The large windmill pattern unique to the Mangekyō Sharingan instantly appeared in Souta Kazuki's eyes.
Shimura Danzo was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene!
"How is it possible?! How can you, a brat, have the Mangekyō Sharingan?! This is impossible! This must be a genjutsu!!! Who the hell cast the genjutsu?!"
Danzo's heart pounded in disbelief. His mind refused to accept what was happening in front of him. Souta Kazuki, a boy with no known Uchiha blood, was standing before him with the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan! His instinct screamed that it was an illusion. Clenching his teeth, Danzo shut one of his eyes tightly before ripping off the blindfold covering the other.
"Sharingan! Genjutsu! Release!!!"
But when Danzo opened his eyes, nothing had changed. Souta was still there, the intricate pattern of his Mangekyō glaring at him like an omen of doom. The resurrected legends of Konoha still stood around him, their presence an undeniable reality.
This was no illusion.
This was all real.
"Impossible..." Danzo murmured, his voice trembling with something he hadn't felt in years—fear.
Because it was Sarutobi Hiruzen's funeral, almost every respectable ninja in Konoha had gathered at the scene. The tension in the air was suffocating. The day had already been filled with shock after shock.
First, Orochimaru had attacked Konoha with a mysterious force. Then, the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, had died in battle. Elder Danzo had made his move to claim the title of the Fifth Hokage.
But before that could happen, Sarutobi Hiruzen had suddenly resurrected.
Not only that, but he had returned in his prime, no longer the aged man he had been before his death.
Then, the impossible continued.
The legends of Konoha—Senju Hashirama, Senju Tobirama, Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Kushina, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Fugaku, Hatake Sakumo—had all appeared before them, seemingly plucked from history itself.
As if that weren't enough, Danzo had revealed a hidden Mangekyō Sharingan.
And now, Souta Kazuki had revealed two.
The collective minds of the Konoha shinobi were cracking under the weight of these absurd events.
One ninja muttered under his breath, "Isn't the Sharingan supposed to be unique to the Uchiha clan?"
Another one, standing nearby, swallowed nervously. "How does Elder Danzo have one... and why does that boy, Souta Kazuki, have two?"
"Wait… if this continues, will Sharingan eyes start popping up everywhere?!" someone whispered in disbelief. "What if someone wakes up tomorrow with a Sharingan in their belly button?! Or—"
"Shut up!" another ninja hissed, smacking the first one upside the head. "This is serious!"
But the madness didn't stop there.
In the crowd, some of the older shinobi were the first to recognize the resurrected figures. Their reactions varied from awe to terror.
A younger ninja gasped, pointing at the blond-haired man with piercing blue eyes. "Hey! Did I see that right?! That's our Fourth Hokage!"
"That's right! It's Minato-sama! And next to him—"
"It's Uzumaki Kushina! That means—!"
Their eyes darted toward the young blond boy standing beside them. Naruto Uzumaki.
A terrible realization struck them all at once.
"Damn it!! Is Naruto Uzumaki the orphan of the Fourth Hokage?!"
"That demon fox boy... is the son of the Fourth Hokage...?"
A horrifying silence fell over the shinobi as guilt settled in their hearts.
For years, they had mistreated, scorned, and ostracized him. They had called him a monster, a curse upon the village.
And all this time... he had been the son of the hero who had given his life to protect them.
"Damn it..." one ninja whispered, his voice thick with regret. "What have we done...?"
Another clenched his fists. "What the hell were the Third Hokage and the Elders thinking?! Why was this hidden from us?!"
"Damn it!!!" Someone fell to their knees, slamming their fists into the ground. "The Fourth Hokage… Minato-sama… I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what we did to your son!!!"
While the revelation about Naruto was shaking Konoha to its core, others had turned their attention to the most dangerous presence among the resurrected legends.
Uchiha Madara.
A shinobi, one of the oldest in the crowd, nearly collapsed in fear. His voice trembled as he stammered, "Th-That man... standing beside the First Hokage... It's impossible... B-But there's no mistaking it!"
The younger shinobi turned to him. "Who?! Who is he?!"
The elder's voice was barely above a whisper.
"That… is the legendary Uchiha Madara... the Shura of the Shinobi World."
A chilling silence fell over them.
Then someone muttered in terror, "Oh my god... what the hell is going on?!"
Amidst the chaos, one particular family was frozen in shock—Haruto Kazuki and his father, Raiga Kazuki.
Haruto's eyes darted to his son, Souta, standing at the center of it all, his Mangekyō Sharingan blazing with power.
He turned to his father, Raiga, his voice filled with disbelief. "Dad… when did our family ever have Uchiha blood?!"
Raiga shook his head, his jaw clenched. "Never. It's impossible. But… Souta… what the hell have you done?"
The Kazuki clan was small, nothing compared to the powerhouse families of Konoha. They had two active jōnin—Haruto and Raiga himself. But now, their family stood at the center of an event that would shake the entire shinobi world.
Could they even withstand the storm that was about to descend upon them?
Haruto gritted his teeth, his expression hardening.
No matter what, Souta was his son. And as his father, he would stand by him.
Raiga, his grandfather, felt the same.
With fierce determination, he raised his arm and bellowed, "Kazuki Clan!!! Protect the young patriarch!!!"
His voice echoed through the battlefield, cutting through the chaos like a blade.