Subduing the Clan! The Uchiha Clan's Rebirth!

Naka Shrine, a secret underground chamber.

This was where the Uchiha Clan's spiritual totem resided, enshrining a stone tablet and the memorial tablets of their ancestors.

Dim candlelight flickered, illuminating hundreds of faces wearing different expressions.

"What's going on? Why did the Great Elder suddenly gather the entire clan?"

"No idea. I heard there's something major to announce."

"That Tobirama Uchiha is here too? Didn't he just return from the front lines? Why is he sitting beside the main seat with such an arrogant look on his face?"

The clan members whispered among themselves, and the air was thick with restless unease.

All of the Uchiha elite currently remaining in Konoha had gathered here. There were more than two hundred Jonin and Chunin alone.

"Silence!"

An elderly yet powerful shout rang out.

Leaning on his cane, the Great Elder walked to the front. He swept his gaze over the crowd, his cloudy eyes now burning with fanatical light.

"There is only one reason I gathered everyone here today."

The Great Elder took a deep breath, pointed at Tobirama, who was seated beside him with his eyes closed, and raised his voice several notches.

"After careful deliberation by the Council of Elders."

"From today onward, all affairs of the Uchiha Clan will be decided solely by Tobirama Uchiha!"

"The position of clan head will also be assumed by Tobirama!"

"As for Fushan at the front lines... I will send word and inform him to step down for someone more worthy!"

The moment his words fell.

The entire hall was shaken!

It was like tossing a depth charge into a fishpond.

The entire underground chamber erupted.

"What?! Is this some kind of joke?!"

"Great Elder, have you gone senile?"

"He's only twelve! He may have earned some merit, but making him clan head? What about Lord Fushan?!"

Questions and curses rose one after another.

The Uchiha Clan had always been arrogant. None of them were willing to submit to anyone else.

Several of Fushan's diehard followers, in particular, stepped forward directly.

A burly Jonin with a fierce face pointed at Tobirama's nose and cursed.

"Tobirama Uchiha! You little brat, what kind of sorcery did you use to bewitch the Great Elder?"

"You want to become clan head? What makes you worthy?!"

"Do you have the seniority? Do you have the strength to suppress the entire clan?"

"Even if you've made contributions, you can't be this arrogant! You want to ride over our heads? Not unless I'm dead!"

The crowd was seething with outrage.

Just as the Great Elder was about to reprimand them, a hand stopped him.

Tobirama slowly opened his eyes.

He did not rise. He merely lounged in his chair, a contemptuous curve forming at the corner of his lips.

"Seniority?"

"Strength?"

"Arrogance?"

Tobirama rose to his feet, his black robe stirring despite the lack of wind.

"Since you all want to see my qualifications so badly..."

"Then open your dog eyes and look carefully!"

Tobirama suddenly raised his head.

His originally black pupils instantly turned into scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

Then.

The three tomoe spun wildly, merging in an instant and transforming into that bizarre pattern that made souls tremble.

Mangekyō Sharingan!

The Jonin who had been shouting just moments ago had barely met Tobirama's gaze.

"Tsukuyomi!"

"Urgh..."

The Jonin did not even manage to scream.

His eyes instantly rolled back, his body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, and then he fell straight backward.

Thud!

Like a stray dog kicked to death by the roadside.

An instant kill!

An elite clan Jonin who had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan was crippled with a single glance!

The entire hall fell silent in an instant.

Everyone widened their eyes and stared fixedly at Tobirama's eyes.

It was the terror—and longing—etched deep within Uchiha blood.

"Th-this is..."

Someone's voice trembled, their teeth chattering.

"Well?"

Tobirama looked around. Wherever his gaze passed, no one dared meet his eyes.

"Are these qualifications enough?"

At that moment, the Great Elder stepped forward at just the right time and roared like a fanatical preacher.

"Do you see that?! You idiots!"

"This is the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan!"

"These are the same eyes possessed by our ancestor, Lord Uchiha Madara!"

"This is the power of a god, capable of controlling the Nine-Tails and pacifying an age of chaos!"

"Only someone with these eyes is a true powerhouse of the Uchiha Clan!"

Mangekyō Sharingan!

Those words were like an electric current piercing through every Uchiha clan member's mind.

Eyes that had existed only in legends...

Had actually appeared!

And they had appeared on this twelve-year-old boy!

After a brief silence.

An emotion known as fanaticism spread wildly through the chamber.

"Mangekyō... It really is the Mangekyō!"

"My god! Is the Uchiha Clan finally going to rise?!"

"With these eyes, what the hell is Konoha? What the hell is the Hokage?!"

The Uchiha Clan revered strength.

They worshipped the strong and worshipped power.

Now that a new Madara had appeared, their first reaction was not fear, but excitement!

It was the excitement of wanting to turn things around after being suppressed for decades!

"Lord Tobirama!"

"Clan Head!"

