"Bullshit! Since when does the Uchiha's future need you to display it? I am the Clan Leader!"
Fugaku's face twisted with fury, veins bulging across his forehead as rage burned in his chest.
Behind him stood veteran Special jōnin—men hardened by countless battles.
And yet—
Under Uchiha Xuanjing's assault, they fell like paper dolls.
One strike.
Instant defeat.
No resistance.
"You've all become a joke!"
Uchiha Tekka ground his teeth, fury and humiliation tearing through him as he glared at Xuanjing.
At that moment—
Shuoye Uchiha smiled faintly.
Calm.
As if everything unfolding before him had already been anticipated.
Behind him, Uchiha Xuanjing stepped forward, eyes blazing with unwavering confidence.
"Fugaku," Xuanjing said coldly, "this is no personal dispute between you and us."
"This is about whether you have betrayed and denied the Uchiha."
His voice was sharp as steel, piercing straight into Fugaku's heart.
Behind him stood young Uchiha elites.
Each one was a sharpened blade.
They had fought alongside Shuoye on brutal battlefields, brushing shoulders with death time and again.
Their fates were bound together.
Now, seeing Xuanjing act, courage surged through them.
It felt as though their resolve alone could shake heaven and earth.
"Take him down!"
Driven by anger and fear, several jōnin under Fugaku lunged toward Xuanjing.
But to Xuanjing—
They were slow.
Painfully slow.
Like prey in a predator's gaze.
He vanished.
A flash—
Like meteors streaking across the night sky.
A dull crack echoed.
One Special jōnin was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing to the ground, blood spraying as terror froze across his face.
Before anyone could react—
Another scream rang out.
Xuanjing's figure flickered like white lightning, disappearing from sight once more.
"You… you dare kill them?!"
Fugaku roared, though a flicker of unease crept into his eyes.
He could not believe what he was seeing.
These were his trusted subordinates.
And yet—
They were being slaughtered effortlessly.
Even he felt suffocated by the pressure radiating from the young men before him.
"You have ignored the Uchiha's dignity."
Shuoye stepped forward slowly, his voice low and steady.
"Today, I will show you what true resolve means."
Fugaku's eyes flashed wildly, thoughts racing.
"We are willing to fight for the Uchiha's future!"
Xuanjing's voice boomed like a war drum.
The tension in the hall reached its peak.
It felt as though the horn of battle would sound at any second.
The Uchiha main hall grew suffocating.
"Enough!"
The Great Elder's voice cut through the chaos like a hawk's cry.
"Do you truly intend to slaughter one another here?!"
Xuanjing paused.
He cast a subtle glance toward Shuoye.
Shuoye gave a faint nod.
Only then did Xuanjing withdraw.
The Great Elder watched this exchange.
A flicker of helplessness stirred in his heart.
After the Third Shinobi World War—
No one dared underestimate Shuoye Uchiha anymore.
He merely stood there—
Yet an invisible pressure filled the hall.
Every person present felt it.
Oppression.
Authority.
Shuoye rose slowly.
His tall, refined figure was illuminated by candlelight.
Elegant.
Yet the aura around him felt like darkness swallowing everything in its wake.
The crowd held their breath.
Awe.
Fear.
Both took root in their hearts.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Fugaku inhaled deeply, his voice heavy.
Shuoye's answer was simple.
"Revolution."
The word fell like icy wind.
For a moment—
The hall became so silent that even a needle dropping would have echoed loudly.
Faces paled.
Eyes widened.
Revolution?
At such a sensitive moment?
Was this the point of no return?
"This… how can you speak of such things here?" someone muttered nervously. "What if there are spies from the Hidden Leaf Village?"
A cold snort interrupted.
Xuanjing's gaze swept across the crowd like a blade.
"Relax."
"The Hidden Leaf's spies within our clan have already been dealt with."
Shock rippled through the hall.
Cleared out?
All of them?
Shuoye had anticipated even that?
Fugaku remained silent.
His brows furrowed, expression complicated.
Shuoye looked at him.
Disappointment deepened in his heart.
Fugaku—
Do you still not understand?
You were given the chance.
And you failed to use it.