Fury of Yaoyu and Yakumi! Hiruzen Sarutobi, Shimura Danzō!

These two were not ordinary Uchiha guards; they were after him and Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"Yaoyu, Yakumi." Natsu's voice was not loud, and her tone was as calm as if she were instructing someone to fill the teacup.

Yaoyu's voice was hoarse, and his knuckles gripping the knife were white. "Young Master Natsu, that's Hiruzen Sarutobi! And Shimura Danzō! They—"

Natsu gently set down the teacup, the porcelain making a very faint, crisp sound as it tapped against the table.

"I know. Sheath your swords." The two Tachi were sheathed almost simultaneously, and the killing intent vanished in the same instant, as if the suffocating pressure from before had never existed.

The Yaoyu and Yakumi retreated behind Natsu, who stood as silent as two stone statues, but their eyes remained fixed on Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shimura Danzō, the hatred in their Sharingan intense and unyielding.

Hashirama slowly lowered his hand Hand Seals, let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I say, Natsu Yin, the way you people from Flame Ninja Village greet each other is really unique. If my heart wasn't strong, I would have collapsed by now."

But as he spoke, his gaze unconsciously swept over the Yaoyu and Yakumi again.

When that killing intent erupted just now, he clearly sensed the true strength of the two guards—although they were still far inferior to himself and Madara, they had already surpassed Tobirama.

He had initially thought that the Uchiha clan of Flame Ninja Village was only holding up the Uchiha King alone, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.

Madara slowly withdrew his Sharingan, shifting his gaze from the Yaoyu and Yakumi to Natsu's face.

He remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking, his tone more solemn than ever before. "You are not ninjas of this world."

Hashirama paused for a moment, about to ask Madara what he was talking about, when Tobirama reacted first, frowning as he looked at Natsu with disbelief in his voice.

"You're ninjas from a parallel universe?!"

He had studied Space-Time Ninjutsu; the Flying Thunder God Technique was his creation, so he understood the difficulty of traversing time and space better than anyone else.

Even just teleporting one person consumes an astronomical amount of Chakra.

The young man before them had not only come alone, but had also brought two guards with him.

Natsu picked up the teacup, calmly took a sip, and then gently placed the teacup back on the table.

"As expected of Tobirama Senju, his reaction is faster than anyone else's." He raised his eyes, his crimson Sharingan swirling slightly in his pupils. "That's right, we are indeed not ninjas from this world."

The reason why Yaoyu and Yakumi hate Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shimura Danzō is because in our world, the two of them joined forces to push the Uchiha Clan to the brink of extinction.

The air in the main hall suddenly froze. The last trace of a smile on Hashirama's face slowly faded, Madara's Sharingan narrowed slightly, and Tobirama's fingers tightened silently.

Hiruzen Sarutobi his mouth, instinctively wanting to say "How is this possible?", but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Danzo's face turned ashen in that instant.

Extermination of the entire clan.

This word was too heavy, so heavy that no one present knew how to react.

Natsu didn't give them time to process it.

He slowly stood up, and his Mangekyō Sharingan suddenly lit up in his pupils, with strange patterns swirling in his eyes like two cold, blood-red moons.

"But don't worry. I won't kill them now." His voice was very soft, as soft as a feather drifting down from above. "Killing them would be too easy."

The Genjutsu unfolded silently.

Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shimura Danzō froze simultaneously, their pupils dilating as the main hall of the Hokage Building collapsed and shattered in an instant, replaced by a clan territory they knew all too well.

The Sarutobi Clan's territory. The Shimura Clan's territory. Then, blood splattered into the sky.

Hiruzen Sarutobi knelt before his own gate, watching his clansmen, whom he had watched grow up, fall one by one.

He tried to rush forward, but found that he couldn't even move a single finger.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out.

He could only watch helplessly as that face, exactly like his own, stood coldly in the center of the clan's territory, personally severing the future of the Sarutobi Clan piece by piece.

Danzo saw something even more cruel—his lifelong belief in "sacrificing everything for the village" was transformed into the most ironic reflection in the Genjutsu.

He watched as he ordered the execution of the clansmen he had promised to protect, and watched as the Shimura Clan crest was crushed to pieces in a pool of blood.

He couldn't even tell whether it was Genjutsu or a choice he had truly made deep down.

When the Genjutsu: Release, the two of them knelt down at the same time, panting heavily, their bodies soaked in cold sweat, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's hands were trembling violently; Danzo's fingernails had dug into the flesh of his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers onto the floor.

Natsu paused at the doorway. He didn't turn around; his voice wasn't loud, but it was like a nail hammered into everyone's ears.

"From this day forward, with every decision you make, remember what you saw today. You never know if it will become a reality in the future." He tilted his head slightly, his profile appearing cold and indifferent in the light and shadow of the corridor.

"Look closely. This is just the beginning. I've left a gift here—it will open by itself when the time comes. You will never forget it."

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze and stepped out of the main hall.

Yaoyu and Yakumi followed closely behind. As they brushed past Hiruzen Sarutobi, Yakumi gave the two of them a cold glance, while Yaoyu didn't even look at them, only snorting through his nose, his voice full of disdain and suppressed killing intent.

To be honest, Natsu didn't dislike Tobirama Senju.

The Uchiha Clan has never been a family that can't afford to lose.

Tobirama Senju won through skill—on the battlefield, it's real combat, whether it's strategy or Forbidden Technique, the victor is king and the loser is villain; a loss is a loss.

The Uchiha accepted that they were outmatched in strength and outmatched.

But Hiruzen Sarutobi and Shimura Danzō different.

They didn't win on the battlefield; they won by stabbing each other in the back.

By exploiting the Uchiha Clan's sense of honor and using the so-called "righteousness" as a rope, they pushed the Uchiha to the front lines time and time again.

During the Second Shinobi World War and Third Shinobi World War, the Uchiha Clan was forced to withstand the entire Kirigakure's offensive under the pretext of "Konoha needs you." The clan's elites were replaced time and again, and they didn't even receive a decent commendation after returning from the war.

When the Uchiha were severely weakened, they showed no respect whatsoever. Instead, they intensified their schemes, tightening the noose around the Uchiha's neck layer by layer.