Shinobi World No. 1, Konohagakure, Uchiha Clan Compound.
The Meeting Hall.
The air was so heavy it seemed water could be wrung from it.
The Uchiha Clan's elders, Jonin, and core members packed the entire hall in a dense mass.
Every face was filled with anger, humiliation, and the disbelief of betrayal.
Bang!
Uchiha Huo Long slammed his fist onto the low table before him, cracking its solid wooden surface.
His face was ashen, his eyes scarlet. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan emerged uncontrollably, spinning wildly within them.
"Tobirama Senju! That bastard! He actually... how dare he!"
His voice erupted like a volcano, carrying irrepressible fury.
"Stealing our Uchiha Sharingan! Stealing our Uchiha forbidden techniques! And then giving those things... to outsiders!"
"What 'Konoha Anbu'? They're nothing but dogs Tobirama Senju kept!"
"What are we Uchiha to Konoha? Test subjects? Materials? Or... enemies?!"
Every word was like a knife stabbing into the hearts of every Uchiha present.
No one argued.
Because what he said was true.
That intelligence, those records of Second Hokage Tobirama Senju 'obtaining samples' from the Uchiha Clan Compound, conducting Sharingan transplant experiments, and researching Uchiha forbidden techniques... though protected by layers of encryption, the Uchiha Clan had intelligence channels of its own.
Besides, word of the battle on Konoha's outskirts early that morning had already spread throughout the village.
An Anbu ninja who was not an Uchiha had used the Sharingan and Izanagi to save a Konoha Genin.
The Sharingan.
Izanagi.
The Uchiha's pride, the Uchiha's taboo.
Used by an outsider as though it were only natural.
"Tobirama Senju is already dead!"
Another clansman stood, his voice carrying irrepressible anger.
"But his 'legacy' is still here! Those test subjects of his, those outsiders implanted with Sharingan, are still alive! They're still in Konoha's Anbu!"
"They use our Uchiha