Yuhara landed steadily, eyes scanning the field of shattered corpses without dropping his guard.
He remembered Danzō had a Sharingan capable of using Izanagi, so he carefully confirmed with his Mangekyō.
Only when he was sure the guy was truly dead did he finally relax.
"Did he not activate it because the arm I severed happened to be the one with Hashirama cells, making it unusable?
Or... had he already used Izanagi earlier during my Waterfowl Dance without me realizing?"
Yuhara considered the possibilities, but couldn't be certain.
What he was sure of, though, was that Danzō had been completely dismembered by Waterfowl Dance's blades.
The thought brought a rush of satisfaction—he'd always despised that guy while watching the anime.
And after becoming a Uchiha, his hatred for Danzō only intensified.
Now that he'd personally taken him out—how could he not feel pleased?
But soon, Yuhara frowned—not just because of the heavy stench of blood.
More importantly, he realized his own condition was shot.
"My chakra's nearly depleted, and my eyes are killing me.
Looks like all those jutsu, especially dojutsu, took a heavy toll."
He muttered internally. Just yesterday, he'd gone toe-to-toe with Fugaku. Though he recovered, the fatigue lingered.
Tonight had been even worse—first fighting Itachi, then hunting down Danzō.
He'd burned through countless techniques, especially those used in combination with Path Reversal.
With such massive consumption, it'd be weird if he was still in top shape. Thankfully, his Mangekyō had enhanced his body.
Without that boost, his chakra reserve would've run dry ages ago, and he wouldn't have lasted this long.
"Well done! Very well done!"
Just as Yuhara was assessing Danzō's corpse and his own state, a voice snapped him out of it—Hiruzen Sarutobi stood twenty meters away, glaring at him furiously.
"You launched a blatant assault on a key Konoha department, murdered Konoha shinobi, and brutally killed a village elder!
Uchiha Yuhara, what are your intentions—are you trying to lead the Uchiha clan in open rebellion?"
Sarutobi's words came fast, as he slammed every accusation he could think of on Yuhara and the Uchiha.
He was consumed with rage—too furious to think clearly.
He'd seen plenty of life and death during wartime, but watching his childhood friend die right in front of him was a whole different thing.
He glared at the Uchiha before him, not even fazed by the still-active Susanoo.
His fury left no room for hesitation—he loathed Yuhara for killing his friend right in front of him!
"Lord Hokage, when exactly did we say we were rebelling against Konoha?"
Yuhara remained calm. At that moment, Shisui arrived at his side with the Uchiha elite.
Nearby clan elites and civilian ninjas had also gathered.
The civilian ninjas immediately aligned behind Sarutobi, weapons drawn, squaring off with Yuhara's group.
But their fear was written all over their faces—sweat dripped from many foreheads.
The clan ninjas, on the other hand, stood awkwardly around the perimeter. They were clearly stunned and unsure.
Crucially, they didn't back Sarutobi. They kept their distance, just watching.
That alone made Yuhara nod slightly. His earlier show of force clearly had the desired effect.
A nuke's biggest deterrent isn't being on display—it's the moment it actually explodes.
And now they knew exactly who Uchiha struck. That alone made the clans wary.
"Yuhara, Fugaku-senpai is back," Shisui whispered in his ear, which immediately eased Yuhara's tension.
"Still denying it?" Sarutobi barked, pointing at Yuhara.
"Wasn't Danzō a Konoha ninja? Weren't those dead shinobi part of the village?
Danzō was a hero! You'd strike down a hero—what's next? Coming after me?
I don't want to hear any excuses, Uchiha Yuhara, you—"
"Lord Hokage, are you really going to act without hearing me out first?" Yuhara interrupted coldly, stepping aside to reveal a tunnel entrance.
Sarutobi frowned, but when he saw the figure emerging from it, his face changed instantly.
Uchiha Fugaku stepped out—carrying a passed-out blond kid.
Sarutobi's face went pale. He knew what this meant.
Both men nodded at Yuhara—and then their eyes changed. Chakra surged from them, one ominous, one destructive.
Three terrifying Susanoo giants—each a different hue, each bone-chilling—rose from the ground.
Sarutobi stared coldly, outwardly composed.
But the sweat on his brow and his clenched fists told the real story—he felt powerless.
He knew that if he ordered an attack, the Uchiha would be destroyed tonight.
No matter how powerful a clan is, it can't defeat a whole village—not unless they were Madara.
But he would also die—and Konoha would fall into chaos, ripe for enemy villages to strike.
"Looks like you've cooled off, Lord Hokage," Yuhara said flatly.
"Talk, then—why did you do all this tonight?" Sarutobi exhaled, finally speaking, voice filled with fatigue.
Right now, he hated the Uchiha—but even more, he hated Itachi.
Why did he ever believe that guy?
He'd believed the claim that only Itachi and Shisui had Mangekyō.
He'd believed Itachi could handle the Uchiha situation.
Now, he just wanted to strangle that bastard himself.