The Bloody Dawn at Konoha Hospital and the Advisors' Madness

That scream sounded nothing like it had come from a human throat.

It was sharp, mournful, twisted, and filled with the most primitive terror and collapse, stripped of all reason. It was like a red-hot steel needle, instantly piercing the tranquility before dawn at Konoha Hospital and thoroughly staining this white building, a symbol of life and hope, with the color of despair.

"Ah—!!! Monster! Eyes! Eyes!!!"

Utatane Koharu collapsed to the floor as if all the bones had been pulled from her body, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Her wrinkled old face, always stern and rigid, had completely contorted. Her eyes bulged like brass bells, bloodshot eyeballs protruding outward as she stared fixedly at the lump of remnants on the floor, still writhing faintly, a mixture of flesh and wood fibers.

Especially the dozen or so Sharingan forcibly stitched onto it!

They seemed to be alive!

After those scarlet eyeballs met Utatane Koharu's shattered gaze, they all turned in unison. Three black tomoe spun madly within each eye, reflecting her face, frozen in utter horror. Thick, black blood tears flowed from every eyeball, as if silently mocking her overestimating herself and condemning the foolishness of awakening them from hell!

"No... no! Don't look at me! Don't look at me!!!"

Like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, Utatane Koharu let out a short scream and frantically scooted backward across the cold floor, using both hands and feet. Her fingernails scraped against the ground with an ear-piercing screech from the force she used. The tips of all ten fingers quickly wore through and began to bleed, yet she felt nothing.

She only wanted to escape!

To flee those eyes! To flee the nightmare she had released with her own hands, which should have devoured Baishi but had ultimately