The sand monster Shukaku, which should have emerged to wreak havoc, actually collapsed for no apparent reason?!
Baki, Temari, and Kankuro watched the sand fall away before them in terror, filled with fear of the unknown.
What was going on?!
Temari and Kankuro looked at Jinghuo Uchiha, their limbs going weak and their whole bodies turning cold.
What exactly was this person?!
Even monster-like Gaara was no match for him!
So easily... so easily...
Their eyes held nothing but endless fear.
Beside them, Baki stared at Jinghuo Uchiha as well, and a rumor about the Uchiha Clan suddenly surfaced uncontrollably in his terrified mind—"The Sharingan possesses the power to control Tailed Beasts."
He was not the only one who remembered it. Ōnoki, Orochimaru, and the others recalled it as well.
The difference was that Ōnoki's expression had turned grave and gloomy.
Jinchūriki were important weapons for villages, military forces essential to any great nation.
Yet now, that indispensable military force was completely unable to fight back before Jinghuo Uchiha!
He absolutely cannot be allowed to live! It would be best if the entire Uchiha Clan were wiped out! The thought echoed madly through his mind again and again, impossible to suppress.
Orochimaru and Sasori, meanwhile, grew even more excited.
The Mangekyo was even more powerful than they had imagined!
Someone like that would make an excellent experimental subject—or puppet!
For some reason, Momochi Zabuza suddenly recalled the blood-red figure from the Third Shinobi World War. Terror gripped his heart, his hairs stood on end, and his entire body turned ice-cold.
The ambition in his heart instantly withdrew, leaving only unease twisting around it.
His expression was terrifyingly grim.
Deidara stared blankly into Jinghuo Uchiha's eyes, his pupils trembling slightly.
"So beautiful..."
"So this is... art?"
This was the first