of explosions continued to roll through the streets of Konoha.
Aftershocks caused dust to fall from the walls, and scorching smoke wrapped in heat waves swept through every alleyway of the Hokage Administrative District.
Hiruzen Sarutobi led the main force of the Anbu to the residential areas where the fires were most intense, while Danzo led more than half of the Root’s elites to nail themselves firmly before the blockade line of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
The defenses around the Hokage Building were instantly emptied of more than half their strength.
In the shadows of the ruins, Uchiha Taohuo and Uchiha Tekka opened their eyes simultaneously.
Crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingans spun slowly in the thick smoke, bright as two clusters of cold fire.
The patrol routes of the few remaining Anbu outposts, their lines of sight, and even their breathing intervals were all precisely captured by the Sharingan.
“Move.”
Taohuo uttered only a single word.
Their figures instantly blurred into two afterimages, their footsteps landing precisely in sync with the roar of each explosion to perfectly mask the sound.
They advanced rapidly along a half-collapsed courtyard wall.
With the Sharingan’s dynamic vision locked onto the guards’ movements, the two slid forward through blind spots.
Like two wisps of wind blending into the smoke, they reached the side door of the Hokage Building in just a few breaths.
“Who’s there?!”
The Anbu guard by the door tensed up instantly, his hand already reaching for the Kunai at his waist.
But before he could finish his sentence, a pair of crimson Sharingans appeared right before his eyes.
“Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique.”
Only a broken, muffled groan escaped the Anbu’s throat.
His body was instantly pinned by the genjutsu, his limbs feeling as if they were pierced by invisible iron stakes.
He couldn’t even move a finger.
In the next second, a sharp Kunai sliced through the air, precisely cutting his carotid artery.
Warm blood splattered onto the cold wall as he slumped to the ground, unable to even sound the alarm.
The guard on the other side had just noticed something was wrong and was about to form hand seals when Tekka’s figure appeared silently behind him.
A Kunai, carrying the sharp whistle of wind, pierced straight through his heart.
“Tekka, take two people and keep watch on the perimeter.
Kill anyone who approaches without exception.” Taohuo flicked the blood droplets off his Kunai, his voice extremely low.
“The remaining two, follow me inside.”
The three of them dashed into the Hokage Office.
Scattered scrolls and overturned tables and chairs littered the floor—all a mess caused by the earlier explosions.
The Sharingan swept over every corner of the room.
Walls, floors, and hidden compartments in the desk—several Chakra seal nodes were instantly identified.
The three didn’t hesitate for a second, immediately beginning to dismantle the seals and search.
Their fingers moved so fast they were mere blurs, every second felt like dancing on the edge of a blade.
The sound of explosions outside continued to ring out, but Tekka’s voice still came through the door, carrying a hint of tension: “Taohuo, hurry!
A squad of Anbu is coming this way.
They’ll be here in thirty seconds!”
“Found it!”
Just as he spoke, a Jonin pried open the deepest hidden compartment of the desk.
His fingertips touched the thick scroll, and the moment it unfurled, the words ‘Flying Thunder God Technique’ were clearly visible.
He quickly scanned the contents of the scroll to confirm there were no issues and immediately let out a low shout.
Taohuo glanced at the scroll and, without any hesitation, immediately ordered: “Withdraw!”
The three instantly stopped their actions, turned, and rushed out of the office to regroup with Tekka outside.
Without staying for a moment, their figures vanished into the shadows of the Hokage Building, shielded by the smoke.
In just a few breaths, a squad of Anbu rushed into the empty office.
Seeing the corpses of their two comrades on the ground and the pried-open compartment, the face of the Branch Commander instantly turned pale.
He roared in shock, “The scroll of seals!
The scroll of seals has been stolen!
Quick!
Sound the Maximum Alert!!”
By then, Taohuo and his team had already followed their predetermined route and met up with Uchiha Kai, who was waiting outside the Hokage Building.
Using the raging fires and the chaotic crowd as cover, they silently slipped toward the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Dozens of meters deep in the Root base, the continuous explosions above caused dust to fall from the rock walls.
The cold fluorescent lights embedded in the rock crevices flickered in the tremors, casting ghostly shadows through the long, narrow corridor.
Danzo had taken more than ninety percent of the base’s elites, leaving less than a small squad of Ninjas to guard the Core Laboratory.
Now, the sound of explosions from the surface traveled down through the soil, making eardrums ache.
The remaining Root Ninjas were already unsettled, clinging to their communicators to listen to the situation outside.
Their patrol patterns became disorganized, and no one noticed that uninvited guests had already slipped into the darkness.
In the shadow of a corridor corner, Uchiha Yakumi raised his hand to stop the others behind him, his crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan spinning slowly in the dark.
Every hidden Monitoring Barrier in the corridor, every guard’s position and blind spot, and even the airflow in the ventilation ducts were precisely analyzed and clearly seen by the Sharingan.
He made a silent gesture to Uchiha Yashiro and Yakugo beside him.
The three immediately split into three paths, leading the Ninjas behind them like venomous snakes merging into the darkness, sliding out silently.
The two Root Ninjas guarding the laboratory entrance had just turned their heads toward the direction of the vibrations when a pair of crimson Sharingans suddenly met their gaze.
Yakugo’s genjutsu spread noiselessly, and the two instantly froze in place.
Without even a groan, their throats were precisely pierced by the Kunai in Yashiro’s hand.
As their bodies slumped, they were caught steadily, making no sound at all.
The seal lock on the laboratory was useless before the Sharingan.
In less than three breaths, the heavy Alloy door slid open silently.
The scene inside chilled them to the bone—Sharingan eyes soaking in Nutrient solution were neatly arranged in three layers.
Blood-stained surgical instruments were scattered on the experimental table, and the cold storage cabinets on the walls held countless Human experiment samples.
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