Cold moonlight pierced through gaps in the Uchiha clan symbol as murder and salvation unfolded simultaneously in this place.
Bang!
Another paper door was violently shattered. nma's afterimage swept across the courtyard as Crazy Diamond's punches had already destroyed three Uchiha's defensive stances.
A Stand with A-rank power and speed launching sneak attacks was dinsional suppression in the shinobi world.
Even Uchiha jōnin were like lambs to slaughter before invisible fists. Kunai barely drawn half an inch before agony struck the neck, consciousness instantly plunging into darkness.
Shisui's figure followed closely behind, answering with the clan mbers' positions except for children.
"Dove."
nma's lightning-fast hand seals. The mont shadow clones turned to smoke, Gold Experience's golden punch shadows had already struck. Chakra constructs began savage growth—muscle fibers wrapping around bone fraworks like vines, capillary networks proliferating beneath skin, even eyeball vitreous beginning to refract moonlight.
Perfect biological forgeries.
Hiraishin's flash ca and went instantly. Real Uchiha clan mbers had been transferred to underground strongholds in Hot Water Country while imposters' necks slowly seeped warm "blood."
Eyes required special attention. nma's kunai gouged out the forgeries' eyeballs, Katon chakra turning them to charcoal to prevent anyone discovering these were ordinary eyes, not Sharingan.
Naturally, doves and civilians received rescue while hawks and radicals—these power-blinded fools—faced completely different treatnt from nma.
When Shisui grimly spoke the word "hawk," nma's kunai would unhesitatingly slice across their throats.
Shisui didn't intervene, rely turning his face slightly to avoid the disturbing sight.
Afterward, nma wouldn't forget these precious treasures, crouching down to gouge out Sharingan with his kunai before placing these valuable spoils in prepared nutrient solution jars.
"Take this." nma handed the Sharingan-filled jar to Shisui. Shisui silently accepted—facing soone wanting to save the Uchiha, this was the least likely person to run off with Sharingan.
As ti progressed, the Uchiha compound gradually beca shrouded in death's aura. Hawk faction corpses lay scattered across hallways and rooms while replaced "corpses" of doves and civilians were distributed throughout, creating the illusion of genocide. Every "corpse's" neck bore realistic fatal wounds, blood staining the ground.
Moreover, the system's "Azure Sky White Clouds" reward began taking effect. That extracted chakra—special energy composed of both physical and spiritual energy—provided exactly the spiritual energy support the Stand required.
Only by relying on these massive chakra reserves could such an enormously consumptive operation continue and ultimately succeed.
One hundred people... two hundred people... less than three hundred total—roughly the Uchiha clan's population. After completing most areas' cleanup, they finally reached the final target location—Uchiha Police Force headquarters.
After encountering the long straight black-haired Uchiha Izumi on the way and processing her according to dove and civilian protocols, now the police building stood before them, lights still burning inside.
This was the most difficult place in the entire Uchiha compound—the clan mbers inside were the clan's most elite shinobi.
"Shisui," nma lowered his voice. "We must increase speed next. Against these people, I can only fight quick battles. So before I act, you must imdiately state the target's position—understand?"
Shisui nodded silently, the three-tomoe Sharingan in his left eye slowly rotating. This eye was obtained from a hawk Uchiha—to improve rescue efficiency, he'd replaced it with this Sharingan.
Though such scenes appeared in the original work, nma couldn't help internally complaining that eyes could apparently be swapped like USB drives.
"Then... let's go."
nma raised his hand, hurling a Hiraishin kunai at the Uchiha guard at the entrance. The mont the kunai cut through air, the guard imdiately looked up alertly.
"Who's there?!" The guard quickly drew a kunai from his weapon pouch, preparing to intercept the incoming tool. However, just as he raised his hand, the kunai before his eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a sinister fox mask re inches away.
"Hawk."
Shisui's figure followed imdiately after, Shunshin making him appear ghost-like at the guard's side. Just as the guard's Sharingan manifested three tomoe, the vanished Hiraishin kunai had already pierced deep into his throat.
Two black shadows then charged into the police building. As they burst in, lights inside went out one by one, blood beginning to spread across hallway and lobby floors, gleaming dark red in the darkness.
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"Itachi... what exactly are you trying to do?"
Uchiha Fugaku's low voice echoed along the dim path. He gazed at this daughter who'd once made him incredibly proud, clearly sensing the substantial killing intent radiating from Itachi.
His sense of sll also detected the unnatural bloody scent perating the air—definitely not the amount one or two people could produce.
"This is the necessary process to completely guide the Uchiha clan toward peace." Itachi's voice ca terrifyingly calm. "And on this path, Father, you are my greatest obstacle."
"Slaughter? Why must we go this far? I never imagined I'd cross swords with my own child. Just wait a few more years for Satsuki to grow up, and the Uchiha could return to Konoha's power center..."
"That thinking is too naive, Father." A trace of sorrow flashed in Itachi's eyes. "You can indeed temporarily suppress calls for revolt, but those radicals... can they really wait?"
Before finishing her words, Itachi's eyes suddenly underwent transformation. Three tomoe spun rapidly, twisting until finally condensing into an unprecedented complex pattern—the Mangekyō Sharingan symbolizing the Uchiha clan's supre power.
Fugaku's pupils dilated. Before he could feel shock at this power's awakening, the entire world suddenly spun wildly.
Tsukuyomi activated.
In the blood-red genjutsu space, Fugaku saw Itachi's complete plan—every detail, every consideration, and that cruel decision...
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