The three-tomoe Sharingan spun violently as Uchiha Kiyo's eyes bled crimson tears.
He was consumed by madness. The deaths of his comrades from Team Three had pushed him over the edge, the pain and fury coalescing into one overwhelming force. The sheer emotional shock had forcibly awakened his fully matured Sharingan.
Suppression?
Suppress what?
There was only one thought left in Uchiha Kiyo's mind—annihilation.
Anyone responsible for this massacre, anyone involved in today's events, would die.
Never underestimate what a vengeful Uchiha is capable of.
Kiyo's thirst for blood surged to an unprecedented level, but paradoxically, the stronger his bloodlust became, the clearer his mind was. He was now in a state of heightened battle awareness, his three-tomoe Sharingan analyzing every movement, every threat, and every possible outcome with ruthless efficiency.
Without hesitation, Kiyo flung over a dozen kunai in a single instant while seamlessly weaving hand seals—Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu (Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique)!
A roaring inferno in the shape of a dragon erupted from his mouth, surging forward with a wrathful bellow, its heat distorting the very air. The flames hungrily consumed the Root operatives in their path, leaving nothing but ashes and charred remains.
The long-standing belief that Fire Release couldn't kill was nothing more than an ignorant joke. When wielded with precision and malice, fire could erase even a Tokubetsu Jōnin in seconds. The sheer intensity of Kiyo's flames, combined with the concussive force of the explosion, had reduced his enemies to cinders.
As the scent of burning flesh filled the air, Kiyo's gaze locked onto the remaining adversaries.
When he arrived, Nawaki Senju had been battling four ninja.
Now, more figures had appeared on the battlefield.
Among them was a middle-aged man wearing a Konoha forehead protector, his robes embroidered with the Senju clan emblem. His expression was a storm of fury and regret.
This was a Senju guardian, one of those secretly assigned to protect Nawaki Senju from the shadows. Until now, he had refrained from interfering, believing that the young heir needed real battle experience. That was the will of the clan—so long as Nawaki's life wasn't in danger, interference was forbidden.
Who could have predicted that the battle would take such a catastrophic turn?
One misstep—a single miscalculation—had led to Nawaki stepping on an explosive tag trap.
Alongside the Senju guardian, several other warriors wearing Senju family attire appeared. They lacked standard shinobi forehead protectors, marking them as private warriors of the clan.
Kiyo barely spared them a glance.
His Sharingan locked onto the three remaining enemy shinobi.
They reeked of bloodlust and insanity, their scratched-out forehead protectors identifying them as rogue ninja from Kirigakure.
With a flicker, Kiyo vanished.
In the next instant, he reappeared before one of the Mist rebels, his kunai slashing out like lightning.
This wasn't a standard Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique). No, Kiyo had no substitutes, no tricks here. This was raw Taijutsu and Ninjutsu synchronization, using chakra control to propel his movements beyond human limits.
The Mist ninja's instincts screamed at him, and he tried to leap backward—but it was too late.
Schlkk!
The kunai cut deep across his throat. His eyes widened in disbelief as he gurgled, collapsing in a pool of his own blood.
Kiyo didn't even pause.
His crimson gaze flickered toward the next target, and his mind executed the plan in an instant.
Transformation Technique—Kunai Extension.
Kiyo had devised this strategy long ago but had never tested it in real combat—until now.
His seemingly standard 20 cm kunai was actually half a meter long, its illusionary disguise making it indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Usually, an opponent might notice the discrepancy, but in high-speed combat, there was no time to process it.
The two remaining Mist ninja instinctively huddled together, realizing the dire nature of their predicament.
Their gazes flickered toward the Senju guardian, who radiated the unmistakable power of a Jōnin.
They had walked into a trap.
Panic flared in their eyes.
Even hardened Kirigakure assassins, who had lived their lives steeped in murder and bloodshed, felt a rare chill of fear.
Death had come for them.
Even knowing they couldn't escape, the two rogues braced themselves, prepared to fight for their survival.
But Kiyo was faster.
A dark blur streaked toward them.
In just two seconds, Kiyo crossed 100 meters, closing the distance like a phantom.
With flawless precision, he wove between their defensive stances.
Kunai flashed. Wounds multiplied.
Kiyo wielded his blade with mechanical efficiency, slicing into tendons, arteries, and vital points with surgical precision.
His right hand wielded kunai. His left hand formed seals.
His Sharingan caught the split-second opening—one of the Mist rebels hesitated.
That was all it took.
Genjutsu: Sharingan!
Caught in the illusion, the rogue's body locked up for a crucial moment—
Shlkkk!
A jagged Doton (Earth Release) spike erupted from Kiyo's left palm, impaling the target through the chest.
The second rebel tried to retaliate—but the moment had already passed.
As Kiyo spun, his right leg snapped out—Kunai strike!
The rogue barely had time to register the attack before steel carved deep into his torso.
"Doton: Doryūsō (Earth Release: Earth Spike Technique)."
A field of jagged spikes exploded from the ground, surrounding the final rebel.
Kunai rained down like a death sentence.
The last Kirigakure rogue ninja perished instantly.
The battlefield fell silent.
Kiyo turned, his breath slow and even.
His gaze fell upon Nawaki Senju's ruined body, still smoldering from the explosion.
A fresh wave of murderous intent surged through him.
His rage shifted focus—Danzo.
This was his doing.
Yet, Kiyo clenched his fists, forcing himself to suppress the impulse for immediate revenge.
Danzo Shimura was a monster of power and influence.
Killing him would not be something achieved in a single day.
This was a war—one that required patience, planning, and calculated ruthlessness.
One thing was certain.
Because of Kiyo's intervention, Danzo's subordinates never got the chance to harvest Nawaki's organs.
Was that part of his scheme?
After all, Nawaki was the grandson of the First Hokage. His body was genetically ideal for Hashirama Cell experiments.
Had Danzo begun experimenting with Hashirama's DNA even earlier than expected?
Was this the beginning of the darkness that would eventually corrupt Orochimaru?
At this moment, Uchiha Kiyo's thoughts raced.
Danzo's true motives were coming into focus.
The fight may have ended, but the war was just beginning.
Suddenly—
A familiar sibilant voice broke through the silence.
"Kiyo…"
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