Upheaval in the Land of Whirlpools 1

Thirty-two years in Konoha, six years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In recent years, the major Ninja Village have been quietly accumulating strength, secretly maintaining a balance of power, and experiencing constant friction. Small-scale border conflicts have never ceased. What appears to be a peaceful and prosperous era is actually a turbulent undercurrent.

Spring is in full bloom, the Konoha are in full bloom, and the scene is one of peace and prosperity.

Kagami Uchiha stood on the highest terrace of the Hokage Building, overlooking the entire bustling village, his eyes revealing no trace of ease.

He knew clearly that the brief peace was over, and the Shinobi World would soon be engulfed in war again, returning to the main theme of conflict.

In the southeastern sea off the Land of Fire, the isolated island of the Uzumaki Clan had long been surrounded and annihilated by the Garou.

The war to destroy the Land of Whirlpools, which had been brewing for several years, was now imminent.

A short while later, a dark figure strode onto the terrace.

Danzo in dark, close-fitting clothes, had a cold expression and spoke in a steady tone, "Kagami, you wanted to see me."

Kagami Uchiha's gaze remained fixed on the southeast as he calmly stated, "Danzo, I hereby order you to depart immediately, taking Hatake Sakumo with you to the eastern part of the Land of Fire to take over the Fourth Corps's garrison."

Danzo narrowed slightly, and he spoke with certainty, "To the Fourth Corps? That's the Land of Whirlpools, isn't it? Looks like those people are about to make their move."

"As the head of the Intelligence Department, you should know what's going on," Kagami Uchiha said slowly, his expression solemn.

"The Shinobi World's countries still have a crude grasp of the Tailed Beast and an extremely low utilization rate, while the Land of Whirlpools' unparalleled Sealing Jutsu are something that all Ninja Village covet."

"Over the years, Kirigakure, Iwagakure, and even Kumogakure have been secretly colluding, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the Land of Whirlpools."

He turned to Danzo, his words clear and distinct. "A great war is imminent, Land of Whirlpools is in imminent danger."

"I'm sending you and Sakumo to guard the eastern border, not to immediately join the war, but to establish a presence in advance and await the opportune moment."

"If anything happens to the islands of the Land of Whirlpools, you must immediately come to the aid of the surviving members of the Land of Whirlpools and the orphans of refugees."

"You and Sakumo have full authority to decide on the specific circumstances, how to save lives, and what choices to make."

Danzo said in a deep voice, "I understand."

Kagami Uchiha's gaze was deep, and he added calmly:

"Preserve as many of the Uzumaki Clan's remaining flames as possible; save as many as you can."

One day, three months later.

The Land of Whirlpools, located southeast of the Land of Fire, a long-peaceful and tranquil island, suddenly plunged into hell tonight. Overnight, the roar of explosions was incessant, and the sounds of fighting and screams tore through the night sky.

Before most of the Uzumaki Clan, already fast asleep, could even comprehend the sudden turn of events, figures with green hair and white skin silently slipped into the house. With a swift stroke of their blades, countless people ceased breathing forever in their sleep.

The Whirlpool Country Shinobi, who were on duty and on guard, were shocked to see their former kinsmen drawing their swords against each other. Before they could even send out a warning signal, they were pierced through the body by a sharp blade from behind, and fell to the ground with a thud, dying with their eyes wide open.

They died unable to understand why their comrades, who had been by each other's side day and night and entrusted their backs to each other, would commit such a heinous act.

"What happened?"

"What happens?"

"How did the enemy break through the barrier and get in?"

"Where did the guarding ninjas go?"

The surviving Uzumaki Clan stared at the enemy troops pouring in from all directions, their eyes bloodshot, and roared madly.

All they received in response were Kunai flying everywhere, bursts of Kakkō from Explosive Tag, and pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent.

High atop the mountains behind the island, two figures silently surveyed the burning land below, a playful smile curving their lips. This catastrophe tonight was their doing.

These deceased members of the Uzumaki Clan will never understand why the Land of Whirlpools, with its profound heritage, was so easily conquered.

Those who possess Mind's Eye of the Kagura, the Uzumaki Clan who should have been able to sense all unusual movements, why did they all fall down before they could sound the alarm?

They couldn't understand why so Multiple Countries, ninja clans, and Ninja Village would suddenly unite to launch an attack on their Land of Whirlpools tonight.

