[Three Feet Before Me (Gold): Within the rift of reality three feet in front of you, open a temporary domain governed entirely by your will.]
Three feet before me? A temporary domain?
Jin's brows knitted tightly.
Taken literally, every word was clear. Even put together, it wasn't hard to understand.
But—
What did "a rift of reality" mean?
Was it something like Kamui's unique space?
He steadied his breathing and, with this trait active, began to sense the changes around him.
Humm—
Deep night. Moonlight like flowing water gently draped itself over his body.
Yet the instant the trait activated—
The moonlight before his eyes came alive.
No longer merely falling from the sky,
It felt as though it had become an extension of his will itself.
A sensation bordering on godhood surged within him—
the feeling of freely controlling the three feet of heaven and earth around his body.
With a single thought—
Hua—!
The silver moonlight flowing before him was kneaded and compressed by his raised hand!
In an instant, the diffuse gauze of light condensed into an egg-sized silver orb, radiating a soft glow.
It hovered quietly within three feet of Jin, slowly rotating.
Like a moon orbiting a planet, endlessly circling.
The once-cool radiance now carried a warm, gentle heat.
[Ding. Congratulations, host has basked in sunlight for 1 minute. Chakra +1.]
"Sunlight? This is…?"
Hearing the prompt, Jin reached out and gently cupped the warm "little sun."
His pupils erupted with disbelief and wild joy.
He understood.
Within this absolute domain of "three feet before me," he could forcibly condense moonlight, elevate it, and simulate the very essence of the sun!
And—absolute control.
The light it emitted transformed from reflected moonlight into genuine sunlight!
What did this mean?
It meant that from now on, he could bask in the "sun" twenty-four hours a day—no, at least twenty-five.
It meant his daily chakra growth would surge from 840 points to over 1,400!
It meant…
One week of basking equals one Kakashi?
One year equals fifty Kakashis?!
Realizing this, Jin could no longer restrain his excitement.
Slowly, he raised one hand to his forehead, bent at the waist, his shoulders beginning to shake.
Soon, a grin stretched from the corner of his mouth all the way to the back of his ears.
"Ha… hahahahaha!!!"
"Hahahaha!"
The laughter echoed—
and awakened the clan members whom Shisui had roused after Itachi's departure.
When the brutal truth was fully laid bare—especially for those high-ranking elders who had nearly suffocated to death in their sleep—rage exploded completely.
Especially the elders.
As the powerholders of the Uchiha, they had nearly died at the hands of a mere child!
Their fury surged to its peak.
"Clan Head! Uchiha Itachi—he dared betray the clan?! He wanted to exterminate the Uchiha roots!"
"Conspiracy! This is absolutely the Hokage's poisonous scheme—to make us slaughter each other!"
"Unforgivable! Absolutely intolerable! Clan Head, give the order—tonight we kill our way into Konoha and storm the Hokage Tower!"
"Yes! Kill! Kill them all! Kill that traitor Itachi!!"
Hundreds of Uchiha shinobi gathered in the shattered courtyard, emotions boiling, eyes bloodshot.
The terror of narrowly escaping death stripped away their last traces of calm.
All that remained—
Was the desire to vent their rage.
Kill, kill, kill!
Kill into Konoha!
Kill the Hokage!
Kill—Uchiha Itachi!
Seeing this, Fugaku stood at the center of the crowd, his brow twisted into a knot.
The Hokage's insidious plotting enraged him as well, but… reason told him that a coup was a dead end.
Yes, he was furious at the Hokage's actions, but—he still did not wish to launch a coup outright.
Did the clansmen not know?
How could he not know?
"Of the ninety-three coups launched by the Uchiha across history… not one ever succeeded…"
His lips moved, but he did not answer.
Instead, his gaze unconsciously fell upon Jin, who was holding his forehead and laughing.
He hoped his second son might offer a solution.
But…
When he saw the laughing boy, a wave of exhaustion washed over him.
His eldest son had defected and been taken away by a mysterious man.
The clan was seething—brutes who only knew how to shout for blood.
His youngest son was asleep like a log.
