The night was pitch-black and eerily quiet.
Konoha was usually like a haven untouched by the world. By this hour, most civilians were sound asleep.
But things were different at the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Patrols poured out one after another. The Chunin gathered, then scattered to seal off every approach around the Uchiha District.
Pairs of Sharingan began spinning, looking downright sinister in the darkness.
The Jonin were hardly idle either.
The Uchiha leaders gave them direct orders to find ways into the other Shinobi Clans' home grounds, as close to their heartlands as possible.
Everyone was waiting.
The moment a signal flare rose above the Uchiha Clan Compound, they would strike those clans and retaliate with all the brutality they could muster.
Even Fugaku and Jin had slipped into the Sarutobi Clan's territory.
There was no mistaking it. This time, the Uchiha had unleashed every ounce of their madness.
They had simply abandoned the defense of their own home.
Doesn't the village want us dead? Then we'll leave ourselves wide open. Come and kill us.
But if you dare strike, we'll drive our knives straight into the hearts of the other Shinobi Clans. No one gets away.
Every light in the Hokage Building was on.
The heads of every Shinobi Clan and everyone with authority to make decisions were present, without exception.
Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura stood at the front, explaining over and over how much chaos the village would face if the Uchiha scourge was allowed to remain.
The people below were reluctant, but in the end, they all nodded.
They had no choice.
What the Uchiha had done this time crossed the line.
If they actually pulled it off, every clan represented here would go down with them.
The moment they nodded, Danzo stood up.
"Hiruzen,