In front of the Uchiha Police Force headquarters, only seventeen members of the force remained alive. Against Obito Uchiha's elusive space-time dojutsu, they had paid with dozens of their clansmen's lives just to uncover the details of his abilities.
Even with this knowledge, effectively countering him was still incredibly difficult.
The news that Itachi Uchiha was slaughtering ordinary clan members had enraged many in the police force, giving Obito the perfect opportunity to exploit their emotions.
Every member of the police force had a family, and their loved ones were likely being massacred by Itachi. Under these circumstances, many were frantic, desperate to quickly eliminate the enemy before them and rush to their families.
"I didn't expect Itachi Uchiha's intel to be wrong. There's actually another Mangekyo Sharingan user—this truly surprised me."
Obito Uchiha's right arm had been pierced by two kunai, nearly severed, and a long gash stretched across his chest. These injuries were inflicted when another Uchiha suddenly activated a Mangekyo technique.
If not for that clan member's sealing jutsu, Obito could have used Kamui to drag Fugaku Uchiha into his dimension—gaining another pair of Mangekyo Sharingan as backup.
"His ability is roughly understood now—a space-time intangibility. While intangible, even my dojutsu can't affect him. But when he attacks, his body solidifies, making him vulnerable."
Tekka Uchiha's Mangekyo Sharingan also bled slightly. Seeing the Sharingan beneath the mask, Fugaku and the others were stunned. They never imagined an unknown Uchiha with Mangekyo Sharingan existed.
Many clansmen had died instantly, leaving Tetsu no time to use his dojutsu to heal them.
"Don't worry. He's severely injured too. From now on, cover me. Even if it costs my life, I'll kill this man to avenge our clan."
Fugaku Uchiha glared at Obito with his Mangekyo. This man had conspired with his son to slaughter their clan. After tonight, no matter how great his past contributions, he would forever be branded a traitor to the Uchiha.
"Understood… Clan Leader."
Tekka gave Fugaku a complicated look. Truthfully, upon hearing of Itachi's massacre, his first instinct had been to kill Fugaku himself.
But Fugaku's injuries had been sustained while desperately protecting the police force. With his strength, he shouldn't have been wounded so quickly. Obito had prioritized eliminating other members before engaging Fugaku directly.
Still, as clan leader and father, Fugaku bore responsibility for Itachi's actions.
"Your dojutsu is indeed troublesome. It seems the Uchiha haven't completely degenerated into caged birds. Wounding me to this extent is commendable." Obito gestured dismissively with his uninjured left hand.
Fugaku's Mangekyo abilities were now clear to Obito—one countered genjutsu, rendering even his own Mangekyo illusions useless. The other ability remained hidden, but based on Fugaku's actions, Obito guessed it was ninjutsu-related.
Despite his injuries, Obito maintained an air of indifference. He was impersonating Madara Uchiha—he couldn't show weakness against mere juniors.
Besides, his wounds were on parts of his body composed of White Zetsu cells. With rest, he'd recover fully.
'Trying to escape? Impossible!'
Fugaku formed hand seals, gathering chakra in his throat before exhaling a massive fireball.
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
A hundred-meter-wide inferno erupted from Fugaku's mouth, then compressed to thirty meters under an unseen force. Such a large-scale fire jutsu was meant to prevent Obito from escaping via space-time ninjutsu.
By continuously spewing flames, Fugaku ensured Obito couldn't solidify and flee.
Sacrificing Uchiha buildings was irrelevant—nearby residents had already been evacuated.
"Impressive fire release for a clan leader. But this won't keep me here. Let's take a break—I'll return for you later."
Obito's body gradually faded, vanishing within the flames.
This time, his intangibility lacked the usual spatial distortion. Fugaku frowned deeply, continuing his assault until he was certain Obito had truly left.
"He's gone. But there was no spatial distortion when he disappeared. He was holding back during the fight!"
After stabilizing the wounded with his dojutsu, Tekka approached Fugaku.
"A mysterious Mangekyo user… No Uchiha has gone missing in the past decade."
Fugaku noticed the blood streaming from Tetsu's eyes and warned, "Don't overuse the Mangekyo, Tekka. The more you rely on it, the worse your vision becomes. Eventually, you'll go blind."
"Right now, finding Itachi is more important!"
At the mention of the name, the surviving police force members seethed with hatred, their Sharingan burning with killing intent despite exhaustion.
"I understand. If Itachi truly committed these atrocities, I—as clan leader—will kill him myself."
Fugaku took a deep breath, solemnly addressing his remaining clansmen.
Massacring their own—even if it was his son—was unforgivable. No clan leader could overlook such betrayal.
After consuming soldier pills, the exhausted survivors split into four teams to survey the clan grounds. Three others were sent to recall clansmen fighting ANBU at the borders.
An unknown masked Uchiha with Mangekyo lurked in the shadows. If they didn't regroup, they'd be picked off one by one. Against such a space-time dojutsu, even elite jonin stood little chance.
Elsewhere in the clan district, Itachi Uchiha stood drenched in blood—all from his own kin.
Not a single wound marred his body. Even the police force led by Yashiro Uchiha had failed to harm him. To end the battle swiftly, he'd resorted to his Mangekyo twice.
In one area, several families had recognized his name, but none escaped their homes alive.
Here, some clansmen had sensed the danger. Unless identified as police, intruders faced desperate resistance from ordinary families armed with kitchen knives, pots, or sticks—pitifully ineffective against a shinobi, yet their only means of defense.
*Creak—*
Itachi pushed open a door, recalling this household held only a mother and child.
"Die!"
A blade flashed in the darkness as the woman lunged at him with a kitchen knife. Against Itachi, the attack was laughable.
*Clang!*
He deflected the blade and seized her throat, lifting her off the ground. His Sharingan swept the room—no one else. The child must be hidden.
Such houses often had secret compartments. Without Byakugan, the surest method was collapsing the structure with earth release.
Itachi tightened his grip. The woman's strangled cries echoed clearly, audible even underground.
"Mom? Did you drive them away?"
A child's whisper came from a closet, followed by rustling. The woman thrashed wildly—until a blade pierced her heart. Silence fell.
The boy emerged, fumbling in the dark before lighting a lamp.
"Big Brother Itachi? Where's Mom?"
The light revealed Itachi in full armor—and his mother's body on the floor behind him, pooling blood.
"Kid, your mom's dead. Stay away from him if you want to live."
A voice spoke beside Itachi, startling him. Someone had approached unnoticed.
Pale eyes, dark hair, faint blue markings at the corners of his eyes—a Hyuga with an effortlessly disarming smile. Even Itachi felt an instinctive lack of hostility.
*His presence naturally disarms suspicion…*
"Mom!"
The boy's wail snapped Itachi back to his mission. This Hyuga's appearance here marked him as an enemy.
*Swish!*
Itachi lunged at the child—but the floor liquefied, forming wooden barriers that deflected his strike.
*Thud!*
The ground rippled, carrying the boy to the window. As Itachi moved to intercept, blade-like protrusions forced him to retreat to the roof. He escaped outside via crow clone.
Reforming, Itachi frowned at the Hyuga.
"Hyuga shinobi, this is Uchiha territory."
(End of Chapter)
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