Even Elders Can Be Sliced

As the severed arm flew through the air, trailing a spray of blood, the elder's eyes widened in terror, and he shook his head in desperate denial!

But it was already too late; the terrifying Black Blade had already descended.

With a single stroke, from head to toe, the elder was cleaved into two halves, dissolving into a mist of blood.

Kangetsu offered a cold smile, then turned to face the remaining four elders. His indifferent gaze carried a chilling ultimatum: "Do you wish to die as well?"

As his words fell, the four remaining old men trembled, their lips quivering, unable to utter a single sound.

Kangetsu continued, "A bunch of useless trash who, because you are old and have no family, can only cling to life! You dare to spout nonsense in front of me? I truly wonder if you've lived long enough!"

With a slight flick of the Black Blade in his hand, the four men shrieked in terror: "No! Please, no!"

In that instant, the four elders collapsed to their knees.

Within the Uchiha clan, these four elders of high standing were now kneeling before Kangetsu, a mere three-year-old child.

Kangetsu narrowed his eyes, his killing intent and icy aura merging into one.

He sheathed the Black Blade at his waist, turned toward the fallen elder, and commanded, "Inoue, harvest his Sharingan. The Sharingan is a precious thing; it must not go to waste. As for the corpse, burn it."

Hearing this, Inoue instinctively replied, "Yes, Lord Kangetsu!"

As Inoue began his task, Kangetsu shifted his gaze to the four kneeling elders and asked coldly, "How did this man die?"

Inoue looked on in surprise, but under the weight of Kangetsu's escalating killing intent, the four elders stammered, "He was killed by the enemy! He brought this upon himself! Yes! He sought his own death!"

The elders echoed the sentiment in unison.

Kangetsu nodded, then demanded in a sharp, cold voice, "And what do you think of the decision I have made?"

The four elders quickly replied, "The Uchiha clan's territory is vast; it can fully accommodate your needs, Lord Kangetsu! We absolutely agree, we absolutely agree!"

By now, the scent of roasting meat—tinged with the acrid smell of burning—wafted from behind Kangetsu.

Kangetsu frowned slightly and remarked, "Why is this smell so foul? Truly, when a person is old, their flesh stinks too."

He turned away, stepping over the burning corpse.

He ignored the approaching security guards tasked with protecting the Uchiha clan; his business here was already concluded.

Kangetsu knew these five old men were survivors of the previous generation, lonely souls left behind and placed in charge of clan affairs so that the stronger members could focus on their cultivation.

Still, he hadn't expected them to be so easily broken.