Chapter 87: Tsunade-hime
"Uchiha ninjas! What do you think you're doing? Are you truly going to betray the village?!"
With her arms crossed, Tsunade stood in the pouring rain, her chakra flaring so fiercely that every raindrop around her evaporated into steam. Her gaze burned like fire as she glared at the whiteclad ninjas before her.
Tsunade was in no mood for patience. Seeing the Uchiha striking down fellow Konoha ninjas in the streets, she had launched herself into the fray without hesitation—her punch smashing through the man's activated Blut Vene, sending him crashing into the ruins.
Waves of chakra coursed through her Tenketsu and network of Tenketsu, forming an aura so dense it felt tangible. Behind her, the faint outlines of shadowy figures appeared—echoes of her killing intent. It was a secret frontline technique, one meant for war, yet Tsunade was forced to reveal it here, in the midst of Konoha's civil strife.
"What the hell are you doing? I'm talking to you!" she roared. "You're tearing down clan gates, throwing the entire village into chaos! Is this how Konoha ninjas are supposed to act?!"
"But, Lady Aizen clearly—"
"I know he's not dead!" Tsunade snapped. "I don't believe he is either! But that doesn't justify what you're doing!"
The young ninjas before her looked lost and angry, faces twisted with grief and defiance. Tsunade's fury burned hotter. Her chakra patterns flared across her face, transforming her expression into that of a wrathful deity.
"The village belongs to everyone! It's not your playground to destroy! If you're angry, speak! If you're grieving, fight through it with purpose! But don't disgrace Konoha with this madness!"
As the princess of the village, Tsunade feared no one. There was no authority in Konoha above her—save one man.
Kato Dan.
And the man who had returned from the dead now searched desperately for Aizen's trace.
Because Tsunade was certain: Aizen's death was a lie.
Even after she personally dissected the body, examined every hidden mechanism, and saw the blooddraining wounds and severed pathways, she refused to accept it. Aizen's death was too perfect, too deliberate. Someone like him didn't die without purpose.
What was he planning? If this was just an illusion or misdirection, why abandon the system he built so carefully?
Hatake Sakumo had already infiltrated his own son's side, existing as a wandering soul. The other subordinates once loyal to Aizen had either turned on each other or joined the Mutual Aid Association to cleanse their names.
Tsunade felt completely overwhelmed. The chaos that had erupted in the Invisible Garden had thrown even her into confusion. An organization so vast, built upon one man's vision, could crumble into dust the instant that man fell.
The three days of fighting inside the Invisible Garden had been a miniature war—strange and terrifying techniques clashing endlessly.
Even Tsunade had begun experimenting with the technology Aizen left behind: the Zanpakuto. She had achieved some results, but before she could stabilize the turmoil inside, a message from Konoha shattered everything.
Aizen's death had not only destabilized the Invisible Garden—it had thrown all of Konoha into chaos.
After the failure of the final Impure World Reincarnation, the Mutual Aid Association became convinced that Aizen's death was part of Konoha's political schemes. They began attacking the secret vaults of the major clans, raiding hidden stores of jutsu and relics.
Rushing back to the village, Tsunade arrived just in time to see Uchiha squads forcing families to destroy their own gates under threat.
Her fury exploded. She struck, her fist shaking the ground, and glared at the redeyed shinobi still standing.
"Just because Aizen died, you turn your blades on your comrades? Is this Konoha's Will of Fire?! Has everyone gone insane over one man's death?!"
Her voice thundered through the storm, scattering the rain in all directions as if her rage itself split the air.
"If this continues," she roared, "then the Second Hokage's judgment will come true! Do you want to prove him right—that you are a cursed clan?!"
"Remember who you are! Remember your duty as the Konoha Guard!"
"…"
"…"
"…"
Under normal circumstances, her words would have struck deep. The Uchiha respected her as the granddaughter of Hashirama Senju—the princess of Konoha, one of the Legendary Sannin, and heir to the clan that once founded the village alongside their own.
Even the proudest of them would have hesitated before defying her.
But this time was different.
