Silence.
No one spoke.
But this time, what filled the Uchiha district wasn't simple fear anymore—
It was a fire that had been lit clean through… and was now being forcibly held back.
Kai's words—"setting things right"—were a spark tossed straight into a haystack.
"Economic power… setting things right…"
The Second Elder rolled those phrases around on his tongue, and a sharp glint flashed through the murky red of his eyes.
The others exchanged looks.
That phrase wasn't the same as coup at all.
And that meant—
They weren't the rebels anymore.
They were the righteous ones.
It meant total overturn.
And now, looking at that少年 with his foot on an elder's head, moonlight flowing around him, a tiny silver sun spinning calmly at his side—
A wild impulse surged through their chests.
"Clan Head Fugaku! Young Master Kai!"
A young Uchiha genin stepped forward, dropped to one knee, voice trembling with excitement.
"I, Uchiha Tekka, am willing to follow Lord Kai and set things right!"
His Sharingan flickered with resolve—so intense it almost looked like it might split from one tomoe into two.
That sight detonated the crowd.
"Uchiha Da…di—I mean, Uchiha Daki! I'll follow Lord Kai!"
"Uchiha Inabi—I'll die for the revolution!"
"Uchiha Kendō—I follow Lord Kai!!"
More and more Uchiha stepped out and knelt.
Their voices merged into a roaring flood that made the very air tremble.
Fugaku drew a long breath.
The last trace of hesitation in his heart vanished.
"I, Uchiha Fugaku, hereby declare—starting today, Uchiha Kai is the young clan head of the Uchiha!"
He stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Kai.
"Our goal—seize control of Konoha's economic lifeline and set things right!"
"ROOOOAR—!!!"
The shout shook the night sky.
The Uchiha's battle intent had never been this high.
Never been this unified.
Kai gave a small nod, amusement flickering in his eyes.
That's more like it.
A rebel army and an army of justice were two completely different things.
Then he swept his arm and led the way toward the village.
But the moment he was about to charge out through the district gates—
A strange sound rose from outside.
"Hmph! Evil little Uchiha brat! So you truly are wolves at heart—plotting rebellion!"
A cold, hoarse voice slithered out like a venomous snake.
Whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
In an instant, more than a hundred figures appeared—black uniforms, animal masks, moving like ghosts.
They burst from the outer walls, rooftops, tree branches, shadows—
Silent, precise, professional.
Every single one radiated killing intent.
And in the first moment they arrived, they sealed every exit.
This wasn't a random patrol.
This was an operation.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Only after they formed up did the sound reach the gate—
A cane striking stone.
Shimura Danzō.
Behind him stood Root's elite.
And mixed among them were several masked figures with unusually obscure, dangerous presences—
Danzō's hidden trump cards.
Tonight, for the sake of erasing the Uchiha, he had brought everything.
"Shimura… Danzō."
Fugaku's expression sank as his eyes turned scarlet.
If Danzō was here, how far behind could the Hokage be?
"Evil Uchiha?"
Kai stood at the very front, his childish face full of contempt.
"Old dog. Looks like your skull still isn't cracked enough."
The mockery in his voice wasn't even hidden.
Danzō's single exposed eye tightened sharply.
"So it was you."
The culprit who had knocked him out by the Naka River.
So young—and already this strong.
It was all because of those eyes.
Staring into that scarlet gaze, naked greed seeped from Danzō's one eye.
I want them.
I have to take them.
Only eyes like those were worthy of everything he'd endured.
"Take down Uchiha Kai! Dead or alive!"
"As for the rest of the rebels—kill on sight!"
No more talk.
He issued the execution order.
If they all died—
Then every corpse here would become his "revival token."
All of them.
"Kill!!"
Root moved like a cold machine.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Clack!
Snap!
The air filled with flying ninja tools and rapid hand seals.
Earth Release pillars tore up from the ground.
Wind Release sliced through the air.
Fire Release became roaring dragons of flame—
A tide of death that swallowed the Uchiha gates in an instant.
"Damn it—everyone, full force!"
Fugaku's face darkened as his Mangekyō spun.
He didn't fear mid- to high-level jōnin attacks—
But there were too many.
Too dense.
Too sudden.
And their coordination was flawless.
In the chaos, several hawks still "planted" in the ground were torn apart by stone spikes and wind blades on the spot.
Right as disaster struck—
A voice cut through it all.
"So noisy."
Kai's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the explosions and shouting like a blade.
He didn't even lift a finger.
He simply opened his eyes and looked once.
Kamui.
Kamui.
Kamui.
His left eye spun rapidly.
One vortex after another appeared out of thin air—
Swallowing the incoming ninjutsu whole.
Of course, some slipped through.
Whoosh!
A Root shinobi saw his shuriken streaking toward Kai's throat and lit up with joy.
"Got him!"
But the moment it entered three feet in front of Kai—
It stopped.
Like it had slammed into an invisible wall.
Then—
Whoosh!
It shot back several times faster than before.
Pshhk!
By the time the shinobi realized what happened, his throat had already bloomed red.
A clean, round blood-hole bubbled as he collapsed.
Wuuum—!
Kai's thoughts shifted.
Within the faint moonlight of that three-foot domain, ripples of repulsive force surged out.
Pshhk—pshhk—pshhk!
Every stray tool, every missed jutsu—
The instant they entered those three feet…
It was like colliding with a soft yet immovable force.
They pushed in only a fraction—then froze.
Clink-clank-clang!
The next second, the shuriken and kunai were hurled back by invisible power.
Pff! Pff! Pff!
Crack!
Thud!
In a blink, more than ten Root shinobi were maimed by their own attacks.
Within three feet of Kai—
Nothing could touch him.
And inside that moonlit domain, the silver light-sphere kept rotating calmly, as if the world outside—burning and collapsing—had nothing to do with it.
Kai stood quietly, but inside he was practically giddy.
"So it really works… like Shinra Tensei."
If it was a rift of reality under his control, repulsion made sense.
If the range were larger… even attraction wouldn't be strange.
Danzō's single eye widened violently.
"What… is that?!"
This eerie ability was beyond anything he understood.
"A spatial barrier? No… not that. It feels more like… a higher force…"
"Is that the 'output' of those Sharingan…?"
He could sense something deeper—rule-level power.
And the hunger in him warped into obsession.
Want.
Want it.
Want it so badly he could feel himself twisting.
The single exposed eye even began to redden faintly.
Red-eye was a sickness.
But just as he prepared to move—
The boy across from him casually raised a fist, as if saying something.
What was he saying?
Kai smiled.
Then lifted his hand.
Index finger pointed like a gun. Thumb cocked.
A childish aim—straight at Danzō.
"Bang~ One shot. You're dead."
"Biu~"
In an instant, chakra compressed and collapsed at his fingertip—
Shooo—PSHHK!
Pop.
A bloody hole exploded open.
An invisible "bullet" pierced straight through Danzō's forehead in a single strike.
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