With the deaths of numerous Anbu ninjas, news of an ambush on the Uchiha clan spread rapidly beyond the barrier.
"I never knew the Uchiha were this powerful!"
Danzo scoffed coldly upon hearing the report. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of pine as fallen leaves rustled beneath unseen footsteps.
He turned to the Anbu beside him, his voice sharp and commanding. "Go inform Hiruzen that Uchiha Itachi has betrayed us. Tell him to summon all Chunin and above—we're annihilating the Uchiha clan tonight."
"Understood!"
Without hesitation, the Anbu disappeared into the darkness.
Danzo raised his hand, signaling his elite Root forces. "Move out!"
With swift, practiced movements, they slipped through the barrier, vanishing into the night.
Just as they entered, a deafening roar shattered the silence. The ground trembled violently, sending ripples through the air as an overwhelming force descended upon them.
Danzo abruptly halted, eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon. His instincts screamed danger.
Then he saw it.
A colossal skeleton rose from the earth, its bony frame crackling with raw energy. In mere moments, sinew and muscle wrapped around it, forming an enormous, monstrous entity that loomed over the battlefield, its presence engulfing nearly a hundred meters in every direction.
A chill ran down Danzo's spine.
"What the hell is that?!"
The sheer power radiating from the entity sent an uneasy shiver through even the most hardened Root ninjas. Danzo clenched his fists, his pulse quickening. He hesitated—just for a moment—considering whether to wait for the Third Hokage. But then, his gaze flickered to his right arm, where six Sharingan eyes lay dormant beneath the bandages.
He smirked.
"Advance!"
With a sharp battle cry, the Root operatives surged forward, their blades flashing under the moonlight as they rushed toward the monstrous giant.
Far from the battlefield, Obito landed heavily on the ground, gasping for breath. His once-imposing presence had crumbled, replaced by an unmistakable look of horror.
His black robe was torn, revealing deep gashes and bruises beneath. His mask—shattered—lay in pieces at his feet. The distinct glow of his Sharingan eyes flickered in the darkness—one radiating an eerie white light, the other burning crimson.
Panting, Obito steadied himself, his gaze locked on Kaito. Fear, disbelief, and calculation warred in his expression as the moonlight cast jagged shadows across the battlefield.
The night had become a nightmare.