Uchiha Nan let out a soft scoff. The Magma Release Rasenshuriken in his hand dissipated into nothing as he looked straight at Uchiha Fugaku.
"Magma Release? A trump card?"
"I think you've misunderstood," Nan said disdainfully, his gaze sweeping over the battered and disheveled Uchiha below.
"That was just a small trick to make them quiet."
Fugaku's heart sank.
A deep, ominous premonition surged up inside him. From the moment the clan assembly began, everything had already spiraled out of control.
What is he planning to do now?
Does he still have another card to play?
"My real trump card," Nan continued calmly,
"is this."
Mangekyō Sharingan Experience Ticket –1
In an instant, an overwhelming Mangekyō-level ocular power erupted within Nan's eyes.
Cold.
Evil.
Chaotic.
A tidal wave of negative emotions flooded into his mind, stirring an uncontrollable impulse to destroy everything in front of him.
So this is why every Uchiha who awakens the Mangekyō goes mad…
Just bearing this power was enough to drive someone insane.
But then—
A cool, refreshing force washed through his mind, forcibly suppressing the violent surge.
The roulette system intervened.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
"So this is the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan!!"
"It's intoxicating… truly intoxicating!"
With the system's assistance, Nan achieved perfect control over this borrowed power. Only now did he truly understand why, after awakening his Mangekyō, Uchiha Sasuke had dared to storm the Five Kage Summit alone.
This kind of explosive leap in strength could easily overwhelm one's reason.
Right now, Nan felt like he could beat ten versions of his former self without breaking a sweat. The gap between a three-tomoe Uchiha and a Mangekyō wielder wasn't just large—it was the difference between two entirely different species.
At this moment, even if Senju Tobirama were standing in front of him, Nan wouldn't hesitate.
The Mangekyō's power was far beyond what he had imagined.
Nan threw his head back and laughed wildly atop the platform, completely unconcerned about whether Fugaku might try to ambush him.
"Impossible… this is impossible…"
"That level of power—Mangekyō Sharingan?!"
"You awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan?!"
Fugaku shouted in disbelief.
Those eyes—
The eyes he had pursued his entire life.
The entire Uchiha clan had spent generations chasing that very power.
A Susanoo that could blot out the sky.
Strength capable of cleaving mountains and seas with a single strike.
The power once wielded by Uchiha Madara.
Today—
It had appeared once more.
"Hahahaha! The heavens have not abandoned us!"
"The Mangekyō Sharingan has returned!!"
"The divine power of the Uchiha clan!!!"
"The future of Konoha belongs to the Uchiha!!!!"
The clan elders, who had been calmly observing just moments earlier, suddenly erupted into hysterical cheers.
They had already been shaken by Nan's Magma Release Rasenshuriken. Now, the unmistakable Mangekyō ocular power radiating from him pushed them completely over the edge.
They knew this power better than anyone.
They had once witnessed it firsthand—on Uchiha Madara himself.
No one understood the terror of the Mangekyō Sharingan more deeply than they did.
At that instant, they made their decision.
Uchiha Nan was the future clan head.
No one could stop it.
Whoever dared oppose him—
Kill them.
The elders immediately acknowledged Nan as the future leader of the Uchiha. Only someone like him could lead the clan back to the era of Madara.
And most importantly—
Senju Hashirama was gone.
Senju Tobirama was dead.
Who, now, could stand against the Uchiha's divine power?
"Clan Head Uchiha Fugaku," Nan said calmly,
"do you understand my trump card now?"
The pattern in Nan's eyes was no longer the familiar tomoe—it had transformed into a six-pointed star.
This Mangekyō belonged to Uchiha Sasuke.
A colossal, semi-transparent Susanoo manifested behind Nan, towering dozens of meters high. He had only slightly invoked its power, yet its presence alone was enough to suffocate the air.
Nan's burning gaze locked onto Fugaku.
Fugaku was speechless.
Fear.
Envy.
Both emotions twisted violently in his eyes.
Those eyes… those eyes that I've dreamed of my entire life…
Why weren't they mine…?
"Uchiha Nan!!"
"He is the clan head of the Uchiha!!!"
"He is the future!!!"
The elders screamed themselves hoarse, pointing at the towering Susanoo behind Nan.
"That power—"
"Susanoo!!"
"The Uchiha's invincible might!!!"
"Uchiha Nan!!"
"Uchiha Nan!!!"
The cheers erupted like a tsunami, far more frenzied than before.
The entire clan had gone mad.
The Mangekyō's overwhelming power erased all memory of Nan's earlier "missteps."
Such a powerful man—
Wasn't it natural for him to be arrogant?
Wasn't it right for him to be domineering?
Challenging the authority of the strong deserved death.
The fact that they were still alive—
They should thank Nan for his mercy.
In just a few seconds, the Uchiha completed a full mental reversal, transforming into Nan's most fervent supporters.
"Silence!"
Nan's voice fell.
The thunderous cheers vanished instantly.
Every Uchiha looked at him as if gazing upon a god.
Even the dozen Uchiha who had just been attacked now wore expressions of reverence.
They had lost.
Completely and utterly.
"Uchiha Fugaku," Nan said slowly,
"I'll give you a chance."
"A chance to challenge me."
"If you win, the position of clan head remains yours."
Nan intended to break him completely.
He had saved that experience ticket for so long—if he didn't use it to put on a grand show now, it would be a waste.
"I… I…"
Fugaku couldn't even bring himself to speak.
Fight?
Fight that?
There was no chance of victory. Just the pressure from Nan's ocular power alone was already suffocating him.
"You can either step down without a fight," Nan pressed,
"or act like a true Uchiha and challenge me."
"Lose, and it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Nan added fuel to the fire, deliberately pushing Fugaku further. If Fugaku simply knelt, the spectacle wouldn't be complete.
In that moment, Fugaku understood.
Nan was killing the chicken to warn the monkeys.
And today—
He was the chicken.
There was no retreat left.
Being forced out by Nan wasn't shameful—after all, Nan possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.
But if he didn't even have the courage to fight—
What right did he have to call himself an Uchiha?
At worst… I die.
Fugaku wasn't afraid of death.
And he didn't believe Nan would kill him. Someone who had hidden his ambitions for sixteen years and awakened the Mangekyō wasn't that foolish.
Nan still needed him—to fully take control of the Uchiha clan.
"…Then let us fight."
Fugaku straightened his back, regaining the dignity of a clan head, his expression resolute as he faced Nan.
Hearing those words, Nan smiled.
A deeply satisfied smile.
This show,
I'm finishing it today.
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