At last, there were no more sounds of fierce battle from the Uchiha side.
The smoke, dust, and white mist slowly dispersed, while the flying sand and stones had long since fallen.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, wanting to see what had happened as soon as possible.
Very quickly, they got their wish—but their eyes widened even further...
"Th-this is the Uchiha Clan's territory?"
"Where's the Uchiha gate? What about all those houses?"
"And those Uchiha ninja who always looked down on everyone?"
"..."
No one could answer their questions, because everyone was in a state of immense shock.
Even the Third Hokage merely stood there smoking in silence.
Before their eyes, the Uchiha Clan's grand gate was gone. The rows upon rows of houses beyond it were gone. All that remained was a stretch of ruins spanning nearly three to four hundred meters.
Across the ruins, over a hundred Uchiha ninja lay scattered about, while Slug clones treated their injuries.
"Pfft, pfft..."
At the center of the ruins, Hyuga Wuye dusted himself off and calmly crossed his arms.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
At that moment, all the remaining Uchiha Clan ninja, along with the ordinary clansmen, arrived at the edge of the ruins.
Their expressions were dazed, as if they still could not accept the fact that more than half their clan grounds had been smashed apart.
And there were over a hundred injured ninja being treated! More than ten of them were jonin, yet they had all lost in just a few minutes?!
The ever-proud Uchiha clansmen simply could not accept it.
"Am I under a genjutsu?"
"That's right! We must be under a genjutsu!"
"Damn it! Which bastard cast a genjutsu on us? We're all from the same clan!"
"..."
Quite a few Uchiha ninja struggled against the imagined possibility