Generations of resentment simmered beneath their silence. The memory of Madara Uchiha's conflict with Hashirama Senju flickered in their hearts, reigniting the flames of bitterness.
"Princess of Konoha, what do you know?! Do you have any idea what kind of life we Uchiha live every single day?!"
From within the rain and rubble, twisted black flames erupted, and a massive skeletal claw burst through the collapsed ruins, scattering debris in every direction.
The young Uchiha who led the squad stood amidst the destruction, tears and blood mingling in his eyes. His threetomoe Sharingan spun furiously in the storm, slowly shifting, transforming into a brilliant pattern beyond anything ordinary.
It was said that in moments of unbearable pain and despair, the Uchiha eyes could evolve—awakening beyond the three tomoe. For generations, this was nothing more than clan legend. But now, under the torrential rain, that legend had taken form.
The colossal bone claw crushed the last pile of stone beneath it. The Uchiha leader glared at Tsunade with burning hatred.
"How could you, born in luxury, ever understand? Everyone loves you. Everyone protects you. And what about us?!" His voice cracked as the bone flame pulsed violently behind him. "We're the cursed ones. The hated ones. That's the label you gave us—the definition you decided!"
"Didn't we try to fit in? Haven't we bled enough for this village? Did we die fewer deaths on the battlefield than your clan? The Senju were praised as noble and righteous—they merged with Konoha and became one with it! So why can't we? Because of our eyes? Because Uchiha Madara once dreamed of being Hokage, and you denied him justice, forcing him to leave?!"
His voice shook with anguish, yet his tone grew sharper.
"Because Madara was suppressed, we must all be suppressed. Because he was called cursed, we must bear the curse forever. Because he and the Second Hokage clashed, our entire clan must be branded traitors! Isn't that the truth?!"
He took a trembling step forward, his chakra flaring.
"We've sacrificed, fought, and shed blood for Konoha! We've cried for this village! But what was our reward? You know the answer better than anyone!"
His words struck like kunai in the rain.
"'Redeyed dogs.' 'Konoha's parasites.' 'A cursed clan.' 'Arrogant and unfeeling.' That's what we are to you, isn't it?" His voice grew darker. "And now, finally, someone—one man—had the courage to stand for us, to speak on our behalf… and you killed him. You called it justice, but it was conspiracy."
The Uchiha leader slowly closed his eyes.
In that instant, everyone nearby felt their breath catch. The shadows beneath their feet rippled like water, stretching and twisting.
From within, a dark, humanoid figure emerged—grotesque, its form wreathed in black mist. The air turned cold, the kind of cold that froze blood. It fixed its formless gaze upon Tsunade, who stood across the street, expression hardening by the second.
"If we cannot save Konoha from its own decay," the Uchiha whispered, voice low but seething with conviction, "then let it burn. We've endured long enough. It's time we act—for the leader who truly believed in us."
He opened his eyes. The newly awakened Sharingan pulsed with a kaleidoscopic glow, complex patterns shifting endlessly in the stormlight.
"One last warning, Tsunade," he said coldly. "Do not stand in the way of our righteous vengeance."
"What if I say no?"
"…"
The rain hissed against the ground. The Uchiha said nothing more.
In a heartbeat, he vanished.
A flicker of chakra—the whisper of a shadow.
Tsunade's pupils narrowed. From behind her, the Uchiha's form materialized, the giant spectral skeleton phasing through the ruins like a ghost. Its massive hand reached forward, grasping her within its bony palm.
For a moment, her body bent under the crushing force. Then Tsunade closed her eyes.
Dozens of her Tenketsu flared open at once. A surge of chakra exploded outward—pure, unrestrained power. The air itself screamed.
Boom!!!
A blinding shockwave tore through the street, shattering stone and scattering the rain like glass.
Not far away, a small group of Uchiha trudged through the alleys, muttering in anger.
"You call yourself an Uchiha? You should be ashamed! Master Aizen was murdered, and you're just standing there instead of taking action!"
"Have you been asleep these past days?! What kind of disgrace are you to our clan?!"
"If you still have pride, then come with us!"
"…What?"
The young man they confronted looked at them in surprise, his expression a mix of confusion and calm.
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