"Old dog Hyuga!"
Uchiha Gang's roar echoed across the valley as his clan's ninjas fell before Hyuga Tennin's fists. His scarlet eyes, spinning with the power of three tomoe, glinted over the short blade in his hands, ready to cleave the sky itself.
"Uchiha Gang, that's not enough! Summon Uchiha Tajima to finish the job!"
Hyuga Tennin was unfazed. With palms extended, chakra surged forward like twin blades.
"Palm Storm: 128 Palms!"
The attack hit like a violent storm. Gang spun his blood-wheel eyes, deflecting the strike while slicing through with his blade. The impact left a faint blush on his face—a rare mark of strain. Within moments, the zone around the two powerhouses was cleared of combatants.
Hearing the furious clash, the besieged Uchiha vanguard forces in the valley realized reinforcements had arrived. Uchiha Zero, one of the clan's five elders, quickly rallied his troops.
"You heard it! Allied forces are here! Now's our chance to break out and join them! The Hyuga forces have thinned to face the Uchiha coalition, so we strike!"
The vanguard had been whittled down from hundreds to barely fifty elite ninjas, including nearly twenty Jōnin. Despite losses, the survivors' power was staggering.
"Go!" Uchiha Zero roared. His hands formed seals, and enormous fire dragons erupted from his mouth, sweeping the frontlines. Dozens of Hyuga ninjas were swallowed by the blaze before they could react, consumed in a single fiery torrent.
"Ha! Finally, some breathing room!"
Uchiha Zero laughed, the first time since the siege had begun. Standing at the forefront like a god of war, his presence radiated the unmistakable aura of a shadow-level powerhouse.