Chapter 5: The Fall of the Darkness
"It seems I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands."
His subordinates had been wiped out, yet the man who ruled the shadows of the shinobi world remained remarkably calm. Danzo tossed aside his cane and slowly began to unwrap the bandages from his right arm, revealing a limb that was nothing short of a nightmare.
"Sharingan?!" Uchiha Inahisa and Zaito, still protected within the Susanoo, erupted in fury. "How dare you defile the remains of our ancestors!"
"Your clan is inherently evil. The power of these eyes can only be used to protect the Leaf in my hands," Danzo said, his gaze fixed on the black-armored warrior standing in the torrential rain. "Uchiha Touhuan, today I personally end your sins."
With a blur of hand signs, Danzo charged.
**"Wind Style: Vacuum Bullets!"** Bullets of compressed air slammed into Touhuan's Susanoo like cannon fire. Using the barrage as cover, Danzo weaved through the smoke, thrusting a kunai aimed at a gap in the armor.
The Susanoo, towering high above, swung its massive blade in a single, fluid arc. The vacuum bullets were shattered instantly, and the strike caught Danzo at the waist, severing him in half.
The Susanoo slowly dissipated, leaving Touhuan and his companions standing on the sodden earth.
"Is it... over?" Inahisa muttered, breathless.
"Yes, it's over," Touhuan nodded, walking toward Danzo's bisected corpse.
But a split second later, the body vanished into thin air. A sharp *whoosh* echoed from directly behind Touhuan.
"I'll take your eyes, Touhuan!" Danzo's voice was thick with greed. With Shisui's eyes and Touhuan's own Mangekyō, the seat of Hokage would finally be his.
However, as his kunai came within a millimeter of Touhuan's back, Danzo froze. His body began to crumble, dissipating like smoke in the wind.
"What... what is this?!" Danzo stared in horror as his right arm and his weapon simply vanished into the void.
"You were relying on **Izanagi**, weren't you?" Touhuan slowly turned around, his left Mangekyō spinning with a cold, rhythmic pulse. "The ability to turn reality into an illusion... unfortunately, you are completely countered by these eyes."
**"My Visual Jutsu: [Mizuhaname]."** Touhuan's voice was a death knell. "Under the gaze of these eyes, all illusions cease to exist."
As the words fell, Danzo's phantom figure vanished, and his original corpse reappeared on the ground—still cut in half, still bleeding. Without Danzo's chakra to restrain them, the Hashirama cells in his arm began to rampage, sprouting wood. Touhuan casually cast a series of sealing marks to suppress the growth, then picked up the mangled remains of the elder.
"Let's go. We're going back to the village."
"Back to the village?" Zaito asked, stunned.
"Yes. We are going back to demand an explanation." Touhuan looked at a Wood Style ninja (Yamato) who was still barely breathing nearby. "Bring him too."
...
Inside the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi lit his pipe for the 27th time that day. A deep, gnawing unease had settled in his chest since dawn.
"Hokage-sama! Uchiha Touhuan has returned! He's clashing with the guards at the main gate!" an Anbu shouted, rushing into the room.
Hiruzen's heart sank. If Touhuan was back... then Danzo had failed. "He was returning from a standard mission. Why is there a conflict?"
"He's carrying..." the Anbu swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "...He's carrying Elder Danzo's corpse. And Lord Danzo's arm... it's covered in Sharingan."
"What?!" Hiruzen stood up so fast his chair toppled. He had expected failure, perhaps even a political mess, but he never imagined Danzo would be slaughtered like **Garbage** and put on public display.
"The village advisors are already on their way to the gate," the Anbu continued. "And the Uchiha clan... they are mobilizing."
...
At the entrance of Konoha, the tension was thick enough to cut with a blade.
Dozens of Jonin had surrounded Touhuan and Inahisa. Touhuan stood in the center of the circle, calm and indifferent, casually tossing the half-body of Danzo onto the pavement like a piece of **Trash**.
"How dare you! You murdered a Leaf Elder!" A loud shout rang out as the crowd parted. The two advisors, Homura and Koharu, stepped forward. Seeing the state of their old friend, they screamed, "Men! Seize these rogues immediately!"
"Let's see who dares!"
One by one, Uchiha ninjas landed behind Touhuan. Under the setting sun, dozens of crimson Sharingan gleamed with murderous intent. Leading them were the clan elders and a grim-faced Uchiha Fugaku.
The news Zaito had brought back—the image of Danzo's arm defiled by their ancestors' eyes—had turned even the most peaceful Uchiha into a demon.
Even Shisui, bandaged and pale from his surgery, and Itachi stood among the ranks. They had tried to stop the mobilization, but the clan's rage was a wildfire that could no longer be contained.
"Is the Uchiha clan rebelling?!" Homura roared.
"You desecrate our dead and hunt our geniuses," an Uchiha elder hissed. "Rebellion might be the only language you understand!"
"Stop! All of you!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi's voice boomed across the plaza. The Third Hokage landed between the two groups, his robes fluttering. Both sides froze, all eyes turning to the man who held the fate of the village in his hands.
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