Tobirama Steps In Personally, His Killing Intent as Thick as Ink!

Shimura Danzō stood where he was, his entire body trembling violently.

Half from rage, half from fear.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how the ten Root elites he had sent out—each a master assassin—had turned into ten cold corpses overnight, then been displayed in the Hokage Building's conference room in such a humiliating manner!

What terrified him even more was Uchiha Xuan's final remark, along with the piece of skin thrown before him bearing the Cursed Tongue Eradication Seal.

The evidence was irrefutable!

He could not even muster a single word of defense!

He had privately ordered the assassination of a "hero" who had rendered great service to the village—and one who had just been exceptionally promoted to chunin by the Hokage.

If that charge were confirmed, then no matter how much Senju Tobirama favored him, he would not be able to protect him!

"I... I didn't... They aren't my men!"

Danzo's lips trembled as he made one final, feeble struggle.

"Lord Hokage! This... this is slander! This Uchiha brat is framing me!"

Seeing Danzo's fierce facade and inward cowardice, his utterly disgraceful appearance, the mockery in Uchiha Xuan's smile deepened.

"Oh? They aren't your men?"

He stepped forward and kicked aside a corpse, revealing a short blade carved with a special insignia.

"Then whose standard-issue short blade is this, stamped with the Root insignia? Don't tell me I forged ten of them myself, stuck them into their bodies, then carried them here to frame you?"

"Lord Danzo, do you take everyone present for fools?"

"You!"

Danzo was left speechless. Flames nearly burst from his single eye.

The atmosphere in the conference room became bizarrely tense.

The other higher-ups present, the clan heads of the Ino–Shika–Cho clans, the Hyuga, and the others, all stared at their noses and contemplated their hearts, pretending to be mute.

They were not fools. At this point, the truth was already plain as day.

Yet none of them dared speak.

Because everyone knew that Shimura Danzō was Second Hokage Senju Tobirama's most loyal dog!

To beat a dog, one had to consider its master!

Just as Danzo was being humiliated beyond all recognition and teetering on the brink of collapse,

Senju Tobirama, who had been seated in the place of honor in silence, finally spoke.

"Enough."

His voice was not loud, yet it was like a Siberian cold front, instantly dropping the temperature of the entire conference room by several degrees.

Everyone's hearts sank sharply.

They could all hear it: there was no reproach for Danzo in the Second Hokage's voice. Instead... it was filled with icy fury toward Uchiha Xuan!

Senju Tobirama slowly rose to his feet.

He did not look at the pile of corpses on the floor, nor did he look at his miserable "dog."

His gaze was like two poison-coated ice awls, locked firmly onto Uchiha Xuan.

"Uchiha Xuan."

His voice was bitterly cold.

"You secretly learned and used a forbidden technique. That is your first crime."

He pointed at the corpses on the floor, pierced through by Wood Release.

Wood Release!

At those two words, every higher-up present aside from Hiruzen Sarutobi, who had known already, turned pale!

Was that not the First Hokage's exclusive Kekkei Genkai?!

How could an Uchiha brat possibly use Wood Release?!

"You disregarded village laws and slaughtered fellow village shinobi. That is your second crime."

Tobirama's voice grew colder and colder, as though it would freeze the very air.

"You showed no respect for your elders, broke into the Hokage Building, and openly provoked Konoha's higher-ups with such bloody methods. That is your third crime!"

He took a step forward. A vast and terrifying killing intent, as immense as mountains and seas, crashed toward Uchiha Xuan like a tangible tsunami!

"Tell me, Uchiha Xuan!"

His voice was like a demon god roaring from the depths of hell, making the entire conference room hum and tremble.

"Is there still a village in your eyes?! Is there still a Hokage in your eyes?!"

Boom!

That killing intent, as dense as indelible ink and carrying the horrifying pressure of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly enveloped Uchiha Xuan.

The other higher-ups present merely caught the aftershock of that killing intent and felt as if they had been thrown into an ice cellar. Their entire bodies stiffened, and even breathing became difficult.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's face went deathly pale. He wanted to plead for his disciple, but before his teacher's fully unleashed killing intent, it felt as though an invisible hand had seized his throat, leaving him unable to utter even a sound.

Too terrifying!

This was the full pressure of the Second Hokage, a Kage-level powerhouse who had made countless enemies quake in fear upon the battlefield!

At the center of such divine-punishment-like killing intent, a twelve-year-old boy would not merely be unable to resist—he likely would not even be able to stand. His mind would collapse instantly, turning him into a complete idiot!

However.

A scene that left everyone, including Senju Tobirama, dumbfounded occurred.

At the center of that terrifying killing intent, enough to make mountains and rivers pale and strike fear into even jonin,

Uchiha Xuan simply stood there quietly.

Not even the corner of his robe fluttered in the slightest.

His seemingly frail back was ramrod straight, like a spear piercing the heavens, proud and unyielding.

He was even smiling.

At the corner of his lips hung a faint, cold curve.

Facing Senju Tobirama's gaze, enough to kill someone ten thousand times over, there was not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes—only an equally intense, bone-deep coldness and indifference.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

The entire conference room was terrifyingly silent.

There remained only a high-and-mighty Kage, his rage soaring to the heavens,

and an unyielding youth, meeting him with cold eyes.

Their gazes met.

Sparks flew.

"Lord Hokage, what imposing authority."

After a long while, Uchiha Xuan finally spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it was like a thunderclap exploding through the deathly silent conference room.

"But before convicting me, shouldn't you first ask why that loyal dog at your feet tried to kill me, this 'hero'?"