At the entrance of the Root base, Chiga appeared out of thin air.
Two Root operatives, dressed in standard black cloaks and white masks, instantly moved into formation upon spotting him.
"Who are you?!" one of them demanded.
Chiga slowly lifted his head, revealing his Mangekyō Sharingan, glowing ominously with cold crimson light.
The moment one of them recognized it, panic surged across his face. "T-That's the Sharingan?! Notify Danzo-sama immediat—!"
Thump.
Both collapsed, eyes wide open, lifeless before the message could leave their lips.
Their sudden deaths triggered a rush of footsteps from within. Dozens of masked Root shinobi flooded out, surrounding Chiga without hesitation.
He didn't even glance their way. His voice was low, casual, but it echoed with menace.
"Where's that old dog, Danzo?"
"Watch your tongue! How dare you speak of Danzo-sama that way!"
Several Root members lunged at him, kunai glinting in the sunlight.
Chiga sighed. Without lifting a finger, dark spikes surged from the shadows at his feet—the power of the Yami Yami no Mi (Dark-Dark Fruit)—and impaled the attackers in a single motion.
The remaining shinobi stumbled back in horror.
"What kind of Ninjutsu is that?! He didn't even use hand signs!"
No answer came.
That was because this wasn't Ninjutsu—it was a Devil Fruit ability. The black spears writhed and softened into tendrils, floating behind Chiga like a cloak of darkness.
His Mangekyō eyes scanned the crowd. "You want to dance too?"
The moment their gazes met his, the swirling pattern of Chiga's Mangekyō embedded itself in their minds. A chilling paralysis rooted them in place.
Raising one hand, Chiga muttered, "Dark Constriction."
The tendrils shot forward.
Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!
The masked Root members were pierced through in seconds. Before they could even scream, they dropped like puppets with cut strings, blood painting the stone.
As Chiga stepped forward, a downpour of blood followed, yet not a single drop touched him. An invisible force field repelled it, preserving his pale robe in perfect condition.
Behind him lay a sea of crimson.
He stopped before the Root base's steel gate, lifting his hand.
"Still hiding, Danzo? Fine then..."
"Stop right there, Uchiha Chiga!"
Chiga turned his head. A curvaceous woman with golden hair and a fierce glare was approaching—the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade.
Behind her were several familiar faces: Yamato, Kakashi, and the leaders of Konoha's major clans—Inoichi Yamanaka, Shikaku Nara, Choza Akimichi, and even Hiashi Hyuga, head of the Hyuga Clan.
Yamato and Kakashi had briefed her moments ago. They mentioned Chiga's Mangekyō had awakened and that he was hunting Danzo. She'd rushed to stop him, fearing the worst.
But seeing the lifeless Root corpses still hanging mid-air, she realized she was already too late.
Tsunade clenched her jaw. She knew what the Mangekyō Sharingan meant. Her grandfather, Hashirama Senju, had once clashed with Uchiha Madara, whose Mangekyō reshaped the entire landscape of the Valley of the End.
If Chiga unleashed a Susanoo, even winning wouldn't matter. Konoha would be in ruins.
This couldn't become a battle. Not unless absolutely necessary.
She stepped forward with authority. "Uchiha Chiga, do you realize what you've done? Are you trying to betray Konoha?"
"Betray Konoha?" Chiga repeated, tilting his head.
Then he placed a hand to his forehead—and laughed. Not softly, not bitterly, but wildly. His silver hair danced in the breeze, his voice echoing like a storm.
"Hahahahaha!"
The shinobi around Tsunade instinctively tensed. Chiga's laughter wasn't joyful—it was seething with wrath and despair.
Tsunade snapped, "What the hell is so funny?!"
A woman suddenly broke through the crowd. Her voice trembled.
"Chiga-senpai!"
Chiga stopped laughing. He turned, expression cold and empty.
It was Kurenai Yuhi.
She stood frozen in front of him, tears already welling in her eyes. "I've been waiting for you. Please... come back to us."
"Come back?" Chiga's voice dropped.
"To what?" he asked. "To an empty clan compound? To graves and silence? Is there even an Uchiha Clan left in Konoha?"
He raised his hand again and tore open a rift in space—his Door-Door Space. From within, he pulled Sasuke Uchiha, still unconscious.
Holding him by the collar, Chiga gave him a sharp slap.
Smack!
Sasuke blinked, disoriented. His vision cleared, and the first thing he saw were Mangekyō Sharingan staring back at him.
"Uchiha Chiga? Where... where did you take me?"
Chiga gave no answer. He tossed Sasuke to the ground like luggage.
Sasuke's arms were bound behind his back with a dark metallic hoop. He struggled up, only to catch sight of the Konoha crowd.
"So you brought me back here," he spat. "What, am I supposed to accept some punishment now? Let them judge me?"
Tsunade frowned at the scene. "Uchiha Chiga, what are you doing with him?"
Chiga narrowed his eyes. "He is one of the few remnants of our clan. He deserves to know the truth."
"Truth?" Tsunade's tone stiffened.
He meant that truth—the massacre of the Uchiha Clan.
Everyone in Konoha's leadership knew the real story. It was the village's darkest secret, buried to protect its image. If it was revealed now, not just Konoha, but the entire shinobi world would be shaken.
Sasuke turned to Chiga, still confused. "What truth? What do you mean?"
Tsunade's face darkened. There would be no reasoning with Chiga.
"Restrain Uchiha Chiga—now!" she ordered sharply.
The Anbu Black Ops moved instantly.
Tsunade led the charge herself.
But among them, one member—a tall Anbu with long purple hair—hesitated.
She didn't move.
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Sick... could only manage to upload a chapter each on all my fanfictions.
Can you please send Power stones.