One-Sided Massacre, Danzō Scared Out of His Wits!

"Impossible! What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Danzō's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he staggered back again and again, almost tripping over his own cane.

He pointed at Yoru, who was completely unscathed, his voice cracking like a drake whose tail had been stepped on.

"Attack! All of you, attack! He can't maintain this state forever!"

"Use taijutsu! Use sealing formations! Pile on him until he dies!"

Though shocked, the masked Root operatives continued to mechanically obey their orders, drawing their blades and charging again.

"Pile on me until I die? What, do you think this is a tower defense game?"

Yoru sneered and pulled two kunai from his thigh pouch with a backhanded motion.

Pale cyan wind-nature chakra instantly coated their edges, releasing a piercing hum.

Before his words had even faded, he charged headlong into the dark mass of enemies.

Three longswords slashed simultaneously at Yoru's head and waist, their blades passing through his body without resistance.

Yet in the instant they crossed past him, Yoru's body abruptly solidified.

The Wind Release kunai in his hands carved a bleakly beautiful cyan arc through the air.

"Splat!"

Three heads flew into the sky, warm blood spraying across the bluestone pavement like fountains.

"First."

Yoru casually uttered the number, his body turning intangible again as he evaded several explosive tags from behind.

"Boom!"

Before the flames had even dispersed, Yoru appeared beside another Root captain like a ghost. With a casual swipe of his kunai, he severed the man's windpipe.

"Form up! Four Violet Flames Formation!" a Root operative screamed hoarsely.

"Formation my ass."

Yoru kicked his cervical spine apart, then casually hurled his corpse into the nearby operatives.

Fugaku stood dumbfounded in the rear, gripping a kunai but unable to find any chance to intervene.

"Clan Head, should we... go help him?" A young Uchiha swallowed, his hand sweating around his sword hilt.

"Help my ass! Going up there would only get in his way!" Fugaku gritted his teeth. "Hold the formation! Keep the Fourth Lord's family safe!"

Minato leaned against Kushina's embrace and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"With those skills, and that mastery of space-time ninjutsu... it seems my title as the Yellow Flash is about to change hands."

Holding Naruto, Kushina spat in satisfaction.

"Serves them right! It'd be best if he killed every last one of those black-hearted bastards!"

Blood quickly stained Leaf Village's gates red.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

Yoru was like a grim reaper strolling through his own backyard. Every time he raised a hand, a life was taken with perfect precision.

What elites? What deathsworn? Before a max-level cheat, they were all nothing more than laughable cannon fodder.

In just a few minutes, more than half of the hundreds of Root elites had fallen.

Severed limbs carpeted the ground, while the heavy stench of blood made people want to vomit.

The hands of the remaining dozen or so Root operatives finally began to tremble around their swords.

They were brainwashed machines, sure, but even machines knew what insurmountable despair was!

Danzō looked at the corpses covering the ground, and his heart bled.

This was the fortune he had spent most of his life building!

"Retreat! Retreat now! Back to the base!"

The old bastard finally panicked. He even threw away his cane before turning and running toward the depths of the village.

"Run? Did you ask the kunai in my hand first?"

A cold voice suddenly exploded beside Danzō's ear.

Danzō stopped dead in his tracks, his pupils violently contracting.

At some point, Uchiha Yoru had appeared before him, standing firmly in his path with his arms folded across his chest.

"Brat, don't push your luck!" Danzō shouted, fierce on the outside but weak within.

He violently tore the bandages from his right arm, exposing the pallid limb embedded with several three-tomoe Sharingan.

This was the ultimate trump card he had secretly cultivated through his dealings with Orochimaru!

"This old man still has Izanagi! This old man is immortal! Die!"

Danzō frantically formed hand seals, trying to activate the forbidden technique.

"Wearing our Uchiha eyes as decorations really disgusts me."

A chilling glint flared in Yoru's eyes. He gave Danzō no chance to finish his hand seals.

He raised his right leg, infused with violent senjutsu chakra, and stomped down viciously from above!

"Crack—splat!"

The sickening sound of bones and flesh being crushed echoed through the entire street.

That stomp did not merely shatter the bones in Danzō's right arm. Yoru's senjutsu chakra ground the embedded Sharingan, along with the surrounding meridians, into a puddle of pulp!

Danzō's treasured trump card was instantly destroyed.

"Aaaaaaah—!!!"

A shriek like a slaughtered pig burst from Danzō's throat.

He dropped to his knees with a thud, his left hand clutching his bloody right shoulder as his entire body convulsed in agony.

Cold sweat and tears smeared across his face, while a foul, wet stain spread beneath his crotch.

Shit and piss streamed out together.

The schemer who usually stood high above others and called himself the Root of Leaf Village was now more pathetic than a stray dog by the roadside.

"Lord Danzō!" The few surviving Root operatives tried to step forward and rescue him.

Yoru merely swept them a casual glance, the scarlet Mangekyō slowly turning in his eyes.

The men instantly felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar. They froze in place, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Yoru slowly crouched down, pinched Danzō's collar in disgust, and lifted his tear- and snot-streaked old face.

"Y-you... just kill me..." Danzō rolled his eyes from the pain, bloody foam spilling from his mouth.

"Kill you? That would be letting you off too easily."

Yoru looked at him as though he were a revolting maggot, a cruel curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sparing your worthless life not because I'm merciful."

"I want you, and that old fox Hiruzen Sarutobi, to open your dog eyes and see clearly."

Yoru slammed him back into that foul-smelling puddle, dusted off his hands, and rose to his feet.

"Watch how the Uchiha you personally drove away build a divine kingdom outside that will stand over your heads."

"Watch how this rotten Leaf Village you worked so hard to protect is destroyed bit by bit!"

Yoru turned around, tore a piece of clothing from a dead Anbu operative, and wiped the blood from his hands.

He walked toward Leaf Village's gates, leaving behind a field of corpses and the wailing Danzō.

"Clan Head Fugaku, Brother Minato, everyone."

Yoru's clear voice pierced through the morning mist of dawn.

"The air in this shithole reeks. Let's go."

Seeing the wreckage strewn across the ground, the Uchiha clansmen swallowed hard and hurriedly shouldered their luggage to follow him.

The massive iron gates of Leaf Village slowly opened behind them, revealing the vast world beyond.

Holding Naruto, Kushina walked beside Minato and could not help muttering under her breath.

"Minato, with our whole family and the entire Uchiha clan, all those mouths to feed... where are we supposed to settle down now?"

Fugaku also hurried to Yoru's side, brow tightly furrowed as he asked the question everyone cared about most.

"Yoru, we're missing-nin now. The major ninja villages will surely covet the Sharingan. Who exactly are we going to seek refuge with?"

Facing the rising sun, Yoru stretched lazily and grinned like a bandit preparing to raid a rich household.

"Where? Of course, we're going to feast on a rich man!"

"Tell me, in the ninja world, what rich old boss is wealthier than Ōnoki of the Hidden Stone Village—and hates Leaf Village even more?"