Afterward
In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was empty. It was finally over.
"Mm. Your family's affairs have been dealt with. Make sure you help the Uchiha Clan thrive from now on, or I'll call Uchiha Chirori over to set you straight."
Torifu said with a hint of threat.
Fugaku nodded repeatedly. "I understand! I'll do everything I can to help the Uchiha Clan thrive and restore our family's glory!"
As if he could say anything else. Nearly three hundred people had died before his eyes in an instant, and Fugaku knew that three hundred was nowhere near the limit of Torifu's power.
He finally understood what it meant to be strong—and what a shinobi at the Six Paths Level was capable of!
Faced with true power, no Kekkei Genkai or Kekkei Tōta could make up for the difference in strength.
"Got anything else you need my help with, kid? Otherwise, I'm heading back to bed."
It was already eight or nine at night, well past Torifu's bedtime.
"That's all! Please, go get some rest, Lord Torifu. I'll take care of everything from here."
Torifu acknowledged him, then vanished in a wisp of smoke.
Once Torifu was gone, Fugaku slumped to the ground and gasped for breath.
The pressure of what he'd just witnessed had been overwhelming. He needed a moment to recover.
"Father, what's wrong?"
Itachi, who had been watching from hiding, hurried over and hugged Fugaku.
Fugaku rubbed Itachi's head. "It's all right. Lord Torifu just scared me a little."
Fugaku didn't try to act tough in front of his son. Itachi would see through a lie like that in an instant.
"Honestly, Lord Torifu scared me too. You said that was only one of his clones, Father. How could even his clone be so powerful?"