Daimyo's Mansion, council hall.
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind had an arm around two scantily clad beauties, watching the graceful dances below as he drank fine wine, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Seated below him were more than a dozen ministers trusted by the daimyo.
They were all fat and bloated, watching the songs and dances while showering him with flattery.
"Your Highness, today's dance is more exquisite than ever."
"Indeed, indeed. Only here with Your Highness can one enjoy such peerless song and dance."
Listening to their praise, the Daimyo of the Land of Wind let out a smug laugh.
Just then.
A samurai stumbled and crawled into the hall, his face filled with terror.
"Your Highness! Something's wrong!"
"Someone... someone has broken in!"
The music and dancing in the hall came to an abrupt halt.
The smile on the Daimyo of the Land of Wind's face froze, and he frowned in displeasure.
"Why are you panicking? Have you no decorum?!"
"Who dares cause trouble in the Daimyo's Mansion? Drag them out and behead them!"
The samurai was nearly in tears.
"We... we can't kill them, Your Highness!"
"The people outside... they're too strong! The brothers... the brothers can't stop them!"
"Useless trash!"
The Daimyo of the Land of Wind cursed furiously and smashed the wine cup in his hand onto the floor.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings! What use is there in raising you all?!"
Just as he was about to order the captain of the guards to lead the entire guard force and suppress them—
Boom!!!
The doors of the council hall were kicked open from the outside!
More than a dozen figures radiating bloody, murderous auras slowly walked in.
At their head was Uchiha Kenji.
Behind Uchiha Kenji, Uchiha Yao entered with his hands behind his back,