Bang!
Before the words could even finish, Enma—freshly summoned, bearer of a body said to be adamant and unbreakable—vanished.
Right in front of everyone.
No hesitation. No struggle.
That scene struck the ANBU, Root, and the clan heads so hard they couldn't find a single word.
Who in Konoha didn't know what Enma meant to the Third Hokage?
They'd fought side by side for decades—partners who entrusted each other with their lives.
And yet now?
One glance.
And Enma was sent back without even throwing a punch.
Had this Uchiha boy… become that terrifying?
The restless murmurs swelled.
More and more ANBU elites gathered, packing in tighter—layer upon layer—until the Hokage Building was ringed like a fortress.
Everyone tensed, ready to move at any moment.
If this couldn't end peacefully, then there was only one option—
All-out force.
"Oh? Third Hokage-sama… are you putting on a circus act for me?"
Ren gave a disdainful laugh, then lifted the severed arm high into the air.
"Next, let everyone see what the Hokage's aide, the Root leader—Shimura Danzō—has been doing."
The emotion had piled high enough.
Now was the time to tear off the mask.
Crushing with power wasn't enough.
He was going to crush them in their hearts as well.
He was going to change Konoha's blood.
"N-No… no! Don't!"
Danzō's expression turned frantic, deranged—trying to stop him.
But he couldn't even control his own body anymore.
All he could do was watch.
Rip!
In the next second, the bandages were torn away.
Under the moonlight, that arm was laid bare before every shinobi outside the Hokage Building—
Every clan head, every advisor—
And Hiruzen Sarutobi himself.
The world went mute.
Not a trace of noise remained.
What kind of arm was it?
Pale. Twisted. Crawling with sealing script.
And on that corpse-white skin—
Embedded one after another, densely packed—
Crimson, tightly shut—
Sharingan.
Like malignant, stinking tumors, glistening with evil under the moonlight.
Ten.
And even more.
"Sh-Sharingan?! Those tomoe… that's Sharingan, right?!"
"My god… that many Sharingan?! There's even a three-tomoe one!"
"Those are our clan's eyes!! No wonder my father's body was never returned after he died!"
"Damn you! My child… that eye is definitely Xiao Jie's two-tomoe—AAAAAAH!!"
The moment the Uchiha saw that arm full of eyes, the clan erupted into wrenching screams and furious wails.
Boom!
"Danzō, you old dog—you deserve nothing but death!"
Fugaku's chakra flared violently, and the blazing skeleton of Susanoo manifested around him in an instant.
His chakra raged like explosives.
He hesitated. He wavered.
But that didn't mean he could tolerate someone desecrating his clansmen's bodies.
The Second Elder, the Fourth Elder, and the others were weeping openly, old tears streaming down their faces.
"Devil! Danzō! You dared steal the Sharingan!"
"Sharingan… how did this bastard actually dare?!"
Hyūga Hiashi's Byakugan quivered violently, his gaze locked on that arm, his face draining of all color.
If the Sharingan could be coveted—
Then what about the Byakugan?
Those missing Hyūga…
Had they met the same fate?
"Hiss…"
Akimichi Torifu and the others sucked in cold air, faces turning ashen.
Stealing kekkei genkai was a forbidden crime of the highest order.
No wonder Danzō had been scheming to wipe out the Uchiha in the shadows.
Everything—instantly—had an answer.
"N-No… he really hid Uchiha eyes…"
Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado looked struck by lightning, stumbling back with bloodless faces.
Especially when they remembered what Ren had just said—
They went completely blank.
Not worrying about their "companion,"
But worrying about themselves.
Danzō was exposed. What happened to them now?
Ren's slogan had included them too.
Clatter.
Hiruzen's pipe slipped from his belt and hit the ground.
He stood as if dropped into an ice pit, dried lips trembling—unable to form a single word.
Even Enma's sudden disappearance no longer mattered.
His mind held only one thought:
Danzō… actually… did this? And he's been exposed in front of everyone?!
Three minutes.
A full three minutes.
The space before the Hokage Building was silent enough to suffocate.
"Do you see it now?"
Ren stood like a judge beneath the night sky, his voice cold and merciless.
Then he lifted Danzō—ashen-faced—up for all to see.
"This is Konoha's 'Root'!"
"Stealing the power of comrades. Plotting the annihilation of the Uchiha."
"This—this—is the leadership you swore loyalty to!"
"Now… what do you have to say?"
His gaze swept the crowd like a blade.
But whether it was the Hokage, ANBU, or the clan heads—
When they met those crimson eyes, they all lowered their heads instinctively.
No one dared hold his stare.
"Since none of you have anything to say…"
"Then let Danzō speak for himself."
Ren's pupils tightened—
The triple-six pattern shrinking sharply.
Within three feet, the moonlight surged, rising like a tide, wrapping Danzō completely.
Danzō's face was paper-white, but he snapped back almost instantly.
He knew—if the Uchiha died tonight, all of this could be buried.
The Third Hokage would help.
With that thought, he didn't hesitate. He reached for his right eye—
But the next moment, his mind jolted, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
His gaze went vacant.
Then, in a dazed, obedient voice, he raised a trembling finger toward his own right eye.
"This eye… belonged to my friend, Uchiha Kagami."
"This eye… belonged to Uchiha Ryūshō, who died in the Third Shinobi War."
"And this one…"
One confession after another.
One crime after another.
Decades of filth spilled out of him, exposed under moonlight.
Listening, Ren's eyes grew only calmer.
Within three feet—
He governed everything.
Including—
The will of others.
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