Impeachment! The Clan Head Must Step Down!

Everyone's gaze followed Lu Ming's direction and converged on that young figure.

Shisui raised his head and spoke.

"Lu Ming..."

"I love the clan that gave birth to me and raised me, but I also deeply love Konoha."

He swept his gaze over the radical clansmen around him.

"I firmly oppose using an extreme military measure like a coup to resolve our conflicts. If the clan remains stubborn and insists on launching this doomed coup..."

At this point, Shisui's eyes widened. The three tomoe in his eyes spun and intertwined, transforming into the pattern of a four-bladed windmill.

Mangekyō Sharingan!

A tangible ocular power, colder than the combined power of the previous forty-three pairs of Three Tomoe, spread outward.

"If you insist on going your own way, I will personally stop you!"

Combined with the pressure of the Mangekyō Sharingan, those words suppressed every radical.

Uchiha Inabi's eyes widened as he staggered back repeatedly.

"M-Mangekyō Sharingan?! Shisui awakened those legendary eyes!"

Uchiha Yashiro's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

He knew exactly what this meant.

As the Uchiha's only publicly known Mangekyō wielder, Shisui possessed the strongest combat power in the entire clan.

If the coup broke out and Shisui stood with the Konoha Leadership, how could they possibly fight this battle?

Shisui alone was enough to deal them a devastating blow!

Shisui's clear stance and display of power silenced the radicals who had been clamoring for a coup.

Lu Ming continued, turning to look at another young figure standing behind Fugaku.

"Then what about you, Itachi?"

Lu Ming asked.

"As the clan head's eldest son and the genius unanimously acknowledged by the clan, what is your stance?"

The attention of everyone present shifted from Shisui to eleven-year-old Itachi Uchiha.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to declare his position.

Fugaku Uchiha, seated in the main seat, looked at his son.

He had just announced his support for the coup under immense pressure.

If his eldest son, hailed as the future of the clan, stepped forward to support him now, he could still retain some dignity as clan head.

"Itachi, tell them your choice."

Fugaku asked.

However, Itachi remained silent. He lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly.

Images of his childhood flashed through his mind, of his father taking him onto the battlefield of the Third Shinobi World War.

Severed limbs littering the ground, the overpowering stench of blood, the desperate wails of those on the verge of death...

Slaughter and death had filled him with hatred for war.

After a long while, Itachi raised his head.

"I... oppose the coup."

His voice echoed throughout the basement.

The entire hall erupted!

"What did you say?!"

Fugaku stared at his son.

The radical clansmen began shouting.

"Itachi, have you lost your mind? You're the clan head's eldest son!"

"You won't support your own father? That's unforgivable!"

Faced with the accusations around him, Itachi did not back down. He loudly gave his reasons.

"A coup cannot solve anything. If war breaks out within the village, then regardless of whether we win or lose, Konoha will be severely weakened."

"Do you think the other shinobi villages are blind?"

"Kumogakure and Iwagakure have always been watching us like hawks. Once Konoha falls into internal turmoil, they will seize the opportunity!"

Itachi said loudly.

"When that happens, the flames of war will spread across the entire Shinobi World, and the Fourth Shinobi World War will break out."

"Countless innocent people will die, and the Uchiha will be completely destroyed in the flames of war! I will never support an act that pushes everyone into the abyss!"

As the clan head's son, he had publicly stabbed his own father in the back at the most critical moment and explicitly opposed the coup.

Itachi's choice shattered Fugaku's last psychological defense and plunged the entire hall into chaos.

"Did you hear that?!"

Lu Ming let out an angry roar, drowning out the clamor in the hall.

He strode to the center of the room, looked at the grim-faced radical clansmen, and rebuked them harshly.

"Even an eleven-year-old child sees things more clearly than you idiots who have lived for decades."

"You frogs at the bottom of a well are arrogant beyond belief!"

"What gives you the right to say that about us?!"

Inabi gritted his teeth, still putting up his final stubborn resistance.

"We have the Military Police Force's elite. We have so many Three Tomoe. As long as we catch them off guard..."

"Shut up!"

Lu Ming cut him off. His chakra erupted at full force, and the pressure forced Inabi to one knee.

