Attack on the Ancestral Land, Body Attack

As night fell, Uchiha Yang lay tucked comfortably under his covers, fast asleep.

However, Uchiha Yang's body suddenly began to stir and converse with itself.

[Ear: I hear shouting and killing not far away. What's going on? Isn't the clan compound supposed to be the safest place?]

[Hand: Really? Really? It's finally time for me to show off, hahahaha.]

[Leg: My Shadowless Kick of Foshan has reached a combat power of ten thousand. Don't worry, if we can't win, I'll carry you all and run.]

[Sharingan: A battle? Good. I was just worrying about having nowhere to vent my power. Hehehe.]

[Wind Style: Leg, Hand, wake up! Go see if a battle has broken out.]

[Brain: To think an enemy would disturb my cultivation—don't they know I'm at a critical juncture? I'm shaking with rage.]

Deeply asleep, Uchiha Yang had no idea that his body had risen in such a bizarre fashion and appeared in the courtyard.

Ahead, the clan compound was already erupting in flames and constant explosions; the battle seemed poised to spread into the heart of the compound at any moment.

In Uchiha Yang's eyes, a single scarlet tomoe Sharingan manifested.

[Sharingan: Brothers, the time has come for our master to make a name for himself in the Warring States period.]

[Brain: Hahaha, the Sharingan is right. Once this is over, Master won't be able to be lazy even if he wants to.]

[Leg: Everyone, I'm going in.]

Uchiha Yang's legs took off in a blur, charging straight ahead.

"Follow him."

Several figures trailed closely behind Uchiha Yang; this was the force tasked with protecting him.

It seemed their master wasn't as decadent as they had imagined, but had instead chosen to hide his true self from everyone.

With the compound under attack, they naturally needed to assist, but all of this had to be done while ensuring their master's safety.

"Quickly, head to the central area!"

The leader of this operation, Uzumaki Aken, confronted an Uchiha elite jonin who had been left behind to guard the compound, and hurriedly issued orders to his clansmen.

"Damn you, Uzumaki clan! You actually dare to launch a sneak attack on our Uchiha compound? You're courting death!"

Uchiha Kiri never expected that the compound would one day be infiltrated by enemies, let alone that they would bypass the defensive lines without a single warning.

The thought of how many clansmen had already died filled his heart with unbearable grief.

These were the future of the clan.

If he couldn't stop the enemy, he would be the greatest sinner in the clan's thousand-year history.

Awakened by the noise, Uchiha Madara was equally shocked that enemies had breached the compound, and he hurriedly donned his armor to rush over.

"Genin, cover the clansmen as they retreat to the safe zone in the rear! Everyone else, follow me to repel the enemy!"

"Yes, Young Clan Leader!"

Only six chunin and a handful of genin responded to his call.

After issuing his orders with a grave expression, Uchiha Madara led the remaining six chunin to block the enemy's advance.

"Big Brother, it's the Uzumaki clan."

Uchiha Izuna shouted, a flicker of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Even if we are to settle scores with the Uzumaki, that will have to wait until this is over."

"Izuna, don't stray too far from me."

Uchiha Madara gave a warning before charging straight into the fray.

"Understood, Big Brother."

Uchiha Izuna acknowledged, his gaze cold as he locked onto an Uzumaki jonin.

The Uzumaki clan's methods were naturally centered on sealing jutsu, which was a weakness in raw combat power, but they had prepared thoroughly for this surprise attack on the Uchiha compound.

By utilizing the unique properties of their sealing scrolls, they had temporarily gained formidable combat strength.

The Uchiha were severely short-handed, allowing many enemies to charge toward the interior of the compound, unopposed.

"Damn it!"

Uchiha Madara saw it, but he was powerless to stop them, forced to focus all his strength on cutting down the enemies before him.

"Hahaha, the future of the Uchiha ends tonight!"

Uzumaki Aken had never expected things to go so smoothly.

Once all the Uchiha children were slaughtered, the Uchiha would have no future.

