[Three Feet Before the Body (Gold): Within the interstice of reality three feet before you, open a temporary domain governed entirely by your will.]
Three feet before the body? A temporary domain?
Ren's brows knitted tightly.
The literal meaning was clear. Every word was easy to understand, and even together they made perfect sense.
But—
What exactly did "interstice of reality" mean?
Was it some kind of special space similar to Kamui?
He steadied his breathing and focused, activating the trait while carefully sensing the changes around him.
Buzz—
Late at night, moonlight flowed like water, gently draping itself over his body.
Yet the instant the trait activated—
The moonlight before his eyes… came alive.
It was no longer merely shining down.
Instead, it felt like it had become an extension of his own will.
A sensation close to that of a creator god—absolute, effortless control over the three-foot space around him—surged up from deep within.
With a slight shift of thought—
Whoosh!
The silvery moonlight flowing before him was gathered, kneaded, and compressed by his raised hand!
In an instant, the diffuse gauze of light condensed into a silver sphere the size of an egg, radiating a gentle glow.
It hovered quietly within three feet of Ren's body, slowly rotating.
Like a moon orbiting a planet, cycling endlessly.
The originally cool radiance now carried a warm, comforting temperature.
[Ding. Congratulations, host. Sunbathing for 1 minute: Chakra +1.]
"Sunbathing? This is…"
Hearing the prompt, Ren reached out and lightly cradled the warm "little sun" in his palm.
Uncontrollable ecstasy erupted in his pupils.
He understood.
Within this absolute domain of "Three Feet Before the Body," he could forcibly condense and elevate moonlight, simulating the essence of the sun itself.
And—
He had absolute control over it.
The light it emitted transformed from reflected moonlight into genuine sunlight.
What did this mean?
It meant that from now on, he could "sunbathe" at least twenty-five hours a day.
It meant his daily chakra growth would surge from 840 points to well over 1,400 points.
It meant…
One Kakashi per week?
Fifty Kakashis in a year?!
Realizing this, Ren could no longer suppress the joy in his heart.
Slowly, he raised one hand to his forehead, bending forward slightly as his shoulders began to tremble.
Before long, a grin stretched from the corner of his mouth all the way to his ears.
"Ha… hahaha—hahahaha!!!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The wild laughter even startled the clansmen who had been awakened by Shisui after Itachi's departure.
When the cruel truth was fully laid bare—especially for those high-ranking elders who had nearly died in their sleep—rage erupted completely.
Especially those elders.
As the powerholders of the Uchiha clan, they had nearly been killed by a mere child!
Their fury surged to its peak.
"Clan Head! Uchiha Itachi actually dared betray the clan?! He's trying to sever the roots of the Uchiha!"
"A conspiracy! This is absolutely that Hokage old bastard's poisonous scheme—trying to make us kill each other!"
"Unforgivable! Absolutely intolerable! Clan Head, give the order! Tonight we storm into Konoha and smash the Hokage Tower!"
"That's right! Kill! Kill them all! Kill that traitor Itachi!!"
Hundreds of Uchiha shinobi gathered in the shattered courtyard, emotions boiling, eyes blood-red.
The lingering terror of death stripped away their usual composure.
All that remained—
Was the need to vent their rage.
Kill, kill, kill!
Charge into Konoha!
Kill the Hokage!
Kill—Uchiha Itachi!
Seeing this, Fugaku stood at the center of the crowd, his brows twisted into a tight knot.
The Hokage's sinister schemes made his blood boil as well, but… reason told him that a coup was a dead end.
True, he was furious at the Hokage's actions, but he still wasn't willing to immediately launch a rebellion.
The clan members might not know—but how could he not?
"Throughout fate, the Uchiha have launched ninety-three coups… and not a single one succeeded…"
His lips moved slightly, yet he didn't give an answer.
Instead, his gaze subconsciously shifted to Ren, who was still laughing with one hand on his forehead.
He hoped his second son could offer a solution.
But…
When he saw the boy laughing like that, a wave of exhaustion washed over him.
His eldest son had defected and been taken away by a mysterious man.
The clan was in an uproar, a bunch of hotheaded brutes shouting only for blood.
His youngest son was oblivious, already fast asleep.
And the only son who brought him any comfort—
His second son was now having another episode.
