Silence.
No sound at all.
But this time, what filled the Uchiha compound wasn't fear alone—
It was fire.
A flame fully ignited, compressed to the brink of eruption.
Ren's words—"restoring order"—were a spark thrown straight into a haystack.
"Financial power… restoring order…"
The Second Elder chewed on those two phrases, and a sharp glint flickered through the murky red of his three-tomoe.
The others exchanged looks. This was nothing like a coup.
And if they followed this path…
They wouldn't be rebels at all.
They'd be the righteous side.
It meant total overthrow.
Now, looking again at the boy with a foot on an elder's head, a "little sun" orbiting him, a surge unlike anything they'd ever felt thundered in their chests.
"Clan Head Fugaku! Young Master Ren!"
A young Uchiha genin stepped forward and dropped to one knee, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I, Uchiha Tekka, am willing to follow Lord Ren and restore order!"
His Sharingan flickered with resolve, and faintly, it looked as if it might split from one tomoe into two.
That scene lit everything.
"Uchiha Dadi—willing to follow Lord Ren!"
"Uchiha Inabi—willing to die for the revolution!"
"Uchiha Kanoto—following Lord Ren!!"
More and more Uchiha stepped forward, dropping to one knee.
Their voices surged through the compound like a flood, shaking the air itself.
Fugaku drew a deep breath, and the last trace of doubt in his heart finally dispersed.
"I, Uchiha Fugaku, hereby announce—starting today, Uchiha Ren is the next clan head of the Uchiha!"
He stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ren.
"Our objective—seize Konoha's economic lifeline, restore order!"
"ROOOAR!!!"
A roar that split the night sky.
The Uchiha's battle spirit had never been this high—never this unified.
Ren dipped his chin slightly, laughter tucked in the depths of his eyes.
That's more like it.
Traitors and righteous troops weren't the same thing.
Then he swept his hand and led the way toward the village.
But just as he was about to charge out through the compound gate, a strange noise sounded beyond it—
"Hmph! Evil little Uchiha brats! So you truly are wolves with ambition, plotting rebellion!"
A cold, hoarse voice—like a venomous snake tasting the air—rang out sharply.
Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
In an instant, more than a hundred figures in black fitted gear and assorted animal masks appeared like ghosts.
They burst out from the outer walls, rooftops, tree branches, and shadows surrounding the Uchiha grounds.
Silent—
Yet every one of them radiated killing intent so cold it made the skin crawl.
And in the very first moment, they sealed every exit.
Professionals.
Disciplined.
And clearly, this wasn't the first time they'd rehearsed it.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Only after they'd all taken position did the sound at the gate finally arrive—
A cane striking stone, crisp and steady.
Shimura Danzō.
Behind him stood Root's full elite force.
And mixed among them, several masked figures whose presence was deep and indistinct—Danzō's hidden trump cards.
Today, for the sake of erasing the Uchiha, he'd deployed everything.
"Shimura Danzō?"
Fugaku's face darkened, crimson eyes opening instantly.
If Danzō was here, could the Hokage be far behind?
"Evil Uchiha?"
Ren stood at the very front, contempt plain on his youthful face.
"Old dog… looks like your head still hasn't been smashed loose."
The mockery in his voice wasn't even hidden.
But when it reached Danzō's ears, the old man's exposed eye shrank sharply.
"It's you."
The one who'd knocked him out by the Naka River.
Found at last.
So young, yet already this strong—
It was all because of those eyes.
Staring at that crimson gaze, greed and hunger spilled from Danzō's single eye like rot.
He wanted them.
He had to have them.
Only those eyes were worthy of all the years he'd crawled through the dark.
"Take down Uchiha Ren. Dead or alive."
"As for the other rebels—kill on sight!"
No more words. He issued the extermination order without hesitation.
Once they were dead, they'd all become his coins for rebirth.
Every last one.
"Kill!!!"
Root moved like a cold machine, instantly switching into slaughter.
Shhk-shhk-shhk!
Clang!
Crack!
The air filled with the scream of thrown steel, the snap of hand seals.
Earth Release—stone pillars speared up from the ground!
Wind Release—blades tore through the air!
Fire Release—roaring flame dragons surged forward…
An attack wave like death itself, swallowing the Uchiha gate in an instant.
"Damn it—everyone, full force!"
Fugaku's expression hardened, Mangekyō spinning rapidly.
A few mid-to-high level jutsu didn't scare him.
But there were too many.
Too dense. Too sudden.
And their coordination was terrifyingly clean.
In the blink of an eye, several hawks still "planted" in the ground were ripped apart by stone spikes and wind blades.
Right as disaster struck—
A voice cut through it.
"Loud."
Ren didn't raise his hand.
He didn't even lift a finger.
He only opened his eyes and looked.
Kamui!
Kamui!
Kamui!
His left eye spun at terrifying speed. One vortex after another appeared out of nowhere—
Swallowing jutsu whole.
Of course, some attacks still slipped through.
Whoosh!
"I hit him!"
A Root ninja saw his shuriken streak straight for Ren's throat and lit up with joy.
But the moment it entered the space three feet before Ren—
It stopped.
Then—
Whoosh!
It shot back the way it came at several times its original speed.
Psch!
Before the ninja even understood what happened, pain exploded in his throat.
A blooming hole of blood bubbled there.
Buzz—
With a single shift of thought, the faint moonlight within three feet of Ren's body suddenly generated waves of repulsive force.
Psch-psch-psch!
In that moment, every stray projectile and jutsu that reached him—
The instant it entered that three-foot range, it slammed into an invisible wall of overwhelming pressure.
It pushed forward only three inches before freezing in place.
Clink-clink-clank!
And then the shuriken were violently rebounded back.
Pff! Pff! Pff!
Crack!
In an instant, more than a dozen Root operatives were torn apart by their own attacks, left heavily wounded.
Only the space three feet before Ren—
Was untouched by all laws.
Inside that moonlit domain, the silver orb continued its slow rotation, as if the world-ending chaos outside had nothing to do with it.
Ren stood there quietly, excitement bubbling in his chest.
"So it really can imitate Shinra Tensei."
If that was a rift in reality under his control, then repulsion made sense.
If not for the range being too small, even attraction wouldn't be strange.
"What… is that?!"
Danzō's single eye widened violently.
This grotesque ability exceeded everything he understood.
"A spatial barrier? No… not that."
"It feels more like… some higher power."
"This… is the power of those eyes?"
He sensed something more fundamental—rule-like authority.
Want it.
Need it.
It twisted him from the inside.
Even his exposed eye seemed to flush faintly red with feverish obsession.
Red eyes were a sickness.
Just as he prepared to move—
The boy across from him suddenly raised a fist, as if saying something.
What was it?
Ren smiled faintly and lifted his hand.
Index finger extended like a gun. Thumb cocked.
He pointed straight at Danzō.
"Bang~ one shot. You're dead."
"Biu~"
In an instant, chakra collapsed and condensed at his fingertip.
Whoosh—psch!
Pop.
A blood hole burst open.
An invisible shot speared through and instantly pierced Danzō's forehead.
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