Bang!
With a dull crash, the purple chakra barrier shattered like a soap bubble that had been poked through.
Uchiha Yoru withdrew his foot, still trailing wisps of smoke, and walked down from the wrecked platform as though nothing had happened.
In his hand, he dragged something covered in blood, limp as a puddle of mud.
It was Hiruzen Sarutobi, left with barely half a life after suffering the backlash of the Reaper Death Seal.
Thud.
Yoru casually tossed him away as if throwing out a bag of rotten garbage.
Without mercy, he flung the once all-powerful and universally revered Third Hokage onto the bloodstained grass at the center of the arena.
The tens of thousands of spectators fell completely silent.
Their mouths hung open as they stared blankly at the utterly surreal scene before them.
Their minds were blank.
What had just happened?
Lord Hokage... seemed to have fought with his rogue-ninja disciple?
Then... he had tried to perish together with that monster from the Stone Village?
And finally... the Death God he summoned seemed to have been kicked apart with one kick?!
There was too much to take in. Their brains simply could not process it all.
While everyone was still utterly dumbfounded—
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two black figures descended from the sky like ghosts.
They landed steadily beside Yoru.
They were none other than Itachi Uchiha and Shisui Uchiha.
Neither of them wore a mask.
Their equally handsome yet vastly different faces were exposed to everyone's gaze.
"Shi... Shisui?!"
The Konoha jōnin in the stands erupted in shocked cries when they recognized the curly-haired young man.
"Body Flicker Shisui?! Wasn't he dead long ago?!"
But what made their scalps tingle even more was the "cargo" the two men were holding.
Thud.
Itachi and Shisui casually threw him down.