This Rotten Leaf Village, I'm Done Serving It Today!

The cold wind whistled through the shattered stone walls.

In front of the entire Uchiha Clan compound, silence reigned.

Everyone had been stunned by that thunderous kick. Clan head Fugaku had even forgotten to breathe, staring wide-eyed at the tall, straight-backed figure standing before them.

That was Uchiha Yoru? That kid who had always kept such a low profile in the Military Police Force?

After the brief dead silence, Danzō's lone eye suddenly narrowed.

Not only was he unafraid, a twisted ecstasy surged into his eyes instead.

An excuse—hadn't it just delivered itself right to him?!

"Good! What a fine Uchiha!"

Danzō slammed his cane heavily against the ground, his voice so shrill it cracked.

"Openly attacking Root while it carries out official duties—the Uchiha Clan clearly intends to rebel against the village! The evidence is irrefutable!"

He abruptly raised his uninjured left arm and pointed straight at Uchiha Yoru's nose, as though clutching at a lifeline.

"All Anbu, heed my command! Execute them on the spot! Show no mercy!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Dozens of Root shinobi around them drew their ninja blades at once. Their icy glints merged into a single sheet as intense killing intent instantly locked onto Yoru in the center.

The Uchiha clansmen's expressions changed drastically. They activated their Sharingan one after another, ready to fight for their lives.

Amid this deadlock, with swords drawn and bows bent—

"Hahahahaha!"

Yoru suddenly threw back his head and burst into wild laughter.

Pure senjutsu chakra laced that laughter, spreading outward like tangible shockwaves and making the leaves on the surrounding trees tremble violently.

That mocking, maniacal laughter pierced through half of Leaf Village, echoing back and forth through the morning sky.

"Rebelling against the village? Irrefutable evidence?"

Yoru stopped laughing and looked at Danzō as if he were some ridiculous clown.

"You old dog, if you want to pin a charge on us, just say so. Why put on this big bad wolf act?"

Danzō's aged face darkened, his beard trembling with rage. "Still spouting nonsense at death's door? Kill him!"

"Trying to silence me already?"

Yoru snorted, his voice amplified by chakra until it boomed deafeningly.

"Back then, Sakumo Hatake fought himself to the brink of death for the village. You higher-ups feared his achievements would overshadow you, so you used rumors to drive him to suicide in his own home!"

"Today, during the Nine-Tails disaster, the Fourth Hokage and his wife risked their lives to seal that fox. They had barely survived, and you turned around and came to purge the Military Police Force!"

Yoru took a sharp step forward, his blazing gaze boring into Danzō.

"When we're useful, you call us heroes. When we're not, you use us as stepping stones!"

"This is the Will of Fire you keep shouting about? Don't make me sick!"

Every word Yoru spoke was like a heavy hammer crashing into the hearts of everyone present.

The regular Anbu, who had been brimming with killing intent, paused in their movements. Beneath their masks, a trace of hesitation flashed through their eyes.

What had happened to White Fang had always been a village taboo. Now, Yoru had torn away that fig leaf directly, exposing the bloody truth beneath.

"Utter nonsense! Tear his mouth apart!"

Danzō had completely panicked, hopping madly as he roared.

The dozen or so Root death warriors were emotionless. At the command, they instantly turned into streaks of black shadow.

Wielding their sharp ninja blades, they pounced at Yoru from every direction, targeting his blind spots.

"Yoru! Watch your back!"

Fugaku's face drained of color. He wanted to help, but it was already too late.

Facing the chilling web of blades descending from above, Yoru did not even draw the ninja blade on his back.

He merely twisted his neck casually.

Boom!

A muffled sonic boom erupted from where he stood, and Yoru vanished into thin air.

The Root shinobi charging in front only saw a blur before his blade struck nothing but empty air.

Before he could react, a long, powerful hand had already lightly pressed against his chest.

Crack!

The sound of ribs breaking made everyone's teeth ache.

Like he had been struck by a speeding train, the Root shinobi spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward into the crowd, knocking over a large group of people.

This was the dimensional crushing power of a max-level character!

There was no need for fancy ninjutsu. With nothing but a body tempered by senjutsu chakra, his speed and strength already completely overwhelmed this bunch of trash.

Yoru was like a tiger among sheep, his figure becoming a bolt of black lightning as he darted through Root's encirclement.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dull sounds of fists striking flesh merged into a continuous roar before the compound gates in the morning light.

No wasted movements. No flashy hand seals. Just the pure aesthetics of violence!

One side kick shattered the man on his left's jaw.

One elbow strike broke the man on his right's arm.

In barely more than a dozen breaths—

The dozens of Root elites who had been so aggressive moments earlier were now sprawled all over the ground, clutching their broken bones and writhing in agony.

Yet Yoru still stood where he had been.

Not even the hem of his clothes had picked up a speck of dust.

The entire scene fell into deathly silence once more.

Fugaku was dumbfounded. The Uchiha clansmen were dumbfounded. Even the remaining regular Anbu could not help backing away two steps.

The hands gripping their blades trembled uncontrollably.

This was a genin?

This was fucking a tailed beast wearing a genin's skin!

"You... what kind of monster are you?"

Looking at his subordinates rolling around on the ground, Danzō finally revealed a trace of uncontrollable panic in his lone eye.

The hand gripping his cane trembled slightly. He instinctively retreated half a step and hid behind several Anbu.

Yoru ignored him, not even sparing him an extra glance.

He turned around and looked at the Uchiha clansmen behind him, who had been stunned senseless.

He looked at their faces, so repressed and furious, yet filled with confusion.

These were his blood-related kin in this world—the clansmen who had been treated as outsiders in the village and guarded against by the higher-ups like thieves for so many years.

Yoru took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more resolute than ever.

"Have you all seen it clearly?"

He pointed at the Root shinobi on the ground. His voice was not loud, but every Uchiha heard it clearly.

"This is what our concessions have brought us!"

"Taking one step back doesn't bring open skies and vast seas. It only invites them to push further, to trample us beneath their feet and skin us alive!"

Fugaku's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something about preserving the greater good.

But when he met Yoru's sharp gaze, he ultimately swallowed the words.

"Since Leaf Village treats us like dogs, then I'm done serving this rotten village today!"

Yoru abruptly drew the ninja blade from his back and swung it behind him.

The wooden plaque of the Konoha Military Police Force hanging on the nearby wall was instantly split in two, sending splinters flying everywhere.

"Anyone who doesn't want to stay here and wait for death, come with me! We'll build a place that truly belongs to us!"

That furious roar was like lightning tearing through the night, completely igniting the rage the Uchiha Clan had suppressed for decades!

After a brief silence, someone in the crowd shouted first.

"Go! We're going with Brother Yoru! I've had enough of this bullshit!"

Then, the response spread like wildfire.

Hundreds, thousands of scarlet Sharingan lit up simultaneously in the dawn, densely packed together and gathering into a sea of furious blood that made hearts tremble.

Fugaku looked at his agitated clansmen, then at Yoru standing at the very front like a god of slaughter, and shook his head with a bitter smile.

He suddenly reached up and viciously tore off the Konoha Military Police Force armband he had worn for years.

"Things have come to this. Leaf Village truly has no place for us anymore."

Fugaku strode to Yoru's side. His eyes transformed into three-tomoe Sharingan as he fixed a deadly stare on Danzō across from them, his tone carrying the ruthless resolve of someone who had smashed his own boat.

"Yoru, give the orders. Which way are we killing our way out today?!"