As the Anbu Commander gave the order to eliminate Heiyan.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several Anbu ninja dropped from above, rushing toward Heiyan and forming a surrounding formation that cut off all escape routes.
"Sigh."
Heiyan stopped walking and exhaled softly.
Then, facing the approaching enemies, his Byakugan activated instantly, releasing a powerful surge of ocular energy from both eyes.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
A massive, invisible pressure radiated outward as if spreading like shockwaves, centered around Heiyan's eyes and enveloping all Anbu ninja within dozens of meters.
[Byakugan: Oppression]
This was an ability once used by Kaguya Otsutsuki in the original timeline. Now wielded by Heiyan, its power had become even more formidable.
Thus—
"What's going on?!"
Including the two captain-ranked ninja, this group of Anbu officers shouted simultaneously in shock. All felt an indescribable pressure, as if a mountain had settled upon their shoulders, making it hard to breathe or even see clearly.
Next second.
Plop! Plop!
One after another, these Anbu ninja suddenly collapsed onto the ground, completely unable to move—even lifting their heads became impossible.
Within just a few seconds—feeling as long as a year—time seemed to drag endlessly, like torment in hell.
Under the suppression of [Byakugan: Oppression], one after another, they fell unconscious, tumbling down from trees and rooftops, sprawling haphazardly across the street.
Heiyan didn't engage in unnecessary slaughter; he simply stepped over these unconscious ninja and continued walking toward the distant, brightly lit police headquarters building.
Only minutes later.
Danzo, the leader of Root, hurriedly arrived at the scene with a group of his subordinates.
"What happened?"
Seeing a bunch of unconscious Anbu ninjas scattered on the ground, Danzo looked extremely surprised. Did they walk straight into a trap set by the Uchiha clan? After all, judging by appearances, these people seemed to have fallen victim to some kind of collective genjutsu.
Luckily, there were surveillance cameras at the scene, recording everything that had occurred earlier.
"This person is..."
Watching the footage of Heiyan on the monitor, Danzo felt shocked not only by how effortlessly the man had neutralized so many Anbu ninja, but also because he found the figure vaguely familiar, though he couldn't place it immediately.
Furrowing his brow, he tried to recall.
Suddenly, lightning struck through Danzo's mind, causing his whole body to tremble.
He remembered.
Half a year ago, during the night of the Nine-Tails' attack, a white-haired man clad in white robes had appeared. Back then, using just one hand, he caught the Tailed Beast Ball launched by the Nine-Tails, threw it back, and severely wounded the Nine-Tails.
That display of absolute dominance, treating the Nine-Tails like a mere pet, left an indelible mark on the hearts of many Konoha ninja, reminding them of the invincible First Hokage of old.
And eight years later, this mysterious figure had reappeared.
"Danzo-sama, what should we do next?"
One of Root's agents asked for orders.
"Take these people back with us. We're leaving this place."
After dropping those words, Danzo turned around and walked away directly toward Root's underground hideout.
He keenly realized that the sudden reappearance of this mysterious man after eight years must be connected to the Uchiha clan.
If that man had allied with the Uchiha and was plotting to overthrow Konoha's leadership tonight to regain power, then for his own survival, he'd better retreat with his subordinates and lay low.
Therefore, without hesitation, Danzo retreated to Root's underground hideout, sealing himself inside.
The police headquarters building.
Though the building was brightly lit, no one inside was at work. Instead, bloodcurdling screams echoed from within, while splashes of blood stained the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving stark crimson marks against the night.
Crack!
The top-floor window shattered as an upper ninja from the Uchiha clan flew out, crashing hard onto the stone steps in front of the building.
"My eyes... my eyes..."
Covering his face with both hands, the man rolled on the ground, letting out a piercing scream. His eye sockets were now a bloody mess, with only two pitch-black hollows left—his pair of Sharingan brutally gouged out.
His scream didn't last long before a black chain shot through the air and coiled tightly around his neck. Strangled to death, his body went limp—a cold corpse discarded like trash.
Clomp clomp clomp.
Emerging from the police headquarters was "Madara Uchiha," wearing a Tora-patterned mask and long flowing black hair.
In just about ten minutes, he had slaughtered every single Uchiha ninja stationed inside the building, collecting numerous Sharingan eyes along the way.
"Itachi should be almost done by now. His father, the clan head, might even provide me with an even more powerful Sharingan."
