The arrival of the Konoha ninja cost Araki his chance to finish off the Third Hokage.
Though it was a little regrettable, he could accept it. Seriously injuring the man today had only been possible through the combined alignment of many circumstances. If not for the unexpected divine assistance of the Nine-Tails going berserk, the three of them alone could never have handled him.
While Araki and the Nine-Tails had been besieging the Third Hokage earlier, Hozuki Mangetsu had already summoned several enormous Clams. At that moment, he and Hozuki Sengetsu were both inside them, waving at Araki.
"Get in, quick! It's time to retreat!"
Araki was thinking the same thing.
Especially when he spotted quite a few ninja nearby with the Pepsi clan crest embroidered on their clothes, he hurried his pace, afraid of receiving the full Red Eye genjutsu combo.
At the same time, he secretly counted his blessings.
Fortunately, ever since the Second Hokage, suppressing the Uchiha Clan had become political correctness in Konoha. Otherwise, if the Uchiha had really been sent to battle a few more times, wouldn't Mangekyō Sharingan after Mangekyō Sharingan have emerged?
How were the other ninja villages supposed to survive then?
Ever since Uchiha Madara left, all the way until before the Third Shinobi World War, over those thirty or forty years, aside from Kagami Uchiha—who had gone to war and was suspected of awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan—not a second person had appeared within the Uchiha Clan.
Why?
How could one see a rainbow without facing life and death?
Forget going to war—even joining the Anbu was impossible for other Uchiha clansmen!
How could their strength grow if they spent all day patrolling the village?
At the end of the day, ninja were combat professionals. If they wanted to grow quickly, battle