Fists Are the Only Hard Truth

"How is that possible? This has to be fake. Google Search Read."

A rough voice rang out. The wooden boards creaked as a nearly two-hundred-pound fat man stood up among the clansmen.

Uchiha Feibo, a man whose taijutsu was particularly formidable within the clan.

He had once slaughtered an entire Jonin squad by himself, bathed in blood. His achievements were renowned, and his vicious reputation had spread far and wide.

They called him the Konoha Honey Badger.

"What does a little kid like you know about the situation? Stop spouting nonsense and stirring things up here. Go play somewhere else."

Feibo shouted as he moved forward, intending to throw this little brat out.

In his eyes, so what if Itachi was some genius of the younger generation? At the end of the day, he was still wet behind the ears. He bragged all day long, but wasn't it only because his father was the clan head?

How many real combat records did he even have?

Not convinced? Then get up there and try it yourself.

"I advise you not to be too presumptuous. Everyone has the right to speak at a clan meeting, but interrupting me like this shows a complete lack of respect."

Itachi's face darkened. His fair, childish hands slowly formed a single hand seal before his chest. In the Shinobi World, once someone began forming seals, it meant an open and honorable duel was about to begin.

And in this war-torn world, strength was everything.

"Hey, kid, don't tell me you want to have a ninja duel with me."

Feibo was so angry that he laughed. In his eyes, only the strong deserved to be remembered. At least to him, this boy's only identity was the clan head's son.

But since the other side had provoked him first, a savage expression immediately appeared on his fat face. The surrounding clansmen hurriedly cleared an open space.

Compared to this tiny child, his mountain-like body alone made this an absolute case of bullying the weak.

"Itachi, don't be too reckless."

Fugaku Uchiha quickly warned him. No matter what, Feibo was one of the few Jonin powerhouses in their clan. He had been through countless battles and had displayed great might during the Ninja World War.

If things went wrong, Itachi could suffer a major loss.

"I know what I'm doing."

Itachi Uchiha took a deep breath, waved his hand, and stepped forward with calm eyes.

The moment he awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan, the entire world had become incomparably clear before him. It was as though even the passage of time could be caught by those eyes.

The Uchiha Clan ranked its members by the power of their eyes. It was time for the clansmen to submit to the rule of their young master.

Not just anyone could bark in front of him!

"Can he really do this?"

"Isn't Itachi being too careless?"

"That's Konoha Feibo, the so-called Heavy Artillery! Even within our clan, his taijutsu ranks among the strongest."

"Don't forget, this is a duel between two Jonin."

"It's good for young people to have pride, but don't think a few awards from the Ninja Academy mean you can come out here and swagger around."

"What do you mean by that? If you're so capable, then get up there yourself, coward."

"Itachi is so handsome! I like him so much."

"He's so cool. That side profile is making me fall for him. When he grows up, I'm marrying my daughter to him."

"If a young man isn't wild, he's wasted his youth."

The clansmen whispered among themselves. Even Shisui, standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know why Itachi had suddenly been acting so strangely lately; many of his actions were completely out of character.

Yet when he looked at that back, he suddenly felt as if he were seeing the shadows of their ancestors.

"You make the first move. Don't say I'm bullying the weak."

Itachi sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

He didn't merely intend to win this match.

For a proud Uchiha, when had he ever endured such condescending pressure from someone weaker?

Feibo instantly flew into a rage. His rear leg slammed down, blasting a small crater into the ground. His terrifying speed and incredible weight closed in behind Itachi in an instant.

Feibo formed the Rat-Tiger-Dog-Ox hand seals in the blink of an eye.

"He's so fast!"

The clansmen cried out, while a cruel, ferocious glint flashed across Feibo's face.

[Fierce Snake Step, Taijutsu: Flying Fat Hand!]

His two arms suddenly enlarged, soft and flexible like snakes as they reached for Itachi. Their curved attack paths extended several meters, completely surrounding him.

"Orochimaru's ninjutsu?"

Itachi frowned. He had never expected this man's ninjutsu to resemble that of one of Konoha's Three Ninja so closely.

"Do you only know how to run?!"

Feibo shouted. Seeing Itachi perform a backward flip to evade, he drove his other arm straight into the ground.

The next second, an arm like a giant python burst from the earth beneath Itachi and seized his ankle.

As long as he could wrap him up, death would await him, ending the battle!

At that moment, even the Uchiha clansmen watching from the sidelines believed the battle was nearly over.

"As you wish."

With a cold snort, countless Crows suddenly cawed and scattered through the air.

The Itachi Uchiha who had been caught vanished before their eyes in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several Kunai flew wildly through the air. Their sharp speed startled even Jonin Uchiha Feibo, who hurriedly raised his hands to block.

Yet those Kunai seemed like headless flies, casually streaking past and embedding themselves around him.

"Is that all you've got? At this level, you probably haven't even graduated from the Ninja Academy yet!"

Feibo grinned viciously. Sure enough, he was just a little brat. Feibo had thought he was something special and had come in fully prepared, only to find that he'd used a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The only thing he needed to watch out for was probably the genjutsu from those eyes. But as a member of the Uchiha Clan himself, he wasn't afraid in the slightest.

Suddenly, he saw the corner of Itachi's lips curl slightly, and a sense of unease abruptly surged in his heart.

"Then have a taste of this."

Dozens of Kunai suddenly appeared in Itachi's hands. After spinning to gather momentum, he scattered them toward Feibo like heavenly flowers raining down.

The dense barrage left even a Jonin struggling to cope. But what made Feibo's scalp tingle was that the Kunai embedded around him were set into motion by the force and rotation of Itachi's attack.

In that instant, dozens of Kunai attacked Uchiha Feibo from every direction without a single blind spot.

"How is this possible?"

Even Fugaku cried out in shock. This operation, practically miraculous, opened his eyes.

Kunai could actually be used like this?!

Clang!

Feibo desperately defended himself, knocking aside the attacking Kunai and shuriken with the weapon in his hand.

But in an instant, his back was pierced like a hedgehog, several wounds splitting open across it. The calculations had been precise to the extreme; otherwise, those wouldn't have been wounds, but holes torn through his body.

"So, are you convinced now?"

Just as Feibo was about to get up and fight again, a sharp blade suddenly rested against his neck. The bone-chilling gleam made his whole body tremble.

Even more terrifyingly, the scarlet tomoe Sharingan that represented absolute power was spinning relentlessly before his eyes.

The seemingly wet-behind-the-ears Itachi had actually grown to such an extent.

Fists were the only hard truth.

Only today did they truly understand just how terrifying Itachi's strength was. In only a few breaths, a Jonin powerhouse had been defeated without any suspense. Worthy of being the Anbu's sharp blade.

Everyone was drenched in cold sweat.

After dealing with them, Itachi returned directly to his seat and closed his eyes to rest, looking like a cool guy who never turned back to look at explosions. His profile was razor-sharp.

[Congratulations, Host]

[A new faction has emerged within the Uchiha Clan: Migration Faction]

[Percentage: 3%]

[Migration Faction Leader: Itachi Uchiha]

[Faction members: 83 young girls, 21 old men]