With the gap between generations, once the older generation passed away, the day of the Uchiha's extinction would arrive.

This night was the Generation-Breaking Operation, specifically planned by the Senju clan to retaliate against the Uchiha.

The so-called Generation-Breaking Operation was designed to leave the Uchiha's next generation completely hollow, thereby weakening the clan's overall strength.

Currently, almost all of the Uchiha clan's ninjas were on the front lines fighting the Senju. With the war reaching a grueling, final stage, the clan had pulled away so many people that their internal defenses were left empty.

It was not just the Uchiha clan that could not spare any combat strength; the Senju clan was in the exact same position.

Therefore, the personnel who broke through the defensive lines this time to raid the Uchiha compound were essentially all ninjas from the Uzumaki clan.

The Uzumaki clan and the Senju clan were two families that were as thick as thieves.

Of course, there were also quite a few ninja clans that had submitted to the Uchiha clan's banner.

Uchiha Tajima had naturally realized the possibility that the Senju clan might launch a sneak attack on their compound.

However, he had not expected that the Uzumaki clan—who, despite being thick as thieves with the Senju, rarely appeared on the battlefield—would risk offending the Uchiha to deploy two elite jonin, several ordinary jonin, and quite a few chunin.

This was already their limit; if they had sent any more people, they would inevitably have been discovered by the forces stationed outside the Uchiha compound's defensive line.

"Swish!"

A head flew off from the body of an Uzumaki ninja, and blood sprayed out in a torrent.

The sleeping Uchiha Yang had unknowingly claimed a kill.

Just as he stepped out of his house, Uchiha Yang's body saw quite a few enemies appearing outside.

[Hand: Blade in hand, the urge to kill arises. Brothers, let's secure the first kill.]

[Leg: Isn't it all thanks to me? I deserve at least half the credit for this kill.]

[Sharingan: Two tomoe now. Keep killing for me; it's not enough, not nearly enough. Tonight, I want to dye the clan grounds red. Hehehe.]

[Brain: They say the Sharingan makes you abnormal when it awakens, and it's true. You're so ruthless you'd even kill your own people.]

[Sharingan: What did you say? [○･｀Д´･ ○]]

[Brain: Nothing.]

[Hand: Stop arguing, everyone. Lightning style, watch me, watch me.]

[Lightning Style: I'm coming.]

"Zzzzt!!!"

"Chidori!"

With the Chidori crackling on his hand, Uchiha Yang charged directly at one of them.

[Leg: I'm charging.]

[Sharingan: I've locked onto him.]

[Lightning Style: Maximum power, kill.]

[Hand: The second kill is about to be secured.]

[Brain: Hurry up, there are still quite a few stragglers; we can't let them get away.]

[Fire Style: It's my turn now.]

This Uzumaki ninja was a chunin, but a ninjutsu with nature transformation like Chidori was not something he could withstand.

A scroll behind him opened automatically, and a surge of sealing power manifested in front of him.

This was his trump card for this mission, provided by his clan; it could block a strike even from an elite jonin.

[Leg: Footwork, footwork. Ghost Leg activated, you can't see me.]

Uchiha Yang's body suddenly swayed, and he uncannily bypassed the obstruction of the sealing power, appearing behind the Uzumaki chunin.

Zzzzt!!!

The formidable and terrifying destructive power of the Chidori forcibly broke through the weakest point of the seal, piercing his body and destroying his heart.

"How is this possible?"

The Uzumaki chunin spat out blood in disbelief. His airway was blocked by a large amount of blood, and he died before he could catch his breath.

This speed was even more outrageous than a jonin's.

For the Leg, speed determined everything, so it was constantly training its speed at every moment.

[Leg: Facts prove that I am the fastest one.]

[Water Style: It's my turn.]

[Fire Style: Shut up. I was clearly here first.]

Water and fire were incompatible; the two refused to give an inch to each other and immediately began to bicker.

They went at each other from their ancestors eighteen generations back to their future descendants, their direct relatives, and they didn't even spare the family dog.