"Starting tomorrow, there will be no ninjas left in the Shinobi World besides the Uchiha Clan." He raised his eyes, his gaze passing briefly over Izuna's tense profile. His tone left no room for discussion; it was a command that could not be questioned.
"You don't need to do anything or concern yourself with anything. Just stay here obediently, guard the Uchiha Clan Compound, and lead the remaining clan members."
He paused. Perhaps he thought Izuna was being overly wary, because he added, his tone growing even colder, "Everything else has nothing to do with you."
As he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes slightly and brushed his fingertips over the faint chakra patterns on his hem. He spoke casually. "As for all those so-called threats you're worried about—
"The Senju in Konoha, the remnants of other ninja villages, and the scum coveting the Uchiha bloodline—after tonight, none of them will exist. No one will be qualified to threaten your Uchiha Clan in the slightest."
His words fell calmly. There was no earth-shaking declaration or hysterical shouting, yet they chilled the blood more than any threat could.
Uchiha Genki didn't look at Izuna again. It was as if the Uchiha who had just come back to life was no more than an insignificant piece in his plan. He turned and headed for the exit of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
His stride was unhurried and steady. A faint, suffocating pressure surrounded him, and each step seemed to land right on everyone's heart.
The air itself grew heavy. Indra followed close behind. His expressionless face gave nothing away, but a trace of excitement and indifference flickered in his eyes—
Clearing out those antlike ninjas was nothing more than a trivial diversion to him. It was also a defense of the Uchiha Clan