"Catch them off guard? What do you think the Konoha Leadership truly fears?"

"Do they fear you loudmouths with ordinary tomoe Sharingan, who struggle to defeat even a Jonin?"

Lu Ming pointed at them.

"Stop flattering yourselves. What the leadership truly fears is Madara Uchiha, who once swept through armies with ease."

"They fear the Mangekyō Sharingan that can control Tailed Beasts, not worthless trash like you."

Lu Ming's words shredded the radicals' last scraps of pride.

"Look at yourselves now. Your hearts aren't united, and you're nothing but a disorganized mess. Your strength has long since declined!"

Lu Ming pressed forward step by step, laying out the cruelest reality.

"Even if we take ten thousand steps back, even if you step in dog shit and somehow really kill the Third Hokage and the leadership, and the coup succeeds, then what?"

"Will the Hyuga clan submit to you? Will Ino-Shika-Cho obey your commands?"

"Konoha has ten times, even a hundred times more civilian shinobi than our clan has shinobi! What will you use to win them over? What will you use to rule them?!"

Every radical clansman was left speechless.

All they had thought about was how to kill the leadership. They had never considered the mess that would follow after seizing power.

"The Uchiha lost the absolute power to suppress everything that they possessed when the village was founded long ago!"

Lu Ming hit the heart of the matter.

"Launching a coup rashly will make it impossible to control Konoha. It will only trigger a civil war. Not only will you be unable to resist an invasion by the other four great shinobi villages, you will drag the entire clan to its destruction!"

Looking at the radicals whose faces had turned ashen, Lu Ming sneered and decided to reveal his final trump card.

"Do you think the leadership is truly unaware of your secret gatherings at Naka Shrine?"

Lu Ming said.

"You think this is a desperate counterattack? Stop dreaming!"

"This is nothing more than a grave that old fox Shimura Danzō personally dug for you!"

"What?!"

Yashiro looked up, his face filled with horror.

"Use your pig brains and think carefully!"

Lu Ming looked at them.

"Why did Danzo deliberately push you step by step? Why did he keep cutting the Military Police Force's funding? Why did he tolerate the villagers ostracizing and suppressing you?"

"He did it to drive you into a corner and lure brainless idiots like you into launching a coup!"

Lu Ming's words shocked every clansman.

"As long as you dare to draw your swords first, as long as you dare to take the first step toward a coup."

"Danzo will have the most righteous and reasonable excuse to mobilize ANBU, Root, and the entirety of Konoha's power to wipe out the Uchiha Clan completely! Not a single survivor will be left!"

"You aren't just throwing your lives away. You're voluntarily placing your necks beneath the enemy's executioner's blade! You're playing right into his hands!"

Clatter.

The kunai in Yashiro's hand fell to the ground.

Inabi slumped onto the floor, his eyes lifeless.

Every clansman present, whether radical or conservative, wore an incomparably grim expression and had nothing to say.

They finally understood that their so-called passion and coup plan were nothing more than a laughable monkey show in the eyes of those political leaders.

After completely destroying the radicals' psychological defenses, Lu Ming turned around.

His gaze finally locked onto the man slumped in the main seat, who seemed to have aged ten years.

"And you, Fugaku Uchiha!"

Lu Ming extended a finger directly toward Fugaku's face.

"As clan head, during this crisis that concerns the life and death of the clan, your stance has wavered and your decisions have been erratic!"

Lu Ming listed Fugaku's crimes one by one.

"On Nine-Tails Night, you compromised out of weakness and missed the best opportunity to clear the clan's name!"

"When the clan was forced to relocate, you swallowed your anger and pushed the clan into the abyss of isolation!"

"Now, facing the pressure of the radicals and this obvious coup trap that leads only to death, you rashly declared your support for the coup just to preserve your ridiculous position as clan head!"

Lu Ming pressed forward step by step, and his overwhelming presence completely crushed Fugaku.

"Your decisions constantly change, and you have no sense of responsibility! A weak and incompetent man like you, who only drifts with the current, is utterly unfit to lead the Uchiha!"

Lu Ming raised his arm, pointed straight at the door, and delivered the final judgment.

"To save this clan that you are about to push into the abyss, you must step down!"