"Aaaaargh!!!"
Purple-black markings instantly spread from the injection site, crawling across his cheeks.
His Sharingan spun wildly, the three tomoe connecting and changing shape.
They finally formed a new, twisted pattern-not a Mangekyō, but something far more sinister.
His muscles swelled, and his bones creaked.
Hachimon's body grew a full size larger, pale bone armor emerging across his skin.
He threw his head back and roared, his voice no longer human.
"Power... this is power!!!"
He raised a hand, gathering a purple ball of chakra in his palm-no, it was no longer chakra.
It was a strange energy mingled with reiatsu.
"Charge with me! Kill every last one of those Root bastards!"
"Kill!!!"
The Radical Faction's shinobi injected themselves with the potion, transforming into half-human, half-Hollow monsters.
They seized their specially made ninja tools and charged out of the clan grounds like maddened beasts, racing toward the battlefield.
Hokage Building, hospital room.
Minato struggled to get out of bed, but the medical shinobi held him down.
"Fourth Hokage, your wounds haven't healed yet!"
"Let go of me!" Minato growled. "The Uchiha Police Force and Root are fighting in the streets. I have to stop them!"
"And what could you do if you went?" An icy voice came from the doorway.
Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura entered, followed by several Anbu.
"Fourth Hokage, you have yet to recover from your severe injuries. You are in no condition to handle this."
"Leave it to us," Mitokado Homura said flatly.
"Leave it to you?" Minato stared at the two elders. "And let you escalate this into an all-out civil war?!"
"Sometimes, bloodshed is necessary." Utatane Koharu's face was expressionless.
"The Uchiha's rebellious intentions are already clear. If we don't suppress them now, Konoha will be finished once their power is fully established."