You, want to dance too?

Konoha Village, Hokage Office.

The afternoon sun spilled through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. It should have been the most languid and comfortable moment of the day, yet the air felt so heavy it was suffocating.

Clatter.

The pipe in the hands of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, slipped, bounced twice on the desk, and rolled onto the floor. Expensive tobacco leaves scattered everywhere, the embers flickering out—much like the light in the eyes of this "God of Shinobi," which were trembling violently.

"Uchiha... Madara?"

The four syllables were squeezed from his parched throat, every note carrying a tremor born from the depths of his soul.

Dead silence descended upon the office.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Twelve figures appeared instantly throughout the office, surrounding the uninvited guest in a tight circle. They were the Hokage's direct ANBU subordinates, the absolute elite of Konoha. Yet, at this moment, their fingers gripping their ninja blades were trembling slightly, and beneath their animal masks, ragged breathing echoed one after another.

At the center of their encirclement, the man simply stood there with his arms crossed.

A wild, unruly mane of long black hair hung loose, obscuring half of his cold, stern face. The deep red, layered armor he wore radiated the scent of iron and blood, unique to the Warring States period.

He hadn't even released a single shred of chakra, yet that terrifying presence known as "Uchiha Madara" felt like an ancient, slumbering beast slowly opening its eyes before them.

Even the dust dancing in the light seemed to freeze in fear.

However, beneath this shell that struck terror into the hearts of all—

Holy crap! Holy crap! System, are you for real?! We just air-dropped into the Hokage's office, and the opposition is the old man Third Hokage plus a full squad of ANBU?

Lin Feng's inner monologue was scrolling at three hundred words per minute, his heart hammering so hard it felt like it might leap out of his throat.

A second ago, he had been fired up by Madara's line about "dancing" on screen; the next second, he was standing here, surrounded by gleaming blades.

In his mind, a massive flood of information continued to churn—within this body surged chakra like a vast ocean, and the pair of eyes in his sockets contained the power of gods, capable of switching between the Eternal Mangekyō and the Rinnegan at will.

But he wasn't Madara. He was Lin Feng.

[Warning: Please maintain the persona. Once OOC (Out of Character) occurs, you will be erased by the laws of the world.]

The cold, mechanical prompt was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing Lin Feng's panic, replaced by an indescribable sense of excitement.

The blood of a performer was boiling.

This stage... it was simply perfect!

If I'm going to act, I'm going to go big! As long as I'm not embarrassed, they're the ones who will die!

Lin Feng slowly raised his head, and his right eye, unobstructed by his long hair, snapped open.

Hum—

Gorgeous purple ripples radiated outward in circles within his pupil, eerie and divine, as if they could suck a person's soul right in.

The Rinnegan!

Hiruzen Sarutobi's breath hitched. He had heard of these legendary eyes in distant myths, but the impact of seeing them in person was far more terrifying than any description!

Lin Feng's gaze drifted past the sharp blades surrounding him and landed directly on Hiruzen Sarutobi's wrinkled face. He tilted his chin slightly and spoke softly, in a tone that blended the vicissitudes of time with ultimate indifference:

"Monkey brat... are you questioning me?"

BOOM!

The moment the words fell, an invisible pressure swept across the room.

Hiruzen Sarutobi felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly by a cold hand. This tone, this posture, this arrogance that didn't even put others in his eyes... it was too similar! It was exactly like the "Ghost of the Uchiha" from his childhood memories, down to the last detail!

"Level one alert!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi roared, though he didn't even realize his own voice carried a hint of a tremor. He knew very well that if the person before him was truly Madara, these ANBU wouldn't even be able to buy him a single second of time.

"Bluffing!"

An ANBU ninja wearing a tiger-patterned mask finally couldn't withstand the suffocating pressure, his psychological defenses the first to crumble. He roared, trying to use his voice to drive away the fear: "Lord Third! Don't waste words with him, no matter who he is, take him down first!"

"That's right! A mere imposter daring to act wantonly in the Hokage's office!" another ANBU echoed, his hands already beginning to form seals.

Idiots!

Hiruzen Sarutobi wanted to stop them, but he saw the man surrounded by the group let out a faint, low chuckle.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a mockery as if watching a clown show.

Lin Feng's heart was cold as ice.

I was just worrying about how to establish my authority, and you all delivered yourselves to my doorstep.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, his gaze merely sweeping indifferently over the ANBU who had shouted first.

No seals.

No taijutsu stance.

"Noisy."

Two words, spoken with effortless ease.

The next second—

Pfft!

Without any warning, the chest armor of the Anbu ninja preparing to charge was struck as if by an invisible battering ram, instantly caving inward in a terrifying arc. He couldn't even let out a scream; the mist of blood erupting from his mouth drew a ghastly red line through the air as he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string!

Boom!

He smashed through the office's thick wall, vanishing outside the building amidst a cloud of dust and rubble, his fate unknown.

Inside the office, a deathly silence descended.

The remaining eleven Anbu elites froze in their tracks.

What had happened?

They couldn't see the attack! They couldn't sense any chakra! They hadn't even seen him move!

A Jonin, a battle-hardened Anbu elite, just... gone?

A bone-chilling cold, born from the unknown, surged from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat. He had seen it—in that split second, a faint, imperceptible ripple had flashed across "Madara's" Rinnegan.

It was a dojutsu! An invisible dojutsu that transcended the limits of their understanding!

Lin Feng felt a secret thrill inside: Limbo: Border Jail—clearing the field without lifting a finger really is a god-tier skill for showing off.

Yet, on the surface, he remained calm and unruffled, as if he had merely swatted away a buzzing fly. He slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi once more, and then took a step forward.

Thud.

The step was heavy as a mountain, as if he weren't stepping on the floor, but on everyone's heart.

"Now," Lin Feng's voice remained flat, yet carried an irresistible majesty, "it is your turn, little monkey."

He was locked on!

The sense of mortal crisis, as if being stared down by a natural predator, made every pore on Hiruzen Sarutobi's body bristle. But behind him stood the entire village; he was the Hokage of Konoha, and he could not retreat!

"Form up!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi roared, his hands moving in a blur as he frantically formed hand seals. "Whether you are real or fake, today, you must give Konoha an explanation!"

"An explanation?"

Lin Feng stopped, as if he had just heard the funniest joke of the century. His low laughter echoed through the ruined office, filled with disappointment and mockery for this era.

He slowly extended his right hand, palm open, aiming it at the group standing in battle formation before him.

"The explanation is... this rotting world no longer has any need to exist."

Chakra as vast as the sea awakened within his body. The desks, chairs, documents, and rubble in the office began to defy logic, trembling violently as they floated into the air. A suffocating pressure, the precursor to destruction, permeated the atmosphere.

In Lin Feng's purple Rinnegan, the face of Hiruzen Sarutobi, filled with despair and horror, was clearly reflected.

The corners of his lips finally curled into an arrogant arc that would make the entire ninja world tremble.

"Do you..."

"Also wish to dance?"