"This is the end for the Uzumaki Clan." The black and white figure, Fool, spoke with undisguised sarcasm.

Looking down from their vantage point, the Uzumaki Clan, once renowned for its powerful Chakra and formidable vitality, now found their barrier collapsed and their elite forces compromised by internal infiltration and sabotage. Without their protection, they were like lambs to the slaughter under the siege of the Allied Shinobi Forces, quickly losing their ability to resist.

In the midst of the war, one by one, the Uzumaki Clan fought valiantly against the enemy were either suddenly stabbed in the back and died with a face full of pent-up resentment, or fell to the ground with their eyes wide open in death amidst the siege of numerous ninjas.

In the midst of war, the ninjas of the Uzumaki clan, fighting valiantly, either suffered betrayal from those around them and died with resentment, or were surrounded by enemies many times their number and collapsed from exhaustion.

Countless red-haired Uzumaki Clan fled in panic, but no matter where they hid on the island, the enemy could always pinpoint their hiding places and carry out targeted encirclement and destruction.

A lone member of the tribe fleeing alone was suddenly attacked by a seemingly safe companion, who stabbed him in the back. After the assassination, the assassins sank into the ground like ghosts, heading to their next target.

"Kill those bastards from the Land of Whirlpools!"

"Steal their Sealing Jutsu!"

"This day next year will be the anniversary of the Uzumaki Clan's death!"

Boom boom boom!

Explosions echoed continuously. Under the combined attack of Infiltrators and enemies, the once mighty Land of Whirlpools quickly fell. Overnight, this once- Shinobi World, was reduced to ruins, and raging fires turned half the night sky crimson.

Atop the mountain peak, a long-haired figure spoke slowly, his purple Rinnegan rippled with energy, his voice low and cold. "Zetsu, from this day forward, the Land of Whirlpools is erased from the Shinobi World."

"It's all thanks to Lord Madara leadership; the White Zetsu were simply doing their best," Black Zetsu said obsequiously from the side. "Congratulations, Lord Madara, on resolving your worries. It's just a pity that the Shapeshifting Technique can only bear a portion of Lord Madara's power. Otherwise, why would you have used the major powers to attack the Land of Whirlpools?"

"With you alone, what place in this Shinobi World can stop you!"

"There's nothing I can do about it. The Shapeshifting Technique can only hold a portion of my Chakra and abilities. If it could fully contain everything I have, not to mention the Land of Whirlpools, the Hashirama Shinobi World, even without Hashirama, would be my possession Madara Uchiha!" The man known as Madara looked domineeringly at the night sky, his tone arrogant and overbearing.

As he spoke, he clenched his fist with his five fingers pointing to the sky, as if everything in the world was under his control.

As he finished speaking, the man lowered his head, looked at the Kakkō Land of Whirlpools, and sighed, "It's just a pity that my true body is nearing its end, and even this puppet body has exhausted its Chakra."

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Perhaps it won't be long before I have to go and see Hashirama."

A long sigh, carrying the melancholy of a hero in his twilight years. Even someone as powerful as Madara Uchiha could not escape the erosion of time. If he could have lived a little longer, his grand plans could have been fully realized, but time waits for no one.

Seeing this, Black Zetsu stepped forward tactfully and reassured him, "Lord Madara, you can rest assured."

"We've made so many preparations beforehand, we're confident that everything will go perfectly."

"Besides, I've had the White Zetsu keep an eye on those people you asked me to keep an eye on, 24/7. I'm sure there won't be any problems," Black Zetsu solemnly assured him.

"Hmm, I hope so." Madara took one last look at the Land of Whirlpools engulfed in flames, then slowly closed his eyes. The puppet body 'Chakra was completely depleted, and it collapsed to the ground.

His once fiery red hair quickly turned gray, and his body withered, turning him into a lifeless, dried-up corpse.

It turned out that this was merely a puppet clone driven by the Shapeshifting Technique.

At this moment, in the Land of Whirlpools, dozens of young figures, protected by a group of people, were fleeing in panic towards the sea. They were guarded by red-haired ninjas wearing whirlpool Forehead Protector and masks.

"Miss Kushina, the future of the Land of Whirlpools rests on your shoulders."

"You must get to the Konoha ninja corps stationed in the east! Request their support!"

"No matter what happens, you must live on!"

"As long as you are alive, the Uzumaki Clan is not extinct!"