At the exact moment Uchiha Keizumi hurled his molten right fist forward, surging with scalding magma, his arm—swelling at an alarming rate—had already transformed into a massive, exaggerated lava fist.
To the eyes of the gathered shinobi from the Shimura clan, that glowing crimson magma fist loomed impossibly large—so enormous, in fact, that its size dwarfed all of their bodies combined.
It was as if a blazing red furnace, larger than a house, had descended upon them from the heavens, blotting out the sky.
The suffocating pressure and overwhelming dread sent shivers down their spines.
A terrifying thought arose in their minds—if this punch landed, the entire Shimura clan compound could be completely consumed by magma! Everyone would die!
But the horror also ignited their will to survive. Acting on instinct, each of them began forming hand seals at lightning speed, simultaneously unleashing their most powerful jutsu.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere!!"
"Wind Release: Continuous Vacuum Spheres!!"
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!!"
"Wind Release—!"
A barrage of Wind Release techniques erupted in unison, a clear testament to the Shimura clan's deep-rooted mastery and heritage in Wind-style ninjutsu.
Howling gales, razor-sharp wind blades, and whirling air bullets tore through the sky, crashing into Uchiha Keizumi's massive lava fist.
In an instant—
The front of the molten fist was pounded with deep, grotesque fissures, as if carved out by blunt-force trauma. One especially large wind bullet struck the fist, and its surface rippled like a pond struck by a boulder, splashing magma in all directions.
But they had clearly overestimated themselves—and grossly underestimated Uchiha Keizumi, who in recent days had cleansed the shinobi world of countless scoundrels.
The moment the various Wind Release jutsu made contact with his fist, the blow—carrying force rivaling a volcanic eruption—instantly scattered them into nothing.
Ironically, it was the impact from the Wind Release techniques that caused magma to erupt violently from the fist—turning the molten spray into a deadlier threat than the punch itself.
One young member of the Shimura clan wasn't so lucky. A lump of searing magma, about the size of a fist, landed directly on his shoulder.
In that very moment, he felt his left arm go numb.
He turned his head sharply—and what he saw froze the blood in his veins.
His left arm had already fallen to the ground. His shoulder looked like it had been bitten clean off by the lava—his entire upper joint erased in an instant!
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The pain was so overwhelming it couldn't be put into words—he screamed in sheer agony.
The splattered magma struck buildings across the Shimura compound, igniting every flammable surface it touched. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the compound was engulfed in a sea of fire.
And yet… the molten giant fist did not stop!
Several members of the Shimura clan, along with a summoned beast that had been called into the fight, failed to dodge in time and were swallowed whole by the lava fist.
They didn't even have time to scream.
Shimura Shō, dragging his aged body, hastily retreated with the few remaining elite shinobi of the clan.
Only when the massive, scalding lava fist stopped—barely a meter from Shō's nose—did it finally come to a halt.
But before they could even catch their breath—
They were shocked to see the surface of the now-still lava giant fist suddenly glow with an even more blinding red, as if something terrifying was about to burst out from within.
And burst it did—on a scale rivaling a volcanic eruption!
The entire lava fist exploded outward with a thunderous roar, disintegrating into a dense barrage of lava bombs that shot out in every direction like cannon fire.
Each lava bomb was larger than a full-grown adult!
[BOOM!!!]
One of the magma projectiles smashed into an open clearing within the Shimura clan's compound, instantly blowing a crater several meters wide into the earth. The searing magma continued to burn into the ground, hissing and boiling on contact.
[BOOM!!!]
Another lava bomb struck a three-story building. The entire structure collapsed in an instant, engulfed in raging flames that transformed it into an inferno.
[BOOM!!!]
One of the clan's elite shinobi was hit head-on by a magma bomb. His entire body vanished as though it had been wiped away with an eraser—his fragile flesh completely vaporized by the heat.
[BOOM!!!]
[BOOM!!!]
Each and every lava bomb wreaked unimaginable devastation across the Shimura compound. The destruction was so intense that it illuminated nearly half of Konoha like daybreak, drawing the attention of countless shinobi from afar.
...
"It's already too late..."
Still within the Uchiha district, Sarutobi Hiruzen stared out at the distant sky lit by soaring magma bombs, his aged face tinged with helplessness and sorrow.
He had witnessed Uchiha Keizumi's Lava Release many times before.
The moment he saw such an overwhelming eruption, he understood—there was likely no one left alive within the Shimura clan.
