The Extermination Begins

"Are the higher-ups in Konoha idiots? There is a powerhouse of unknown identity and allegiance within the Land of Fire, and they are actually thinking about internal strife? They are truly stupider than me!"

Zetsu, who looked like a pitcher plant, stood on the mountain behind the Hyuga compound, looking at the forest destroyed by the Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack. White Zetsu let out a sigh of unclear meaning, as if he felt the Konoha higher-ups were like a bunch of fools with no discernment at all.

Black Zetsu remained silent for a long time, as if thinking about something, before finally answering White Zetsu: "No, Konoha is not stupid. The Uchiha are currently an unstable explosive tag. Instead of being terrified and wary of them, it is better to detonate them directly, then consolidate all of Konoha's power to be on full alert against the mysterious person who might be detrimental to Konoha."

"Of course, they can also use the Uchiha clan's extermination to strengthen the cohesion of Konoha's ninjas and achieve unity from top to bottom."

Black Zetsu's thoughts were filled with pure malice. It did not understand the minds of the Konoha higher-ups; it was simply pointing out the benefits that would inevitably come from slaughtering the Uchiha clan.

Eliminating the Uchiha was actually no big deal, because the Uchiha did not usually go out on missions; they mainly maintained public order within Konoha and guarded the high-security prison. Konoha would only be losing a batch of security guards and jailers.

Security guards could be replaced by genin, and guarding the prison only required chunin.

"Doesn't Nagato still lack people in the organization? Should we go find this mysterious person? I heard Orochimaru was almost beaten to death on the spot by the mysterious ninja!"

White Zetsu pretended to understand Black Zetsu's explanation and changed the subject very awkwardly, not giving Black Zetsu the slightest chance to call him stupid.

"Let White Zetsu do the asking, and the two of us will go together to complete the recruitment," Black Zetsu said calmly.

"Ah? Are we not calling Nagato or Obito? The other party made a hundred-square-meter crater with one punch; the two of us might not even be enough to fill the mysterious person's teeth," White Zetsu said with a horrified expression.

"Idiot! Nagato is not from our faction, and Obito is plotting the Uchiha extermination; where would he find the time? Do you think the Uchiha elite jonin are all idiots?"

"We are just conducting preliminary surveillance. If we determine it's possible, we will pull him directly into our faction. If not, we will let Nagato and Konan take action."

"Today, Black Zetsu-chan is as strict as ever!"

"Idiot, shut your stinking mouth!"

The arrangement Black Zetsu made on the surface seemed flawless, but in reality, it did not intend to tell Obito or Nagato because it knew very well what the name of the technique that caused the hundred-square-meter fist mark was. Before it investigated clearly, it did not want Obito or Nagato to interfere in this matter.

Although the hope was very slim, it was more likely a technique adapted from the legends of the Rabbit Goddess.

Just like the Raigo: Senju Kannon of the Fire Temple.

But if it really had something to do with Mother, then...

"Naruto, stop looking at the pretty Uchiha; you'll get so obsessed you won't want to leave."

Sitting in the lecture hall, Fuyuki looked extremely bored and began to tease the fox beside him.

Whether it was because of Asura chakra or the fox's jealousy of the Second Pillar's popularity with women, the fox would glare at Sasuke from across the room whenever it had the chance. The Second Pillar would often hum with a face full of tsundere, chin tilted high in arrogance.

The two were like they were possessed by contrarians; they would bicker if there was something to bicker about, and even if there wasn't, they would find a way to bicker with each other.

"Bah! Who would look at that stuck-up Sasuke? I'm just looking at the scenery outside the window!"

Naruto started with a triple denial, refusing to admit he was peeking at Uchiha Sasuke.

"Yeah, yeah, you're looking at the scenery. As long as you and Sasuke don't make the atmosphere all gay, I couldn't care less what you're looking at," Fuyuki replied to Naruto perfunctorily, but then changed the subject to tease Hinata, who was sitting next to him: "No matter what you're looking at, it could never be as good-looking as my dear sister!"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Suddenly hearing someone call her, Hinata, who was secretly eating snacks with her head down, choked and coughed until her face turned bright red.

"Eww."

Naruto looked disgusted and waved his hand, shooing Fuyuki away like a fly, telling him to go show off his family affection elsewhere. He had only grown up with a perverted grandfather and didn't understand love!

"Ah, how strange."

Shikamaru, sitting behind Fuyuki, glanced at the clock on the wall and said: "Fuyuki, why don't you use your Byakugan to look at the teacher's office? Class is already over, but our teacher is late to announce the end of the day."

"I suspect the teacher is secretly taking a nap in the office behind our backs."

Just as Shikamaru finished speaking, before Fuyuki could even complain about the lazy guy's logic, the classroom door opened. Iruka walked in with a smile on his face and said: "I have an announcement for everyone. The cultural class originally scheduled for this afternoon is canceled and replaced with a wilderness survival exercise. This will also be the first outdoor course for you students."

"Woohoo! Long live Iruka-sensei!" Naruto jumped up from his seat, his face full of ecstasy.

Whether it was taijutsu or ninja tool practice, Naruto's ranking was not low, but cultural class was different. This subject didn't just test knowledge; it also assessed attendance. With Naruto's habit of skipping three out of every three classes, the only way he could pass cultural class was if he performed a ritual to summon the Fourth Hokage to possess him.

"So annoying, having an outdoor class in such strong sun," Ino said with a resentful expression. She hadn't brought any sunscreen!

"Hinata, can you give me a potato chip? My snacks just ran out." Choji, who didn't care about class at all, looked at Hinata hopefully, wishing she would take pity on him for having no snacks.

Fuyuki's smile gradually faded, and he looked at Iruka on the podium with a puzzled expression.

Fuyuki was usually very short on chakra, so he was extremely sensitive to units with abundant chakra. The amount of chakra in the body of this "Iruka-sensei" in front of him had already reached the jonin level. He was not Iruka-sensei!

"Byakugan!"

Fuyuki formed seals with his hands and muttered to himself. Veins bulged around his eye sockets as he quickly scanned Iruka, then immediately closed his Byakugan to avoid alerting "Iruka."

"Root Division?"

Root Division ninjas were actually very easy to identify. You only had to look at whether there was a curse mark on the tongue of an Anbu to easily distinguish which unit the Konoha Anbu belonged to.

This was also why Danzo did not like to recruit ninjas from the Hyuga clan.

Their eyes were truly annoying; they could often peek at hidden secrets, and because of the Caged Bird, Danzo simply couldn't control Hyuga ninjas. The main family would never join the Anbu established by Danzo.

"What is the High-ranking Dark Spirit doing? The Uchiha massacre is about to happen, and they didn't even come to notify me," Fuyuki muttered to himself, then split a sliver of his will and projected it onto the Dark Elf, gaining control of the body.

He didn't want Uchiha Fugaku's Mangekyo to go to waste on Obito or Danzo. This pair of Mangekyo Sharingan had to be recovered.

In the original story, aside from Itachi, no one knew that Fugaku had awakened the Mangekyo, which led to his eyes being treated as ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan after they were gouged out, likely stuffed into some random jar of saline solution.

Fuyuki certainly didn't want to hand over a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan with unknown abilities to the enemy for nothing.

It would be fine if the enemy didn't notice, but he was worried that after they swapped the eyes, they would suddenly realize they had struck gold when they thought they were eating dirt.

"Hmm?" Itachi's expression tightened as he said, "Moon Worm?"

Fuyuki: "???"

It's Eclipse! If you don't want your Mangekyo, you can donate it; you haven't even had your Mangekyo for a month, and you're already going blind?