Madara Uchiha—or rather, Obito—murmured to himself, lips curling into a smirk.
Just at that moment—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several shuriken flew in unexpectedly from a sharp angle, speeding toward Obito's body and nearly hitting him.
But in the next instant, those shuriken oddly passed straight through his body as if it was made of smoke, striking against a nearby pillar instead.
"There's still someone alive?"
Obito turned his gaze toward the darkness not far away and immediately saw a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, staring at him in horror.
It was Izumi Uchiha.
"Oh, nice eyes you've got there."
Obito casually commented on the girl. In one glance, he had already set his sights on her triple-tomoe Sharingan.
Whoosh whoosh!
Refusing to believe what she had just seen, Izumi threw more kunai toward him. The blades collided mid-air, changing directions unpredictably, coming at Obito from multiple angles all at once.
But once again, the same familiar scene unfolded—every single kunai passed straight through Obito's body without leaving a scratch.
Why?
Panic-stricken and barely able to think, Izumi turned and ran. But would Obito really let her escape so easily?
Clink!
A sharp metallic clang cut through the air as chains whipped forward, slicing through the darkness. [Celestial Binding Chain] wrapped tightly around Izumi's entire body in a complex binding pattern. She was dragged forcefully backward and landed right at Obito's feet.
"Help! Itachi, save me!"
Facing certain death, tears of despair streamed down Izumi's face as she called out the name of the person dearest to her.
"Oh? So you're Itachi's little girlfriend, huh."
Obito rubbed his chin, crouched down, and said with a cruel smirk, "Too bad. Itachi only told me to spare his younger brother, not you. Looks like you weren't that important to him after all."
"You—just who the hell are you?! Why are you doing this to our clan? And what did you do to Itachi?"
Izumi summoned the last remnants of her courage, confronting the terrifying masked man before her.
"No, no, no. You've got it wrong," Obito shook his head, continuing to erode Izumi's mental defenses. "Actually, Itachi was the one who actively asked me for help. The one who wanted to destroy the Uchiha clan wasn't me—it was him."
After saying this, he observed Izumi's reaction. He saw her body stiffen completely, her pupils widen to their maximum, seemingly stunned into numbness from extreme shock.
However, much to Obito's disappointment, Izumi's triple-tomoe Sharingan showed no sign of further evolution.
Seeing how talented this girl was—she had awakened the triple-tomoe at merely twelve or thirteen years old—he impulsively decided to tell her the truth as a psychological shock tactic, hoping it might grant him the opportunity to obtain an entirely new pair of Mangekyō Sharingan.
Too bad. His plan had failed.
Shaking his head again, Obito stopped hesitating and extended two fingers toward Izumi's eyes, speaking to her: "As an appearance fee, my payment will be the eyes of the Uchiha clan. I'll take your eyes too. Don't worry; I'll put them to far better use than letting them rot away in someone like you who's destined for mediocrity."
Izumi remained motionless, her face devoid of color.
No sorrow is greater than a heart that has died.
Just as Obito's fingers neared Izumi's face, ready to gouge out her eyes—
In a flash, a figure appeared beside Izumi as if by instantaneous teleportation. With blinding speed, a hand shot out and slapped onto Obito's arm.
"Obito, Obito—I walk in and already catch you bullying young girls. Only scum like you would stoop so low."
Heiyan fixed his gaze on Obito, speaking with a tone of mockery.
"You?!"
Obito stared in horror at the man who'd suddenly appeared and grabbed his arm, going completely rigid as memories rushed back to that fateful night eight years ago.
During these past eight years, he had never been able to uncover Heiyan's identity. Gradually, he'd forgotten about this enigmatic figure—until now, when Heiyan reappeared before him like a ghost.
Instinctively, upon having his arm seized, Obito attempted to activate Kamui's Intangibility technique to escape.
To his horror, however, he discovered a binding force emanating from Heiyan's hand, suppressing his ocular power and preventing him from successfully using Kamui.
Then, Heiyan gave a gentle but forceful push with his hand.
Boom!
Obito flew backward like lightning, crashing through the wall of the police headquarters building, deeply buried beneath the rubble.
Without acknowledging Obito, Heiyan looked downward at the fallen Izumi Uchiha. Snapping his fingers lightly, the chains binding her shattered immediately.
"Still remember me?"