Cheers began to ring out sporadically, then quickly joined into a single wave.

But just then.

At the edge of the crowd, two furtive figures slowly began backing away.

They were Fushan's most loyal confidants, as well as two squad captains of the Konoha Military Police Force.

"Go! We have to tell Lord Fushan! And the Third Hokage!"

"That kid has gone insane! He'll drag the Uchiha Clan into the abyss!"

The two exchanged a glance, turned around, and prepared to rush out of the chamber.

"Trying to run?"

Tobirama stood on the raised platform without even turning his head.

Under those eyes, not even the path of a fly within this chamber could escape his perception.

"Since you don't want to be Uchiha..."

"Then become ghosts."

Tobirama slowly raised his right hand and clenched it at the two fleeing figures.

"Susanoo: Skeletal Arm!"

Boom!

A terrifying surge of red chakra erupted instantly.

A massive skeletal arm appeared out of thin air, moving as fast as lightning.

"What?"

Before the two men could reach the door, darkness fell over their heads.

The enormous hand seized them like chicks.

"Ahhh! Let us go!"

"Tobirama! We're from the same clan! You can't..."

"Are you really from the same clan?"

Tobirama sneered, his gaze cold and merciless.

"Traitors do not deserve the Uchiha name."

"Since you love informing so much, go inform in Hell."

"Die!"

Crack!

Splat!

As Tobirama clenched his hand.

Susanoo's massive hand tightened sharply.

It was like crushing two tomatoes.

Blood and bone fragments streamed down through the gaps in the enormous skeletal arm, dripping onto the floor.

Even their screams came to an abrupt halt.

That scene was too shocking.

Too bloody.

Too... satisfying!

The clan members, who had merely been excited moments ago, now stared at the red skeletal arm radiating terrifying pressure. The emotions in their eyes had completely turned into blind worship.

This was power!

This was divine power that stood above ninjutsu!

Before such power, what could possibly be impossible?

"Who else opposes me?"

Tobirama dismissed Susanoo, and the two mangled corpses fell to the ground with a slap.

As though he had merely done something trivial, he dusted off his hands.

"Who else thinks I'm unqualified?"

"Or... who else wants to report to that weakling Fushan?"

The entire hall was silent.

The next second.

Everyone dropped to one knee in unison.

This included the old men who had been questioning him just moments ago.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as though they had rehearsed it countless times.

"Greetings, Clan Head!"

"Greetings, Lord Tobirama!"

Their voices were deafening, echoing through the underground chamber with hysterical fanaticism.

They had submitted.

Whether they accepted it in their hearts or not, their bodies had already submitted before absolute violence.

Besides, following such a powerhouse was far better than following Fushan and swallowing humiliation every day!

"Very good."

Tobirama nodded in satisfaction.

"Rise."

"I don't like these empty formalities. I only care about results."

"The Uchiha Clan has been silent for too long. Those Konoha higher-ups have guarded against us as if we were dogs."

"From today onward, those days are over."

"I will lead you to reclaim what belongs to us!"

"Yes!"

The clan members were fired up, itching to rush out and hack down a couple of Anbu to celebrate.

"Enough. That's all for today."

Tobirama waved a hand and began dismissing them.

"Meeting adjourned!"

Everyone withdrew respectfully, their faces flushed with excitement, as though they could already see the future of the Uchiha Clan ruling Konoha.

Once everyone had left.

Only Tobirama, the Great Elder, and the two corpses on the floor remained in the secret chamber.

Tobirama walked over to the bodies and crouched down.

With practiced movements, he removed the two pairs of Three-Tomoe Sharingan and placed them into a jar filled with nutrient solution.

They might not have been as good as Mangekyo, but they were still scarce resources. They would make decent backup batteries.

"Great Elder."

Tobirama gave his hands a wipe as he issued his orders.

"Yes." The Great Elder immediately bowed, bending even lower than before.

"Take care of two things."

"First, take some men to the Shimura Clan and reclaim the deeds to their shops. If anyone dares stop you, break their legs. Tell them I said so."

"Second, dispose of these two bodies cleanly. Tell the public... they died in the line of duty during a secret mission."

The Great Elder looked at the two corpses without even blinking.

"Understood!"

"Rest assured, Lord Tobirama. This old man will see to it at once!"

"Danzo's old dog's businesses are nothing but a juicy piece of meat now. This old man will squeeze every last bit of marrow from his bones!"

Tobirama smiled at the Great Elder's greedy yet loyal expression.

A family?

Put bluntly, it was nothing more than a community of shared interests.

As long as you could give them meat to eat, even if you were the devil, they would worship you on a godly altar.

"Fushan Uchiha..."

Tobirama looked toward the enormous fan-shaped clan crest on the wall of the secret chamber, his gaze unfathomable.

"My apologies."

"Your clan leader trial card has expired."

"Next, the Uchiha Clan will enter my era!"