"Uchiha Fuyuki, you will bring ruin to the Uchiha clan!" A white-haired man with blood-red three-tomoe Sharingan eyes glared at the middle-aged man and the young boy beside him. His expression hardened, and finally, he closed his eyes, his voice filled with sorrow. "You... you will destroy the Uchiha..."
Before he could finish...
"Shh—!" Uzumaki Jun stabbed forward with a blade and said calmly, "Debts must be paid. You can continue your discussion in the afterlife."
The Uchiha elder slumped over, dead, his wide-open eyes showing his unwillingness to close them in death.
Beside him, the Uchiha clan head watched Uzumaki Jun with a speechless expression. Though he didn't mind taking the blame—after all, he was about to die—still...
Could you at least not say unnecessary things?
"It's done." Uzumaki Jun wiped the borrowed Uchiha longsword in his hand and turned away, ignoring the Uchiha clan head's grim expression. "Are there any others that need to be dealt with?"
Truly, none of them were a match for him. Without the Mangekyō Sharingan, the Uchiha were essentially just elite shinobi, and for Uzumaki Jun, it was as simple as cutting them down one by one.
"No need." The Uchiha clan head looked around and shook his head, his voice filled with melancholy. "This is enough."
Did he really want to kill his own clansmen?
But if he didn't act...
If the ANBU discovered anything, the Uchiha who had gone to Uzushiogakure would be in danger!
"Take these three pairs of Sharingan." The Uchiha clan head plucked the elder's three-tomoe eyes, adding them to the two pairs he had collected earlier. "I hope the Uzumaki clan will keep its promise and ensure the Uchiha clan... Ah." He paused, a bitter smile forming. "At least avoids extinction."
Uzumaki Jun took the three pairs of three-tomoe Sharingan with some confusion. These eyes belonged to the Uchiha elders.
After all, unlike the Byakugan, awakening the Sharingan was difficult, let alone reaching three tomoe.
Thus, even among the Uchiha, three-tomoe users were rare, and those who possessed them were usually elders.
"I..." Uzumaki Jun had originally intended to lecture this feudal clan about freedom, equality, and openness. But seeing the lifeless determination in those three-tomoe eyes, he sighed and said, "I promise you, the Uchiha clan will grow strong again."
At these words, the Uchiha clan head's lips curled slightly. Then, in a calm voice, he said, "From this moment on, the Uchiha will close their gates. You must..."
"Leave immediately."
...
"We can't wait any longer." Sarutobi Hiruzen took a drag from his pipe and looked at Danzō with a weary expression. "Everything depends on you now."
They couldn't afford to delay any longer, or the battlefield would collapse entirely. Moreover, the recent movements of the Uchiha clan made him increasingly suspicious—did they know something? Were they preparing a coup? Otherwise...
Why summon all their clansmen back to the compound?
Was it really just a family gathering?
"I..."
Danzō opened his mouth as if to say something, but considering the current state of Konoha, he sighed and said, "You are Konoha's light, and I..."
"Am Konoha's shadow."
"I know what must be done."
...
"Has ROOT moved out yet?" Uzumaki Jun asked Zetsu, who stood before him.
This trip to Konoha wasn't just about relocating the Uchiha clan. Uzumaki Jun had another goal in mind...
To steal Hashirama's cells!
Not because he wanted to transplant the cells of the God of Shinobi, but to hand them over to the research division for study—to compare them with his own cells and see what differences existed.
With so many Yang Release enhancements, his vitality was already extraordinary, and adding Wood Release...
Perhaps they could make some discoveries.
And if possible, now that the Uchiha were in Uzushiogakure, there might even be a chance for a Rinnegan or two to emerge in the future!
As for transplanting them himself...
The thought of having Hashirama's face etched onto his body made Uzumaki Jun shudder.
He wasn't like Madara, that... ahem... passionate old dancer who happily carved his best friend's face onto his own body.
Besides...
With the system, why would he need anything else? He could rely on himself alone!
"That Uchiha clan head is clever," Zetsu said with a cold smirk. "He knows to do the deed himself."
Truly a descendant of Indra—no hesitation when it came to killing his own kin.
"Konoha is indeed preparing to move against the Uchiha."
"It's all inherited behavior," Uzumaki Jun sighed softly. "The ones at the top set a bad example."
"What did you say?" Zetsu frowned. "Inherited what?"
"Ah, nothing." Uzumaki Jun snapped out of his thoughts and smiled. "I just meant it's because they weren't raised with proper values."
"Uzushiogakure will definitely strengthen ideological education for children in the future, instilling the correct worldview from an early age..."
For now, he still needed this professional ninja-world paparazzo who had been active for centuries. It was best not to push him into rebellion.
"ROOT has already begun mobilizing, along with Konoha's ANBU," Zetsu said, ignoring Uzumaki Jun's rambling—he was used to it by now. "What hypocrites."
"Oh?" Uzumaki Jun narrowed his eyes at Zetsu, a faint smile on his lips. "Then it seems you should prepare as well."
And...
"??"
Zetsu looked up in confusion, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.
...
Uzushiogakure.
"I'll help you register for Uzushiogakure citizenship later." The Uzumaki clan head patted Uchiha Fugaku's shoulder. He opened his mouth as if to say more but ultimately sighed. "You are now the Uchiha clan head. The entire clan is waiting for your orders."
"So..."
"Stay strong!"
"My apologies." Uchiha Fugaku wiped his tears, looked up expressionlessly at the Uzumaki clan head, then turned to his clansmen. He sighed inwardly. He... he absolutely must not cry now!
He had promised his father that he would lead the Uchiha to rise again.
So...
He couldn't cry!
"From now on, the elders will take care of the pregnant women and children." Uchiha Fugaku's voice was calm as he addressed his numb clansmen. "Starting today..."
"We are..." His fists clenched, as if mustering all his strength...
"No longer the Uchiha of Konoha!"
...
The Uchiha clan head knelt in the dimly lit clan hall, a bloodstained longsword resting across his thighs, its dark sheen eerie under the flickering light.
His gaze was calm as he stared at the Uchiha crest before him.
He sighed inwardly.
He didn't know if the thousand-year-old crest would ever be displayed again. He didn't know how the Uchiha would fare under Fugaku's leadership.
He didn't even know...
If he would ever meet the clansmen he had... no, the ones that Uzumaki brat had killed by his own hand in the afterlife.
He knew nothing. He didn't even know if what he had done was right.
But he had no choice.
Then...
Creak.
The wooden door of the hall opened.
A group of masked shinobi rushed in, immediately surrounding the Uchiha clan head.
Hearing the noise, the clan head remained kneeling, unmoving, until...
Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall.
The Uchiha clan head's grip on his sword tightened slightly. Then, in a calm voice, he said, "You have come."