The Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre Finally Arrives

"Whew, I finally believe this little brat is from the Uchiha clan..."

Hearing the Clan Head's voice, the clan elder chuckled.

He forced a sliver of an eye open from his deeply wrinkled face and said, "Indeed, aside from those lunatics in the Uchiha clan, who else would cackle like that at such a young age?"

There was a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

It was the memory of him running with Uchiha youths under the setting sun.

His lost youth, too.

After staring for a long time, he murmured, "Somehow, I seem to see that one's shadow in this child."

Thump.

Hiashi's heart skipped a beat at those words.

The Uchiha clansman that this elder would refer to as "that one."

In his memory, there was only one—Uchiha Madara!

Gulp.

He swallowed hard, finding it hard to believe and somewhat absurd. "Clan Elder, surely not?"

"That one was a founder of the Leaf alongside the God of Shinobi. This kid's got some skill, but..."

Hearing this, the elder smiled.

He turned and shuffled slowly into the house.

His walking stick tapped against the floor, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

Making a crisp tap-tap-tap sound.

Only when he neared the bedroom did he say faintly, "That child's Dojutsu isn't just Three Tomoe, you know."

With that, swish, he slid the wooden door shut.

Leaving Hiashi alone, standing at the entrance.

His mind felt as if a giant hammer crackling with lightning had struck it hard.

Completely blank.

It was a long while before he came back to his senses, as the youths in the yard gradually dispersed.

His gaze drifted hazily to his eldest daughter.

"Um, Hinata."

Hinata: "Mm..."

"Do you like Uchiha Jin?"

Hinata: "Ah... no... I... I..."

"It's alright. Father knows you've been thinking about that child ever since he saved you that day, right?"

Hinata: "I..."

"Actually, Father likes that kid quite a bit too."

Hinata: ?

Was she about to get a rival?

[Defeated Hyuga Neji. Attempting to copy traits.]

[Currently copyable traits: Guardian (Black), Byakugan (Purple), Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms (Green), Gentle Fist (Green), Complete Compendium of Human Meridians and Acupoints (White)...]

[Copy successful. Congratulations, host has obtained Legendary Trait: Byakugan (Purple).]

[Stackable. Stack Byakugan (Purple)?]

Without a second thought, he said directly, "Stack."

[Stacking in progress. Byakugan (Purple) is being enhanced.]

In the depths of his being, Jin felt his eyes undergo another change.

He instinctively activated the Byakugan trait.

His field of vision began to expand.

Slowly, the range covered by the Byakugan increased.

If it had originally been about a hundred meters in radius, now it had grown to at least a hundred and fifty meters!

Within that range, every rustle of grass and movement of wind was laid bare before his eyes!

He could clearly see the flow of energy around every passerby.

He could even spot blocked meridians and bone spurs!

"Damn, with eyes like these, if I became a masseur, wouldn't I be the number one masseur in the Leaf?"

"Kakashi's reputation probably won't survive this."

Jin clicked his tongue, his steps growing lighter.

"And if I remember right, one of the ways to awaken the Tenseigan is to keep plundering Byakugan, isn't it?"

He reached up and touched his slightly burning eye socket, a thought slowly rising in his mind.

When there was no hope, he'd dismissed the Tenseigan as worthless.

But now there seemed to be a chance...

Then—how sweet it was!

Like that saying goes?

If I won ten million, I'd donate it all!

But ask me to donate a hundred bucks? Sorry, that I actually have.

His resolve hardened—the Hyuga Clan's leeks had to be carefully protected!

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

His shoes struck the stone path, making faint sounds.

At the center of the village, Jin looked up slightly and glanced around.

Tonight's nightfall seemed to come unusually early.

The usually lively Konoha streets at this hour were now completely empty.

Only a few occasional figures hurried away.

Trouble brews before the storm.

Didn't they say three days later?

Why make a move on the very first day!

Old geezer, really no martial honor.

He shook his head and gradually headed toward the village edge.

Shwoosh!

"Halt."

But just after he'd walked a short distance, an Anbu ninja wearing an Oil Paint Mask suddenly appeared before him.

"Huh? It's you, Uncle Cat Two."

Jin looked at the man in surprise.

Though Anbu masks looked similar, their builds and hairstyles were completely different.

And this Anbu before him was the one sent to monitor him for the second, twelfth, nineteenth, twenty-seventh, thirty-first, forty-eighth, and sixty-ninth times.

In ancient times, there was Zhao Zilong charging in and out seven times.

Today, there was Cat Two Anbu monitoring and fleeing seven times.

Seven times monitoring, seven times fleeing in collapse, and seven times being coaxed back by the Third Hokage old geezer.

"Ahem..."

Meeting Jin's gaze, Cat Two felt a bit awkward.

He even instinctively wanted to turn and leave.

But thinking of his mission and what was about to happen, he suppressed the weirdness and said softly:

"Jin, don't go any further. Stay in Konoha tonight."

"So, the Third Hokage still gave Itachi face." Jin shook his head. "But I still have to go back."

With that, he reached out and shoved Cat Two Anbu aside, stepping toward the clan compound.

Leaving Cat Two Anbu frozen in place behind him.

Behind the mask, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"How! How does he know about the Third Hokage's negotiation with Itachi?"

"No! That's wrong, he's just a chatterbox, he shouldn't know this..."

"Could it be... the Hyuga Clan?"

Looking at the direction Jin had come from, Cat Two's eyes showed shocking suspicion.

After a few seconds of deliberation, he gritted his teeth and turned back toward Konoha Headquarters.

He had to tell the Lord Shadow—the Hyuga Clan was very likely betraying the village!

The clouds in the night sky grew thicker and thicker.

The night was almost too thick, cloying.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

Jin kept walking without pause.

Thud.

A sudden old man appeared before him.

His hair was gray, and a black pot was strapped to his back.

At his waist hung a genin forehead protector.

He raised a hand and waved it, blocking the way. "Kid, how about we—have a little chat?"

"Maruboshi Kosuke?"

That outfit instantly made Jin think of one person.

The one jokingly called the strongest genin of Leaf alongside Naruto and Sasuke!

"You actually know me?" The old man was clearly surprised.

He usually guarded the Village Entrance or did simple missions. Though he'd seen Jin a few times, they'd never crossed paths.

Today, he couldn't bear to watch Jin walk into a whirlpool, so he broke his silence to warn him.

"Of course."

Jin smiled, lifting his head to scan the clan compound. It was serene and flawless, but a flock of pitch-black crows circled above.

Itachi had already arrived.

Making a move in three days?

Just a feint.

The real—

He paused, then continued, "As for chatting, maybe another time."

With that, he raised his hand.

A light, airy palm strike—but as it descended, it burst into blinding white light!

Eight Trigrams Air Cannon!