You Are Not Konoha Ninja-You Are Our Dogs!

The battle outside the village shook heaven and earth, and even the ground inside the village trembled slightly.

The confrontation between the Armored Susanoo and the Thousand-Hand Buddha unfolded like the wrath of a god in the world; such a terrifying scene was unprecedented and unlikely to be repeated.

The villagers held their breath in tension, their eyes fixed on the massive shadows of battle raging in the billowing dust in the distance.

The most anxious of them all was Senju Hashirama, Uzumaki Mito's wife.

She stood on high ground, her robes fluttering in the wind, her hands clenched tightly, her knuckles slightly white, her expression filled with worry and unease.

That was the man she deeply loved, the Ninja World god she had personally witnessed rise from nothing to his current status.

"Hashirama..."

She murmured softly, her gaze piercing through the layers of smoke, landing on the figure gradually appearing in the distance.

The world before her seemed to quiet down, but her heart was burning with rage, restless, fearful, and filled with a shock she was unwilling to acknowledge.

However, she soon saw the answer.

--Entrance to Konoha.

As the sun sets, a crimson glow stains the sky.

Uchiha Yoru and Uchiha Madara walked side by side, like Asuras emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, treading on fire, their gazes unstoppable.

A mocking smile played on Ban's lips, his eyes indifferent, as if he had returned to his Sengoku period.

The boy walking beside him was even more unsettling.

--He was an existence whose oppressive aura far surpassed that of any Kage Level powerhouse in the Ninja World; even the air seemed to freeze when he stepped down.

Even more chilling is--

Two familiar figures floated out around the two of them:

Senju Hashirama, covered in wounds, disheveled, breathing erratically, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet stubbornly maintained his will.

Meanwhile, Senju Tobirama, standing beside him, was already bound by silver-blue Chakra chains, his head drooping like a dead dog, his face filled with humiliation and resentment.

This scene was like a deity's imminent arrival, a king's return.

"That's... Lord Hashirama... Lord Tobirama?"

The Konoha sentinel cried out in alarm, his voice trembling, and he could barely hold his crossbow.

"How... how could this be? They were...!"

"Those two are from the Uchiha Clan... what are they up to?"

The village gate slowly opened, but the watchtower bell remained silent for a long time.

Everyone seemed to be pinned to the spot, unable to move.

Even the air felt like solidified molten iron, making it hard to breathe.

The two figures walking side by side— Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Yoru— emerged slowly from the flames of war and Bloody Mist, like judges.

Every step was an overwhelming display of power.

Senju Hashirama his eyes closed, his body covered in blood, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle.

Bound in Senju Tobirama, Tobirama Senju glared angrily, but was unable to break free. He could only force a cold laugh, "Madara... You've actually stooped to teaming up with outsiders to fight your own brother?"

Ban remained silent, offering only a cold glance, as if looking at a character about to be swept into the dustbin of history.

Suddenly, a firm voice broke the silence:

"Madara -what are you trying to do?!"

The crowd was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

Uzumaki Mito approached slowly, her gaze as cold as frost.

This priestess from the Uzumaki Clan, though lacking the power of Tailed Beast, was respected by Hashirama and revered by the people of Konoha for her superb Sealing Jutsu and magnanimous heart.

She walked to the village entrance, facing the dappled light and the night, her tone unwavering:

"Madara... Haven't you seen it clearly yet? Isn't everything Hashirama did for you and for Konoha worth even a second glance?"

Madara finally stopped, staring at her expressionlessly. After a long while, he said softly:

"Mito... you and Hashirama are indeed the same kind of people."

"I always felt that as long as we 'sacrifice some things,' we can achieve peace."

"What a pity... the 'some' you're referring to might be Uchiha Clan, or they might be... some young children!"

Mito frowned, about to speak again, when Uchiha Yoru spoke up beside her.

His voice was soft, but it seemed to resonate directly in everyone's heart:

We don't need anyone's understanding, nor do we need anyone's forgiveness.

"--From this day forward, Konoha is no longer the Konoha of the Senju Clan."

He raised his hand, and ancient Cursed Seal and reincarnation patterns appeared on his palm.

Uzumaki Mito and many other Konoha Jonin were instantly subdued.

"Then... kill them all!"

"Etc."

At that moment, Ban spoke up.

Night tilted his head, his Rinne-Tenseigan: "Are you hesitating?"

The Kakkō illuminated Ban's face, his expression as if carved from stone, yet a hint of barely perceptible hesitation lingered deep within his eyes.

"They... are just remnants of a defeated army."

He stepped forward, one step at a time, his gaze sweeping over the complex expressions of the ninjas on the ground—veterans of Konoha, young children, and members of the Uchiha Clan.

"Killing them is easy. But what happens next? We have a village, but who will govern it? Who will enforce the rules? Just the two of us?"

Night didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Madara continued, "I'm not saying this to save them."

His tone remained firm as always, "I just think they died too lightly."

"Living is more painful than dying."

Night's gaze narrowed slightly, finally revealing a hint of interest. "You want them to submit?"

Ban sneered, "No, it's submission."

He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the people of Konoha.

"From this day forward, you are no longer Konoha ninjas, you are our dogs!"

The air was deathly still.

Ye chuckled softly and finally lowered his hand.

He turned around and said calmly, "Then you're in charge of training the dogs."

Ban did not respond, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd. At that moment, no one dared to question—if he made a move, no one would survive.

The next morning, the sky above Konoha was still shrouded in a blood-red dawn.

A decision that will shake the entire Ninja World has been officially announced:

--Uchiha Madara, became Hokage.

Originally, he wanted Yoru to become Hokage, but Yoru expressed no interest, so Madara had no choice but to reluctantly accept the position.

The moment he became Hokage, he didn't hold any ceremony or consult with any high-ranking officials. He directly summoned the intelligence department and issued an ultimatum to all the major ninja villages:

"To submit, or to perish."

There was no room for negotiation, no diplomatic embellishment.

While Madara didn't explicitly express his anger towards the high-ranking officials and clans within Konoha who had previously implemented policies excluding the Uchiha Clan, he responded through his actions.

He forcibly dismantled the original power structure, reintegrating the Uchiha Clan into core departments such as police, administration, and intelligence, thus bringing the entire Uchiha Clan back to the core of Konoha's power.

He did not hide his disappointment.

--Not a single member of his tribe was willing to leave the village alongside him in the first place.

Even so, he still granted the entire Uchiha Clan clan the highest political status.

As for those who disobey, kill them!

As he always believed: only by taking control of everything can chaos be ended.

The news sent shockwaves through the Ninja World.

Some ninja villages closed their doors to protect themselves, some sent secret envoys to gather intelligence, and many more began to secretly mobilize troops—because they knew that Uchiha Madara never lied.

This new Konoha, forged by the iron will of the Uchiha Clan, is about to become an undisputed overlord of the entire Ninja World.