And the only remaining comfort—his second son—was now acting sick as well!
Just as Fugaku wavered in inner conflict, the hawkish Third Elder's eyes flashed with sharp light.
The chance is here!
"Clan Head!" the Third Elder stepped forward forcefully, his booming voice cutting through the chaos. "Itachi's betrayal is a fact! Konoha's butcher's knife already hangs over our heads!"
"If we don't act now, are we to wait until they slaughter the Uchiha like pigs and dogs?!"
Behind him, his hawkish loyalists roared in unison: "Act! We must act!"
The dovish elders, seeing this, could only sigh in despair. "Clan Head… the life and death of the Uchiha rests on tonight…"
The Third Elder was overjoyed.
Even the doves no longer opposed—momentum was decided!
He stepped forward again, nearly face to face with Fugaku, his voice filled with naked coercion.
"Fugaku! Circumstances leave us no choice!"
"Tonight's coup—you agree, and we follow you. You don't agree…"
He thrust out his chest, his voice rising sharply. "Then we change to a clan head who will lead us out!"
"This coup—you'll do it whether you want to or not!"
Fugaku's brow tightened even further.
A mosquito flying in could fall straight into the abyss.
He understood what they meant.
Either he led the coup—
Or the clan dragged him along with it.
The outcome was the same. The process was not.
"Clan Head Fugaku, you don't have time to hesitate!"
The Third Elder reveled in the feeling of being surrounded, already seeing himself seated on the clan head's throne.
He cleared his throat, preparing to deliver the final declaration:
"I think you really are senile!"
"Since you're indecisive, don't blame me—"
Bang!
Before he could finish—
A massive fist coated in crimson chakra smashed violently into the Third Elder's face!
Crack!
The sickening sound of bone shattering rang out.
The Third Elder didn't even have time to scream before his entire body became a blurred shadow, flying backward.
With a boom, he crashed straight into the courtyard wall's rubble.
Every jaw dropped.
Especially when they saw the young Man standing in front of Fugaku—
no one could utter a single word.
"Cough… a sneak attack? Fugaku, you really—"
The elder coughed as he crawled from the rubble, pain twisting his face.
But when he looked up and saw Jin—
It was as if an invisible hand clamped around his throat.
In truth, that was exactly what happened.
Crimson Nine-Tails chakra erupted violently, instantly forming a massive chakra hand!
It seized the Third Elder from the rubble—
Like grabbing a chicken!
"N-No… Jin! What are you doing?! I'm an elder!!" the Third Elder screamed in terror.
Bang!
The chakra hand swung him like a sack of trash and slammed him into the hard ground before everyone! Stones flew!
Bang!!
A shallow crater formed.
Bang!!!
Deeper still!
Again and again, smashing the elder straight into the earth.
In moments, the once-robust, sharp-eyed old man was buried—
Only his head remained above ground.
"Jin! Don't think you can act recklessly just because you're the clan head's second son!"
"Always babbling nonsense—today we'll teach you a lesson for Clan Head Fugaku!"
Only now did the elder faction's Uchiha finally react.
More than twenty shinobi charged forward at once.
They were the Third Elder's direct line.
But they rushed fast—and fell even faster.
Bang bang bang!
That enormous crimson chakra palm was like an insurmountable mountain, slapping them all into the ground!
Bang!
One after another—
in the blink of an eye, over twenty clan members were planted into the earth beside the Third Elder.
A dense cluster—only heads exposed.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
At this moment, hundreds of clan members fell quiet.
For the first time, they truly looked at this second son of the clan head.
Many were seeing this ten-year-old boy for the first time.
Strong.
Unfathomably strong.
So strong that not a single thought of resistance dared arise.
Jin slowly shook his hand, as if he had merely brushed away some dust.
Before resisting external threats, one must pacify internal ones.
The Uchiha's innate temperament, if left unchecked, would only breed another Itachi.
After a brief pause, he spoke calmly:
"From this moment on, the Uchiha clan answers to me."
"Who agrees?"
He paused slightly, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the crowd.
"And who—
objects?"
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