Silence.
Wordless.
But this time, what filled the Uchiha compound was no longer simple fear—
it was fire, thoroughly ignited and compressed to the brink of eruption.
Jin's words—"setting things right"—were like sparks flung onto a haystack.
"Economic power… setting things right…"
The Second Elder chewed over those words, a glint flashing through the murky depths of his three-tomoe eyes.
The other clan members exchanged looks.
This phrase was nothing like coup.
And suddenly, they didn't seem like rebels anymore—
but the righteous side.
It meant total upheaval.
And now, when they looked again at that figure with a foot on an elder's head and a miniature sun orbiting his body, an unprecedented surge of impulse welled up in their chests.
"Clan Head Fugaku! Lord Jin!"
A young Uchiha genin suddenly stepped forward, dropped to one knee, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I, Uchiha Tekka, am willing to follow Lord Jin in setting things right!"
His Sharingan flickered fiercely, as if on the verge of splitting from one tomoe into two.
That single act lit the fuse.
"Uchiha Da-di—willing to follow Lord Jin!"
"Uchiha Inabi—willing to die for the revolution!"
"Uchiha Kinto—I will follow Lord Jin!!"
More and more Uchiha stepped forward, dropping to one knee.
Their voices merged into a roaring torrent, shaking the very air of the compound.
Hoo—
Fugaku drew a deep breath, the last trace of hesitation evaporating.
"I, Uchiha Fugaku, hereby announce—Uchiha Arata shall henceforth be the Young Clan Head of the Uchiha!"
He stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jin.
"Our objective—seize Konoha's economic lifeline and set things right!"
"ROAR!!!"
A thunderous roar tore through the night sky.
Never before had Uchiha battle intent been this unified, this fervent.
Jin nodded slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes.
That's more like it.
Rebels and righteous armies were not the same thing.
With a sweep of his hand, he took the lead toward the village.
But just as he was about to step out of the clan gates—
a disturbance erupted outside.
"Hmph! Evil Uchiha brat! As expected, you bare your fangs at last—plotting rebellion!"
A cold, hoarse voice—like a venomous snake hissing—rang out suddenly.
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, over a hundred figures clad in black combat gear and animal masks appeared like phantoms.
They burst forth from walls, rooftops, tree branches, and shadows beyond the compound.
Silent. Efficient.
Every single one radiated chilling killing intent.
And in a blink, all exits were sealed.
These were professionals.
Veterans who had rehearsed this scenario countless times.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Only after they finished positioning did the sound of a cane striking stone echo from the entrance.
Shimura Danzō.
Behind him stood the entire elite of Root.
Among them were several figures with obscure, oppressive auras—masked aces Danzō had hidden away for years.
Tonight, for the sake of annihilating the Uchiha, he had mobilized everything.
"Shimura… Danzō."
Fugaku's face darkened as his Sharingan snapped open.
If Danzō was here, how far could the Hokage be?
"Evil Uchiha?"
Standing at the very front, Jin scoffed, disdain written all over his youthful face.
"Old dog, old dog… looks like your head still isn't smashed badly enough."
The mockery in his voice was undisguised.
But it made Danzō's lone eye contract sharply.
"So it was you!"
The culprit who had knocked him out by the Naka River—found.
Such power at such a young age…
It was all because of those eyes.
As he stared at Jin's crimson gaze, naked greed spilled from his own.
I must have them.
Only those eyes are worthy of everything I've endured.
"Capture Uchiha Arata! Dead or alive!"
"Kill all other rebels on sight!"
No more words.
Danzō issued a direct extermination order.
As long as they were dead, they'd all become his resurrection tokens.
All of them.
"KILL!!!"
Root moved like cold-blooded machines.
Whoosh whoosh!
Slash!
Crack!
Kunai tore through the air.
Hand seals flashed.
Earth pillars burst from the ground!
Wind blades screamed through the night!
Fire Release roared like raging dragons!
A tidal wave of death instantly swallowed the Uchiha compound gates.
"Damn it—everyone, full power!"
Fugaku's expression sank, Mangekyō spinning rapidly.
He wasn't afraid of jōnin-level attacks—
but there were too many.
Too dense.
Too sudden.
And their coordination was flawless.
In the chaos, several hawks planted in the ground were torn apart by earth spikes and wind blades.
At that critical moment, a voice cut through everything.
"So noisy."
Jin's voice wasn't loud.
Yet it pierced explosions and battle cries with terrifying clarity.
He didn't even lift a finger—only opened his eyes slightly.
Kamui.
Kamui.
Kamui.
His left eye spun violently.
One spatial vortex after another appeared out of thin air—
swallowing incoming ninjutsu whole.
Of course, some slipped through.
Whoosh!
"I hit him!"
A Root ninja saw his shuriken flying toward Jin's throat and broke into a grin.
But the instant it entered Jin's three-foot domain, it froze.
Then—
Whoosh!
It rebounded at several times its original speed.
Pshhk!
Before the ninja could react, his throat burst open, blood spraying.
Buzz—!
With a thought, repulsive force surged through the moonlit domain.
Pshhk pshhk pshhk!
Every remaining projectile or jutsu that entered those three feet—
slowed… stopped… then reversed.
Clang clang clang!
Pshhk pshhk!
Crack!
In a blink, over a dozen Root operatives were grievously wounded by their own attacks.
Within three feet of Jin—
all laws were forbidden.
The silver orb of moonlight continued its slow rotation, utterly indifferent to the devastation outside.
Jin stood there calmly, excitement bubbling inside him.
"So it really can do Shinra Tensei."
If it was a world gap he controlled, repulsion made sense.
If the range were larger, even attraction wouldn't be strange.
"What… what is this?!"
Danzō's lone eye bulged.
This ability was beyond anything he understood.
"A spatial barrier? No… not that…"
"It's closer to some kind of higher-order power…"
"So this is the true potential of those eyes?!"
He felt it—
a fundamental, rule-level force.
I want it.
I want it so badly it hurts.
The exposed eye reddened further, obsession twisting his features.
But just as he prepared to act—
the boy opposite him raised a fist.
His lips moved, as if saying something.
What was it?
Jin smiled faintly, lifted his hand.
Index finger extended, thumb raised, pointing straight at Danzō.
"Bang~ One shot. You're dead."
"Biu~"
In an instant, massive chakra collapsed and condensed at his fingertip.
Whoosh—pshhk!
Pop.
A blood hole exploded open.
An invisible bullet pierced straight through Danzō's forehead.
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