After hearing Ōnoki's warning, everyone's expression darkened.
The news that the Mangekyō Sharingan could even control tailed beasts was hardly good.
But when they turned their eyes back to Yan Uchiha, who was only twelve years old, their newfound apprehension was soon overwhelmed by anger.
They had a full three thousand elite shinobi on their side. The Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, was leading them personally, two great shinobi villages had joined forces, and four jinchūriki stood among their ranks.
This lineup was lavish to the point of absurdity.
Yet they faced only one person.
Even if the brat had awakened his Mangekyo, he was still only twelve. Faced with an encirclement like this, shouldn't any normal person have fled immediately? Instead, he hadn't even moved his feet.
What was that supposed to mean? Did he think nothing of them at all?
Were all members of the Uchiha Clan this arrogant?
Finally, some shinobi couldn't hold back their taunts.
"So you're Jin Uchiha?"
"You're young, but you've got quite a mouth on you. Even with the Mangekyo, do you really need to be this arrogant?"
"Surrounded by three thousand shinobi and still not running? Have your legs gone weak with fear?"
One mocking voice followed another, and their gazes grew increasingly contemptuous as they looked at Yan Uchiha.
Ōnoki, floating in midair, was equally displeased by his attitude.
He was using the Light-Weight Rock Technique. Though small in stature, he remained suspended in the air. Looking down at the defiant boy, he could only think that his arrogance knew no bounds.
So what if you've awakened the Mangekyo? Do you really think you're Madara Uchiha?
Ōnoki immediately called out coldly, "Yan Uchiha!"
"A power like the Mangekyo must not be allowed to remain in the shinobi world."
"You have only yourself to