Looking at the young girl, Heiyan smiled and asked.
At this moment, Izumi also began regaining some of her vitality and willpower.
"You're the honorable man who saved my life eight years ago!"
She spotted Heiyan and let out a startled, delighted gasp.
At the same time, she instinctively reached for the back of her neck. There, a Flying Thunder God formula left by Heiyan was glowing faintly with chakra fluctuations.
Just now, Heiyan had used the activated seal to sense her location and immediately teleported to rescue her.
"Stand up first."
Heiyan extended his hand toward Izumi, pulling her up from the ground.
"My Lord..."
Izumi slightly parted her lips, questions bubbling inside her heart. Eager to seek answers from Heiyan, she was suddenly interrupted by Obito's furious roar.
"You stubborn bastard! Why do you always ruin my plans? What exactly are your intentions?"
Climbing out of the ruins, Obito gritted his teeth and confronted Heiyan.
"Huh? Have you already forgotten?" Heiyan asked in genuine surprise, reminding him, "Didn't I clearly say last time we met that I would meet you on the Night of Uchiha Clan's Destruction? Well, as you can see, I've come."
Thud, thud, thud.
Upon hearing these words, Obito staggered backward several steps, nearly losing his balance.
Only at this moment did he suddenly recall what Heiyan had said when leaving his Kamui space last time.
The Night of Uchiha Clan's Destruction—could this man have predicted it eight years ago? It was absolutely incredible, almost unbelievable.
Could this man truly possess the ability to foresee the future?
No, impossible!
Refusing to accept the truth before him, Obito convinced himself that he saw through Heiyan's scheme and questioned him again fiercely:
"All of this—you engineered it all, didn't you? That guy Itachi must be your subordinate too, sent here intentionally to contact me, right? No matter what conspiracy you're planning, you won't be able to hide it from me!"
He firmly believed that everything happening tonight was merely another trap laid long ago by this man.
"Pitiful creature," Heiyan said, gazing at Obito with disdainful pity. His voice was calm and slow, as if savoring every word. "I've told you already—the future lies fully within my vision. Your absurd and tragic life has been completely exposed to me. My entertainment is simply watching your clumsy performance like a clown until the day of your destruction."
At this moment, Heiyan transformed into a prophet, echoing Gamamaru's usual ways.
"No matter what you say, it won't shake my will. I won't believe any of your nonsense!"
Saying this, Obito narrowed his eyes and prepared to retreat again.
"Don't be so afraid. How about I give you a sneak peek into your fate? Allow me the kindness to reveal: Eight years later, you will ignite The Fourth Great Ninja World War..."
Heiyan continued his merciless verbal assault.
However, before he could finish speaking, Obito could no longer bear it and disappeared into Kamui's dimension.
Compared to not wanting to hear Heiyan's prophecy, Obito was more afraid of listening.
In short, that night was just another round of emotional torment from Heiyan.
After Obito rushed away in panic,
"My Lord… were the things you just said... actually true?"
Izumi Uchiha asked tremblingly.
Originally, she would never have believed based solely on Obito's words that Itachi could be the kind of person to betray the Uchiha and massacre the entire clan.
But after hearing the conversation between Heiyan and Obito, she found herself with little choice but to believe.
Upon hearing her reply, Heiyan glanced at Izumi.
Eight years had passed since they last met, and that little girl—now Izumi—had grown into a graceful young woman. Even by Heiyan's exacting standards, she was undeniably a rare beauty.
"What a stunning and sweet girl," he couldn't help but say. "Doesn't that guy Itachi even look her way? What a cold-hearted bastard."
"Don't talk about Itachi like that! He isn't that kind of person!" Izumi instantly shot back, instinctively defending her beloved.
"Words won't convince you—seeing is believing. If you don't believe me, then come with me and see for yourself."
After saying this, Heiyan turned and strode deeper into the streets, heading straight toward the heart of the Uchiha compound.
Izumi hesitated briefly before following behind.
"Ahh!"
Along the way, Izumi gasped and covered her mouth as she looked at the bodies lying lifeless on the streets.
Many of these corpses belonged to neighbors and childhood friends she had known all her life. But now, they lay on the ground like cold stones, completely devoid of life.
Seeing one brutal scene after another, Izumi found it even harder to believe that the usually quiet and gentle Itachi could commit such a heinous crime.
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