Or perhaps...
If there had been someone among the Shimura clan whom Keizumi deemed a "good person," then maybe—just maybe—one or two survivors might remain.
But the real question was...
After spending so many years under Danzo's influence—the black glove of Konoha—was there truly anyone innocent left within the Shimura clan?
Hiruzen felt a pang of guilt even as he entertained that doubt.
After all, Danzo's presence as the black glove had always been something he had allowed to exist. The Shimura clan's corruption under Danzo's shadow… wasn't entirely without his own responsibility.
"...Keizumi's Lava Release is truly terrifying," muttered Uchiha Fugaku on the side, his expression unreadable. A thought surfaced in his mind—Uchiha Setsuna had been deeply involved in this affair as well.
Even though Setsuna claimed he hadn't deliberately plotted against Uchiha Keizumi and had merely let slip a few things that perhaps shouldn't have been said—things he himself wasn't even sure were true—
Whether or not the Shimura clan acted on those rumors, he said, had nothing to do with him.
But...
In Keizumi's eyes, would such excuses really hold any weight?
If Setsuna had to defend himself by saying it was just "accidental information leakage," then hadn't he already exposed his own guilt? Maybe he was just trying to convince himself.
Fugaku's gaze grew heavier.
As the head of the Uchiha clan, perhaps he had enough authority to stop Uchiha Setsuna.
But to stop Uchiha Keizumi...
That was something even the Hokage couldn't do.
...
"So many Uchiha, so many in Konoha… is there really no one willing to step up and rein in that fanatical brat?"
Uchiha Setsuna was also staring into the distance.
The countless magma bombs soaring into the sky resembled bursts of fireworks. The sight should've been dazzling and spectacular—but at this moment, it chilled him to the bone. Cold sweat seeped from his palms.
He was far less composed than he appeared on the surface.
Setsuna clenched his jaw. He could already feel the threat bearing down on him.
It felt as though his life had slipped beyond his control.
Because Uchiha Keizumi had a "history"—a long list of actions that made one thing perfectly clear: that extremist brat had never spared anyone just because they shared Uchiha blood.
"...Damn it!!!"
The expression on Setsuna's aged face finally cracked.
His instincts screamed—once the Shimura clan finished bleeding, he would be the next target!
No—
To be precise, he had already been marked. The only reason that brat hadn't made a move yet was likely because Setsuna was always surrounded by numerous radical Uchiha loyalists.
Keizumi might simply be waiting for a moment when he was sure he could take him out in one strike.
The thought flashed through his mind—and Setsuna's face grew even more contorted.
"So I've already been a lamb on his butcher's block all along!"
He gritted his old teeth so hard they were about to shatter.
...
Meanwhile, within the ruins of the Shimura clan compound—
Shimura Shō, having just narrowly dodged a magma bomb, was trembling from head to toe.
Even he couldn't tell if he was shaking from fury… or fear.
Or maybe… both.
His clouded eyes stared into the distance, where Uchiha Keizumi stood bathed in lava. In that moment, he felt as if he were staring at the Nine-Tails itself—the same monster that had once brought Konoha to its knees.
To him, the destruction wrought by Keizumi's Lava Release was no different from the carnage caused by the Nine-Tails back then.
He was a human-tailed beast.
Watching helplessly as the Shimura compound was wiped out in an instant—eyes nearly bursting with rage as his clansmen were swallowed by the molten sea—Shō gasped for air, lungs stung raw by the sulfur-filled, blistering atmosphere.
"Uchiha Keizumi! In the name of Konoha… I'll slay you, you villain who uses noble justice as a cover for unrestrained violence!"
His deeply wrinkled face twisted into a snarl of madness and fury.
He tore open his robe in one violent motion. Etched across his skin were lines of mysterious sealing markings.
"You'll be buried with the Shimura clan!!!"
He roared as he dodged yet another magma bomb, surging toward Keizumi's location at top speed.
"Ninja Art…"
"Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique!!!"
The moment the sealing jutsu was activated, Shō's skin split open with countless tiny fissures. Blood gushed violently from every corner of his body.
The sprayed blood painted a massive reverse Four Symbols Seal pattern across the scorched ground.
Immediately—
The seal expanded rapidly into a massive sphere. Everything caught within its radius was swallowed into the sealing formation, pulled toward the depths of the underworld—dragging all matter within into the realm of Yomi, sealing it away for eternity.
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