Despair

"Hahahahaha—!!!" Genki threw his head back, letting out a mad laugh that shook heaven and earth, his voice filled with the joy of surging power and the desire to destroy everything. "I'm stronger! I've become stronger! Who can stop me now?!"

Below, the Konoha ninja had already completely fallen into despair.

They had personally witnessed Fugaku Uchiha's tragic death, watched Sarutobi Konohamaru be brutally murdered, and seen the Third Hokage incapacitated, losing his ability to resist. Now, they had personally witnessed Itachi Uchiha being forced to kill his own brother, only for his corpse to be crushed into a pulp and his soul devoured.

This series of tragedies struck their psychological defenses repeatedly like heavy hammers, shattering their last hopes.

The dense ninjutsu attacks had long since ceased. Thirty thousand ninja seemed to have had all their strength drained. Some collapsed on the ground, hands covering their heads, crying out in despair.

Others stared blankly at the sky, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Still others were so terrified they lost control of their bowels and bladder, unable to even stand.

Despair spread like a plague through the crowd, suffocating everyone.

Now, only Jiraiya remained as a Kage-level powerhouse in Konoha.

Fukasaku and Shima were severely injured and unable to fight.

Sarutobi Hiruzen was incapacitated, reduced to a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Itachi Uchiha was dead, his soul extinguished.

The other Jonin and Chunin had already suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining ones had completely lost the courage to fight.

Jiraiya stood in place, the Senjutsu Chakra still surging through him, but his face was etched with deep helplessness.

He looked at the frenzied figure in the air, at those terrifying Seven-Magatama Mangekyo Sharingan, at the collapsing ninja below, and a profound sorrow welled up within him.

He had tried every Senjutsu he could think of, but couldn't even break through the opponent's defenses.

Fukasaku and Shima's genjutsu were easily broken, and they were even severely injured in return.

All attacks seemed so pale and powerless before Uchiha Genki, like striking a rock with an egg.

"It's over... Konoha is finished..." a Jonin slumped on the ground, murmuring hoarsely, his eyes filled with despair. "We're no match for him... No one can stop him..."

These words were like a fuse, instantly igniting everyone's negative emotions.

More people began to cry and wail. Some even gave up resisting and fled wildly towards the outskirts of the village, only to be knocked to the ground by the pressure emanating from the Susanoo Armor, leaving them to await death in despair.

Jiraiya clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers.

He was unwilling, yet powerless.

The monster before him had grown to a level beyond the understanding of the ninja world. He alone could not possibly contend with it.

In mid-air, Uchiha Genki's gaze slowly swept over the collapsing Konoha ninja below, his eyes filled with increasing mockery and cruelty.

He controlled the thousand-meter-tall Susanoo Armor and slowly took giant strides, walking towards the center of Konoha once more.

Each step shook the earth violently, as if counting down to Konoha's demise.

The shadow of destruction completely enveloped the entire Konoha village, and not a single ray of hope could be seen.

"Buzz—"

A flash of scarlet pupil light flickered in the night sky. The next second, before the numb eyes of despair, Uchiha Genki, controlling the thousand-meter-tall, pitch-black Susanoo Armor, slowly raised the Eight-Handled Sword that pierced the heavens and earth once more.

The long sword cut through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistle. There was no locked target, no hesitant pause. Pure, frenzied destructive desire drove him to swing this indiscriminate sword of annihilation.

In his eyes, everything blocking his path at this moment was merely an "obstacle"—whether it was ninja desperately resisting, civilians fleeing with their heads in their hands, or crumbling buildings, all should be utterly erased.

Only one roaring obsession remained in his mind: destroy everything!

"Chira—!"

The hundreds of meters long, pitch-black sword blade swept across, like the Grim Reaper's scythe harvesting wheat.

With just a casual strike, dozens, even hundreds, of ninja were cut in half by the sword energy. Blood gushed out like fountains, severed limbs and broken ninja tools flew everywhere, splashing a sticky bloody mud upon landing.

Those who were fortunate enough not to be killed directly were slammed against walls by the shockwave generated by the sword energy, their bones shattering, blood spewing from their mouths, and all signs of life extinguished.

Even more outrageous was that he showed no mercy to the civilians hiding in their homes, who possessed no combat power.

The giant foot of the Susanoo Armor crushed houses like ants. Wooden homes instantly disintegrated, and terrified screams erupted from within, only to be drowned out by the muffled thuds of the giant foot stepping on them. In the end, only a bloody, messy ruin remained.

Time flew by in extreme terror. In less than five minutes, the clan grounds that once carried the glory of the Sarutobi clan were completely destroyed by Uchiha Genki's own hands, under Sarutobi Hiruzen's despairing gaze.

The old Hokage was abandoned in a corner of the ruins. The pain of his severed limbs had long since numbed him. He could only stare with bloodshot, tear-filled eyes as his clansmen fell one by one, as familiar homes were razed to the ground, and as the symbols of his family's legacy were cleaved into dust by the sword energy.

He wanted to roar, to resist, but could only let out a weak whimper. The pain in his heart churned like lava, yet he lacked even the strength to vent it.

Until the last Sarutobi clan member fell in a pool of blood, the entire Sarutobi clan was utterly annihilated, leaving not a trace behind.

However, Uchiha Genki's slaughter did not stop there.

He controlled the Susanoo Armor, turned without hesitation, and strode towards the clan grounds of the Mitokado Clan and Utatane Clan, located next to the Sarutobi clan.

The tremors of his giant feet landing were like the drumbeats of death, approaching these two equally long-standing families step by step.

"No! Stay away from my clansmen!"

"We'll fight! Protect the clan grounds!"

Ninja from the two clans let out desperate roars, using their last ounce of strength to launch ninjutsu. But these attacks landed on the black armor of the Susanoo Armor like a tickle, still futile.

Countless tragic screams echoed through the night sky, the roars of men, the cries of women, and the screams of children intermingling to form a mournful dirge of despair.

Tens of thousands of ninja launched attacks like a tidal wave, yet they couldn't even slow down the Susanoo Armor's advance.