Just as Fugaku was locked in inner turmoil and hesitation, the hawkish Third Elder's eyes flashed with sharp light.
An opportunity!
"Clan Head!" the Third Elder stepped forward sharply, his booming voice suppressing the noise. "Itachi's betrayal is already a fact! Konoha's butcher's blade is hanging over our heads!"
"If we don't act now, are we going to wait until they slaughter the Uchiha like pigs and dogs?!"
Behind him, his hardline followers roared in unison. "Act! We must act!"
Seeing this, even the dovish elders could only sigh in despair. "Clan Head… the life and death of the Uchiha will be decided tonight…"
The Third Elder was overjoyed.
Even the doves were no longer opposing—momentum was set!
He stepped forward again, almost face-to-face with Fugaku, his voice filled with naked coercion and threat.
"Clan Head Fugaku! The situation is stronger than any individual!"
"If you agree to this coup, we'll follow you as our leader! If you don't…"
He suddenly puffed out his chest, voice rising sharply with domineering force.
"Then we'll change to a clan head who can lead us out to kill our way through!"
"This coup—you'll do it whether you want to or not!"
Fugaku's brows knitted even tighter.
So tight that even a mosquito flying in would plunge into an abyss.
He understood exactly what the clan meant.
Either he would lead the coup.
Or the clan would drag him into leading the coup.
The result might not differ much—but the process was worlds apart.
"Clan Head Fugaku, you have no time left to hesitate!"
The Third Elder was brimming with self-satisfaction, reveling in the sensation of being surrounded and supported, already seeing his glorious future upon the clan head's seat.
He cleared his throat, ready to deliver the final declaration.
"I think you've truly gone senile!"
"Since you're so indecisive, don't blame me for—"
Bang!
Before the words could finish, a massive fist cloaked in crimson chakra smashed brutally into the Third Elder's face!
Crack!
A bone-splintering crunch echoed sharply!
The Third Elder didn't even have time to scream before his body became a blurred afterimage, sent flying backward.
Boom!
He slammed straight into the ruined courtyard wall.
The sight instantly dropped everyone's jaws.
Especially when they saw the boy standing before Fugaku—no one could utter a single word.
"Cough, cough… you dare sneak attack? Fugaku, you really—"
The elder coughed as he crawled out of the rubble, his face twisted in pain.
But the moment he lifted his head and saw Ren, his throat felt as if an invisible hand had seized it.
In truth, it had.
Crimson as blood, Nine-Tails chakra surged violently, instantly forming a gigantic chakra hand!
It seized the Third Elder from the rubble—
Like grabbing a helpless chick!
"N-No… Ren! What are you doing?! I'm a clan elder!!" the Third Elder screamed in terror.
Bang!
The chakra giant hand swung him like a rag doll and smashed him brutally into the hard ground before everyone's eyes. Gravel exploded!
Bang!!
The ground caved into a shallow pit.
Bang!!!
The pit grew even deeper!
Again and again, the elder was hammered straight into the earth.
In the blink of an eye, the once-robust, sharp-eyed old man was embedded into the ground.
Only his head remained exposed.
"Ren! Don't think you can act recklessly just because you're the clan head's second son!"
"Always nagging and making noise—today we'll teach you a lesson for Clan Head Fugaku!"
Only now did the Uchiha shinobi of the elders' faction finally react.
More than twenty of them charged forward at once.
They were the Third Elder's direct subordinates.
However, they rushed in fast—and fell even faster.
Bang bang bang!
That massive crimson chakra palm was like an insurmountable mountain, slapping every one of them into the ground!
Bang!
One after another—within moments, more than twenty clan members had been planted into the earth around the Third Elder.
Packed tightly together, only their heads exposed.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
At this moment, the hundreds of clansmen were completely silent.
For the first time, they truly looked straight at this second young master of the clan head.
Many of them were seeing this ten-year-old boy for the very first time.
Strong.
Unfathomably strong.
So strong that not a single person dared even harbor the thought of attacking.
Ren slowly flicked his hand, as if he had merely brushed off a bit of dust.
To pacify the outside, one must first stabilize the inside.
And the Uchiha clan's innate temperament flaws—if left unchecked—would only breed another Itachi sooner or later.
After a brief pause, he spoke directly.
"From this moment on, the Uchiha clan answers to me."
"Who agrees?"
He paused slightly, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the crowd.
"And who—objects?"
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