Rip Out the Sharingan Alive? The Growth of Hatred!

The bandage wrapped around flesh and skin, with a Sharingan still attached, burned Yuan's palm like a branding iron.

The Sharingan in his eye socket spun madly, and an unprecedentedly violent killing intent nearly set the air of the entire basement ablaze.

Without thinking, he understood that the more than one thousand Uchiha clansmen who had died six years ago had not only lost their lives—their eyes had also been turned into spare batteries by that old dog!

"Danzo..." Yuan clenched his knuckles until they cracked, his nails digging deeply into his flesh and drawing blood. "I'm going to skin you alive!"

With nowhere to vent his rage, Yuan turned and punched the load-bearing wall of the control room. The tremendous force blasted a half-meter-wide fissure through the wall, spiderweb cracks spreading across its surface all the way to the ceiling.

Plaster peeled away, revealing a faint glimmer of light within the cracks.

Yuan's gaze sharpened. He stepped forward and kicked apart the remaining bricks. Hidden inside was a secret room less than five square meters in size. These were core secrets Danzo had not had time to take away.

There was only an iron table in the middle of the secret room. A scroll and a chakra memory crystal rested on it. Beside them were several small test tubes submerged in green nutrient fluid, each containing writhing chunks of grayish-white flesh.

Yuan walked over, his instincts telling him there was something in that scroll. He tore off the scroll's seal, and it inexplicably drifted toward the crystal.

The crystal flickered several times, and an image appeared.

The view looked down from a rooftop high above. It was the Uchiha Clan Compound from six years ago.

Amid the pouring rain, it was not only Itachi Uchiha carrying out a lone massacre. In the shadows at the edge of the scene, dozens of masked Root ninja were coldly breaking through doors. They pinned down elderly people too frail to hold a blade and women shielding children. There was no interrogation—only slaughter.

What made Yuan's eyes split with fury was that whenever a clansman with a Sharingan fell, those Root ninja would immediately draw kunai and forcibly gouge out the eyes of the dead—even those who had not yet fully died—then place them into special containers they carried with them.

For a full half hour, what was recorded was not the suppression of a rebellion, but a complete and deliberate act of organ plunder.

Yuan watched the scene without roaring or smashing anything. He merely stood there silently, even his breathing growing faint.

Yet the chill emanating from his body dropped the temperature in the secret room to freezing.

He moved aside the scroll and stuffed it, the several test tubes the system had identified as [Hashirama Cells], and a black-covered roster recording the locations of Hidden Leaf Village's covert operatives into his ninja tool pouch.

"This debt keeps getting bigger."

Yuan muttered to himself and turned to leave the underground ruins, which had already begun to collapse.

By the time he returned to the surface, dawn had broken. Morning sunlight spilled across the streets of the Hidden Leaf Village, and everything looked peaceful and tranquil. No one knew that a massacre of a hundred people had just taken place underground several miles away.

Standing on a tree branch, Yuan opened the roster of covert operatives. His gaze immediately settled on the old residence at the edge of the Old Uchiha Clan Compound—the place where Aunt Mihui and the dozen or so elderly, weak survivors had been placed under "protective isolation."

The roster stated it plainly: Third Surveillance Team. Twelve Root elites. Guarded around the clock in shifts. No visitors permitted. Internal personnel forbidden from leaving the village.

"Protection?" The cold smile at Yuan's lips was ghostly. "Then I'll clear the doorstep for Auntie and the others."

Half an hour later, outside the old Uchiha residence.

An Anbu disguised as an old street sweeper kept his head lowered as he cleared fallen leaves. Suddenly, a chill ran across the back of his neck. Before he could make a sound, a hand covered his mouth, and a sharp kunai sliced straight through his windpipe.

Yuan dragged him into the grass like a dead dog.

That was only the first.

For the next three full minutes, this area became a silent hunting ground.

Yuan used the Body Flicker Technique to close in on the two men disguised as repairmen on the rooftop, snapping their necks with one hand each.

The three snipers hiding on the second floor of the bun shop across the street did not even have time to move their scopes before sudden shuriken pierced straight through their temples, blood splattering across the windows.

The remaining six sensed that something was wrong and had just begun to gather when Yuan strode openly out from the mouth of the alley.

"Who are you?!" the leading Anbu demanded, drawing his blade.

A blinding streak of fire laced with lightning was his answer. Yuan swung his blade, and the chakra-infused short sword cleaved the leader—and his weapon—in half. The remaining five were scared out of their wits and had just started forming hand seals when Yuan turned into a gust of black wind and swept through their formation.

Five heads flew into the air almost simultaneously.

Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. These twelve watchers Danzo had carefully selected did not even have the chance to send a distress signal before Yuan.

Yuan flicked the blood from his blade. He walked over, grabbed each of the twelve heads by the hair, and lined them up neatly on the bluestone pavement at the entrance to the old Uchiha residence district like watermelons.

The blood covering the ground gave off a pungent stench, and flies began circling the severed heads.

Using a bloodstained finger, Yuan wrote several large characters stroke by stroke on the white wall beside them:

"Uchiha blood shall be repaid a hundredfold."

After writing the final character, Yuan glanced at the loot notification on the system panel. He reached into his ninja tool pouch and touched the cool test tube of Hashirama Cells.

"Old dog Danzo, your life is worth even more than I thought."