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In the dense mist, Yashiro breathed heavily, gripping his sword tightly as his crimson Sharingan darted around, searching for any sign of the Hidden Mist ninja.
For some reason, the mist had thickened significantly, making it even harder to see. The corners of his vision were dimming.
Yashiro quickly cut a small wound at the corner of his eye, allowing the pooled blood to flow out. This was an injury from his continuous battle with the White Oni, nearly getting his head sliced open.
The intense fight against the White Oni and the Mist ninja was taking its toll on Yashiro. As time passed, his hope of victory was fading.
One person alone couldn't defeat a group, especially when one of them was a skilled Jonin.
"Was I overestimating myself?" Yashiro thought, grimacing. Despite his significant increase in strength compared to before, it was still not enough.
Suddenly, he heard a gust of wind behind him.
Yashiro quickly turned, blocking with his sword.
"Clang!"
He parried a blade that had emerged from the mist. The White Oni's figure flickered in and out of sight as a torrent of water formed into swords, attacking Yashiro from all directions.
"Iwa no Kokyū!" (Breath of Rock)
"San no Kata: Gankū no Hada!" (Third Form: Rock Hide)
Chains of stone formed around Yashiro, blocking the incoming water blades. He quickly used Soru (Shave) to move away from his previous position.
The sound of clashing blades echoed as Yashiro moved.
"I'm not very good at the Rokushiki techniques," Yashiro muttered, glancing at his leg, now marked with a fresh wound.
"As expected from the Hidden Mist assassination squad," Yashiro sighed. If this dragged on, he was bound to lose. The only reason he could still fight was due to the substantial chakra reserves accumulated through the Basic Inner Technique.
"Are you still going to resist?" the White Oni's voice echoed from the mist.
"How much longer can you last?"
Yashiro remained silent, tightening his grip on his sword.
"I can keep fighting you all for an entire day!"
His chakra reserves gave him the stamina for a prolonged battle.
The White Oni's voice sighed through the mist, tinged with impatience.
"Go all out—kill him!"
The echoes of the order reverberated through the fog.
"Are you kidding me?" Yashiro's face changed. He had been fighting with everything he had, and now he was being told they hadn't even been using their full strength?
Just then, the situation took a sudden turn.
A powerful wind swept through the area, scattering the mist as if it were nothing.
"What just happened!?"
The White Oni, now visible, looked grim as all the Hidden Mist ninja were forced into the open.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the source of the sudden change.
A massive, glowing yellow skeletal figure appeared before them, half of it towering above the ground.
"What… is that!?" one of the Mist ninja exclaimed in terror.
Yashiro, too, was stunned as he gazed at the giant half-skeletal figure and the person encased within it—Fugaku.
The Basic Inner Technique had enhanced Yashiro's vision, allowing him to clearly see the transformation in Fugaku's Sharingan, a form he had never seen before. Tears of blood streamed from the corners of Fugaku's eyes.
Fragments of memories flashed through Yashiro's mind, recalling an ancient record in the clan's secret texts.
Yashiro muttered, "The ultimate power of the Uchiha clan…"
"Mangekyō Sharingan!"
The towering yellow Susanoo gripped a massive sword in its hand, sweeping it horizontally at the Hidden Mist ninja. The yellow blade cut through the air, carrying a fierce wind that wrapped around its devastating slash.
Everything in its path, all the Mist ninja, was obliterated, even leaving a massive gash in the canyon.
"That power… that's not something any ordinary ninja could ever possess!!!" The White Oni's voice grew shrill with terror, his face contorted in fear. Without a second thought, he turned to flee.
But could he escape?
The skeletal giant leaped high into the air, and despite its massive size, its sword swung with blinding speed.
Countless slashes rained down like artillery shells, bombarding the Mist ninja on the ground with relentless force. Yashiro saw the White Oni, who had nearly escaped the canyon, get caught by one of the strikes and was instantly shattered into pieces.
In the entire canyon, only the spot where Yashiro stood remained untouched, clearly spared intentionally by the user.
Yashiro couldn't find the words to describe his feelings. The towering figure, the agile movements, the overwhelming power of destruction…
"This is the true strength of the Uchiha clan," he thought, witnessing the death of countless Mist ninja as the air filled with the scent of blood, spreading throughout the canyon.
Yashiro finally understood the immense power that had once allowed the Uchiha to dominate the ninja world.
A half-formed Gundam.
Susanoo!!!
Under the onslaught of Susanoo, not a single Mist ninja could escape. They were all reduced to dust by Fugaku's power.
As Susanoo began to fade, Fugaku nearly collapsed, his legs giving way.
Fortunately, Yashiro was there in time to catch him.
"Fugaku, what was that?"
Yashiro couldn't help but ask. That power… it was the same power that had allowed the Uchiha to rule during the Warring States Period. No Uchiha could remain indifferent to witnessing such a force.
"The Mangekyō Sharingan," Fugaku confirmed Yashiro's suspicions.
Yashiro was overwhelmed with joy. With this kind of power, even becoming Hokage was within reach.
Fugaku, however, clutched his eye, the searing pain in his eye doing little to numb the pain in his heart.
That power had come at the cost of Shin's life.
Was it really worth it to gain such strength by sacrificing his friend?
Fugaku was filled with deep doubt.
"Yashiro," Fugaku said, his face serious. "Don't tell anyone about my Mangekyō Sharingan."
"What!?"
Yashiro was puzzled. Shouldn't this power be used to intimidate Konoha and pave the way for Fugaku to become Hokage?
"The clan can't handle too much upheaval," Fugaku sighed. One Uchiha Jin was enough for the clan. Besides, he truly despised this power.
"I will follow your will," Yashiro replied, though his heart held different thoughts. Fugaku was the future hope of the Uchiha, so he would obey.
Fugaku looked at Yashiro's earnest expression and nodded.
"Where's Shin?"
It was only then that Yashiro realized that someone was missing.
Fugaku's expression darkened.
Yashiro understood, falling into silence.
He recalled the words in that old book: "If Shin knew that his death brought you this power, he would be happy."
Yashiro tried to console him.
Fugaku glanced at him, but a cold shiver ran through his heart.
Was power gained at the cost of a comrade's life really worth it?
Meanwhile, back at Konoha's outpost in the Land of Hot Water…
Sarutobi frowned as he reviewed the massive influx of intelligence reports.
"A large number of Mist ninja have entered the Land of Hot Water."
"The Hidden Mist Village has established an outpost in the Land of Hot Water."
"Konoha ninjas have been completely wiped out by Mist ninja ambushes."
The Konoha forces in the Land of Hot Water had suffered heavy losses, causing their intelligence network in the region to collapse completely. Several outposts had already been destroyed by Mist ninjas.
The implications were all too clear.
"The Hidden Mist Village has declared war!!" Sarutobi To's face turned grim. (I always forget this NCPs names)
(End of Chapter)