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"Next time, it won't just be a head that drops."
With that, he deactivated "Toki no Saka (Reversal of Time)."
The flow of time returned to normal.
After all, he still needed to leave one alive to send a message back to Danzo; he couldn't kill them all.
In the perception of the Root members and Uchiha Izumi, Di Yan seemed to teleport back to his original position.
And that shattered mask...
Had fallen to the ground at some unknown point.
That Root member was trembling with fear.
They were not opponents on the same level at all.
In front of this Emperor, he didn't even have room to resist.
"Wait… Your… Your Majesty, this… this is Lord Danzo's secret letter."
The man no longer dared to be arrogant and quickly pulled out a scroll respectfully.
Uchiha Izumi took it and examined it.
After confirming there were no issues, she handed it to Di Yan.
Di Yan glanced at the scroll and knew what was going on.
That old man Danzo, under his persuasion,
Had finally decided to launch a coup.
Ever since Tsunade took office, Di Yan had occasionally written letters to Danzo.
The message was always the same:
Hokage belongs to none other than you, Danzo. Don't be a coward, old man, just do it!
Then Danzo, feeling he had the support of the Land of Fire's leader,
Naturally believed the matter could succeed.
In the letter, Danzo said he planned to launch a coup a month later.
Hoping for Di Yan's response.
"Tell Danzo, in a month, I will go to Konoha as planned."
"Now, scram."
Di Yan waved his hand as if shooing away an insignificant mosquito.
That Root member felt as if he had been granted a great pardon.
He scrambled and crawled towards the palace gate, not even bothering to take his companion's headless body.
He had never felt the threat of death so clearly.
That man's eyes… they weren't human!
It wasn't until the palace door heavily closed that Di Yan slightly frowned.
He gently caressed his eye socket, feeling the consumption of his ocular power.
The ability of "Toki no Saka (Reversal of Time)" was powerful,
But for him now, the burden was still too great.
The ocular power limit of a normal Mangekyo restricted the full potential of this ability.
If it was just controlling the speed of time flow, it was fine.
But if he forcibly used high-level techniques like time stoppage,
It would likely lead to a sharp decline in his eyesight… "Your Majesty!" Uchiha Izumi finally snapped out of her shock and knelt on one knee, "It is Izumi's incompetence that made you act personally!"
Di Yan waved his hand: "It's fine. I just wanted to test out a new ability."
He looked down at the headless corpse on the ground, a cold smirk playing on his lips:
"Process this guy's head and send it back to Danzo. Remember… package it beautifully."
Uchiha Izumi immediately understood: "Yes! Your subordinate will ensure he returns to Danzo's hands 'respectably.'"
Di Yan turned and walked out of the palace.
The Gekko shone on his tall figure.
After this intimidation, Danzo should re-evaluate his "cooperation" with him.
But it didn't matter.
That old fox would soon understand.
In this game of power,
The true player has always been Di Yan alone.
As for the full power of "Toki no Saka (Reversal of Time)"… Di Yan touched his left eye, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
With the contributions of Mikoto, Uchiha Izumi, and Gekko, advancing to the Eternal Mangekyo was just around the corner.
Even… Di Yan touched his right eye.
Compared to the "Toki no Saka (Reversal of Time)" in his left Mangekyo eye, he preferred the power of his right eye.
He believed it would give Konoha a surprise… 28 Kurenai Yuhi and Hinata Gradually Succumbing; Inuzuka Hana Arrives
Five days passed.
Quietly, in a strange and twisted atmosphere.
For Kurenai Yuhi and Hinata,
These five days were like being in a nightmare from which they couldn't wake.
Yet, in their despair, a disturbing "habit" began to grow.
Di Yan did not restrict their freedom.
Instead, he gave them relatively "free" space to move.
Even allowing them to move freely within the imperial palace.
Sometimes, he would cruelly and brutally break into their rooms in the middle of the night,
Destroying their dignity and hope in the most direct way.
At other times, he would show a nearly "gentle" patience.
Gently allowing them to find pleasure in a relaxed state… For example… personally "teaching" them taijutsu now.
At this moment, in the courtyard,
Di Yan stood behind Kurenai Yuhi.
One hand rested on her slender yet resilient waist, the other correcting the angle of her punch and her force application technique.
His chest was pressed against Kurenai Yuhi's back.
His warm breath brushed against her earlobe.
"Use your waist to drive your arm. Your strength is too scattered, Yuhi."
Di Yan's voice was low,
Carrying an undeniable authority.
Kurenai Yuhi's body stiffened slightly.
Her cheeks involuntarily flushed.
She should have felt humiliation and resistance.
But the continuous physical and mental torment and Di Yan's alternately brutal and "gentle" attitude,
Had created a strange sense of confusion in her.
The fatigue of her body and the numbness of her mind,
Made her subconsciously adjust her movements according to his instructions.
Even… vaguely from his precise guidance and powerful strength,
Did she feel a twisted "sense of security"?
As soon as this thought emerged, she suppressed it in horror.
But that subtle feeling was quietly sown like a seed.
On the other side, Hinata was awkwardly practicing the basic stances of Gentle Fist.
Di Yan walked over and unhesitatingly held her fair wrist,
Personally adjusting the position of her fingers.
"Chakra should be concentrated at the fingertips, piercing out like a needle, not spread out like you're doing now."
Di Yan's fingers traced the sensitive meridians in Hinata's palm,
Bringing a tingling sensation.
Hinata trembled in fright.
She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but Di Yan held it tightly.
She looked up, meeting Di Yan's deep eyes.
The previous coldness and cruelty seemed to be gone from them.
Instead, there was a kind of… gentle focus?
Great fear still existed.
But an ineffable, nascent dependence on being "guided" by a strong person,
Was also quietly growing in her pure heart.
No one in her family had ever taught her so gently… Her father always gave her dissatisfaction and scolding for not living up to expectations.
He… She blushed, lowered her head, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz:
"Yes… yes, Your Majesty…"
This subtle change.