Colorless... tasteless... formless... traceless... only guided by the heart, obeying commands from Roy....
Compared to the Aburame Clan who control physical insects as weapons to aid in their battles, the heart insects... seem more like illusions, ethereal and mysterious, bearing Roy's will, splitting into two, two into four, four into eight....
In the blink of an eye, they split into thirty-two parts, corresponding to the thirty-two Uchiha Clan Members below, their abdomens contracting and squirming, along the causal lines of the Uchiha blood ties, infiltrating everyone's hearts without a trace....
Roy gently closed his eyes, standing next to Uchiha Fugaku with his eyes slightly lowered, a thought flashed through his mind, and immediately images appeared in his brain... all entwined with dark black aura... just a glance is enough to make one catch their breath.
Among them was a young Uchiha, who had just lost his father, shouting to seek justice for his father.
Some had lost their wives... their sons... their brothers and sisters... their beloved friends....
Roy's consciousness submerged, transforming into an Outsider, driving the heart insects to devour these black auras... slowly strolling on the tape formed by the sea of "images"... his calm and composed heart began to lean towards "distorted""mad""hysterical"... the eyes hidden beneath his fringe gradually showing a hint of blood red....
"Clan Leader,"
"Fugaku,"
"Lord Fugaku...."
Seeking justice... lamenting grievances... venting emotions... protesting injustice... reaching a climax, it had clearly formed an "emotional storm of anger and discontent!"
"Roaring and fierce," pressuring towards Uchiha Fugaku.
Shisui sat cross-legged beside Roy, "gulp~" swallowing his saliva, his small hand unconsciously grabbed a corner of Roy's garment.
At the farthest corner of the hall, Obito sat cross-legged, leaning against a sturdy pillar, his big mouth shut, aware... speaking now would easily invite trouble, he simply moved closer to the door.
He was an orphan, never having lost parents, nor siblings, not yet having lost beloved friends, unable to empathize, but... the boy swept his gaze over the furious clan members, immediately clutching his head, only feeling overwhelmed!
"Being a clan leader is tough... isn't being Hokage even tougher?"
"Aren't there more messes to face every day?"
Determined to become Hokage, kick Kakashi out as a rival in love, and then marry Rin, reaching the pinnacle of life, Uchiha Obito grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Ahem..." at one point, an elderly, faint cough resounded......
The shrine hall instantly fell silent, even the rampant uproar dissipated simultaneously,
Uchiha Setsuna holding a cane, having been imprisoned from World War II to World War III, ten years of imprisonment bent his waist and grayed his hair, yet... that pair of blood-red eyes, and the authoritative presence of the clan elder, showed no signs of weakening.
The old man coughed softly, heavily planting his cane on the ground with a "thud..." sound.
Then looked up at Uchiha Fugaku above, saying faintly: "Fugaku, did you hear all this?"
"Elder...." Numerous gazes gathered....
Uchiha Setsuna shakily stood up with his cane, gently nodding at Hachida who came to assist him, the two slowly, hesitantly walking towards the coffins....
His gray beard appeared disheveled, fingers one by one touching the surface of the coffins, hoarsely saying: "Konoha's life is life, Uchiha's life is also life, during the second war, it looked like this... it's just,
"I really didn't expect, after ten years, Uchiha's destiny remained dead and gone, still this ghostly sight... so, Fugaku!"
Uchiha Setsuna suddenly halted his steps, standing there with his cane, sternly looking at Uchiha Fugaku: "You've always been clear, those sitting in the Hokage building just don't wish us well, ideally... everyone should die cleanly!"
"Am I right or wrong?"
Uchiha Fugaku remained silent... he's not inexperienced, having been clan leader for some years, aware of the policies above, the third Hokage, and attitudes of several Hokage Assistants towards Uchiha, he knew better than anyone present.
This time in battle, he had done everything possible to preserve the living force of the Uchiha Clan, negotiating with the Third Hokage to reduce the quota from sixty to thirty people, otherwise... there wouldn't be just ten coffins here, at least double that, alongside making the police force unable to function normally, perhaps... needing to yield some authority to the ANBU,
and that's not something Fugaku wished to see.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Uchiha Setsuna forcefully planted his cane onto the ground again, with a "thud..." sound,
those eyes long worn from imprisonment yet showing no sign of weariness or defeat, suddenly shifted from white to red, gathering three tomoe as the focal point,
supporting him, Uchiha Hachida, the pillar of the younger generation, Inari, Tetsuka... including many Uchiha Clan Members present, even those uninterested in the gathering, only seeking Rin, Uchiha Obito, all had their gazes fixed, blurting out: "Three Tomoe!"
"It's a Three Tomoe Sharingan!"
"The elder, like the clan leader, has also gathered three tomoe!"
Suddenly, the quiet shrine hall turned like a tranquil pond into which Deidara casually tossed a clay bomb, exploding with a bang!
The atmosphere instantly became tense!
It's known, to Uchiha, the Sharingan is everything!
Comparing an Uchiha without the awakened Sharingan to those with it, they're fundamentally not creatures of the same level!