Mad Uchiha Shisui

Uchiha Shisui stood frozen after hearing Uchiha Kazuto's words.

"You lot, drag this deadbeat out of here. What a fool."

Uchiha Kazuto looked at Shisui's state, shook his head, and waved his hand. He no longer wanted to see this idiot lingering here.

"Yes, Lord Hokage!"

Soon, several members of the Military Police Force dragged Uchiha Shisui out of the Hokage's Office.

Thud!

"Get lost, you fool!"

Uchiha Shisui was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

"How could this be..."

Uchiha Shisui lay on the ground, his face dazed. Yes, at this moment, he finally realized it—everything was already settled. His beloved Lord Hokage, the great Hiruzen Sarutobi, was dead!

It was all over.

As for the conflict between the village and the clan, when Hiruzen Sarutobi died, there was no sign of any such conflict. In fact, not even a single person came out to save Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Throughout the entire Konoha, aside from a few individuals, the vast majority harbored a deep hatred for Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Uchiha Shisui stood up in a daze, wandering through the village. After circling around, he was horrified to discover that everyone in the village was cursing his great Lord Hokage. Moreover, he heard all kinds of truths.

He had heard these truths before, but he hadn't believed them. Now, in his stupor, he suddenly felt that these truths actually made sense.

Could it be that he had wronged Uchiha Kazuto again, and that Hiruzen Sarutobi really was the problem?

"Ah! I can't tell, I can't tell anymore!"

Uchiha Shisui fell to his knees, clutching his head, wailing in utter collapse. He could no longer distinguish anything at all.

When people saw Uchiha Shisui again, he had completely lost his mind. In the end, he was sent to Konoha's hospital and never came out.

Somewhere in the Land of Fire.

Jiraiya crouched beside a bathhouse, peeping at women bathing.

But the next moment, an overwhelming wave of grief surged in his heart, and he burst into loud sobs. At the same time, a stabbing pain spread through his body, and his entire being began to ache.

"Waaah... Ah!!!"

The next moment, this hero of the Ninja World could no longer hold back. He wept loudly, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

His voice immediately drew the attention of those around him.

"Ah! Pervert!!!"

The next moment, screams rang out.

Jiraiya, still sobbing, was chased away by the women.

But after leaving that place, he continued to weep, cry, and wail uncontrollably.

"No, what is happening to me? Why am I crying? I'm not sad at all! And my body—why does it feel like it's stinging all over? Did someone cast some Ninjutsu on me? Waaah... waaah..."

Jiraiya wept as he examined his body, but found nothing. He couldn't understand what was wrong with him at all.

He tried to hold it in, but it was useless. This wasn't something he chose to do; it couldn't be solved by so-called endurance. It was like an ordinary person trying to withstand the crushing force of a thousand-ton hydraulic press—utterly impossible.

A sense of dread began to rise in his heart.

Jiraiya started using various methods to solve the problem, but no matter what Ninjutsu he released, it was all useless. He kept crying, crying wildly.

It was futile. All his struggles were futile. This was punishment—punishment for peeping at women with whom he had no familial relation. Although Jiraiya had never been in Konoha, he was still a Konoha ninja.

Once Uchiha Kazuto established the laws, as a Konoha ninja, Jiraiya would naturally be affected. Unless, like Orochimaru, he had defected before Uchiha Kazuto became Hokage—then he wouldn't be considered a Konoha ninja and wouldn't be affected.

Otherwise, even if he defected after Uchiha Kazuto became Hokage, he couldn't escape the law's binding. Instead, he would become a rogue ninja and face other punishments, unless Uchiha Kazuto personally expelled him.

Uchiha Kazuto's legal mechanism didn't depend on range, but on affiliation. It was a vague yet precise judgment, with no distance limit.

At this moment, Jiraiya didn't know that his teacher had already been beheaded, and Konoha had a new Hokage.

If he didn't return to the village to accept his punishment, he would probably cry himself to death here.

People can die from crying.

"Waaah... No... I... waaah... have to... waaah... go find the Toad Sage..."

Jiraiya sobbed loudly, immediately forming hand seals and using the Reverse Summoning Technique to enter Mount Myōboku.

"The teacher is dead?"

In a laboratory somewhere in the Ninja World, Orochimaru looked at the intelligence in his hand, a bizarre expression twisting his face.

What did it mean that Hiruzen Sarutobi's secret of killing the Second Hokage to become the Third Hokage had been exposed, and he had been beheaded?

For a moment, even Orochimaru had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"No, sensei... how could he be that kind of person?"

Orochimaru shook his head. He knew his teacher. Though old and muddled, he could never be someone who killed his own master.

"Uchiha Kazuto..."

Orochimaru stared at this completely unfamiliar name. At a glance, it belonged to the Uchiha Clan. But this person, this name—he had never once heard of such a talent existing in Konoha during his time there.

He read through the information on Uchiha Kazuto. The more he read, the graver his expression became.

If his teacher hadn't had his head personally severed by Uchiha Kazuto, if he didn't know Hiruzen Sarutobi, looking at this information, he would almost believe that Uchiha Kazuto was a great loyalist utterly devoted to Hiruzen Sarutobi.

Yet precisely because he knew Hiruzen Sarutobi, precisely because Hiruzen Sarutobi's head had already been cut off, he felt a chill. Scheming—from beginning to end, Hiruzen Sarutobi had been schemed against by Uchiha Kazuto.

All of it was for one purpose: to sever Hiruzen Sarutobi's head. In front of everyone, amid their cheers, to cut off Hiruzen Sarutobi's head and complete the coup in utter silence.

"Uchiha Kazuto... what a terrifying man."

Orochimaru set down the documents in his hand and spoke. He felt sorrow for Hiruzen Sarutobi, but then he thought—if it were him, how would he have fared?