As the ship sailed away.
There's no need for the Swift Release puppet and Kakashi Hatake to continue fighting.
The Swift Release puppet returned to the ship, while Kakashi Hatake led the remaining elite ninja back to the shore.
On the ship
Uchiha Inabi, along with the remaining three Special Jōnin, stayed by the children's side.
His face was full of exhaustion and pain, and his wounds were still bleeding.
Yet his eyes were incredibly resolute, revealing only a barely perceptible hint of sadness when he gazed towards the coast.
spring...
A genius no less than Uchiha Itachi and Shisui Uchiha has been left here forever.
On the coast.
Kakashi Hatake knelt on the charred rocks, his left Sharingan bleeding from overuse.
Scan the surroundings.
The battlefield was a scene of devastation, with traces of battle everywhere.
Broken ninja tools were scattered all over the ground, and the seawater was stained dark red with blood. The waves kept crashing against the shore, but they could not wash away the strong smell of blood.
The elite ninja clans, including Hyuga, Aburame, and Akimichi, had lost their former prestige, their eyes revealing frustration and resentment.
The losses this time were truly enormous.
The entire force of over two hundred ninjas transferred from the border of the Land of Rivers was wiped out.
Of the original thirty elite ninjas, only seven remained.
This doesn't even include the patrolling ninjas who died along the way.
Furthermore, Uchiha Itachi, a staunch supporter of the Hokage faction, also died, and it seems that his Mangekyō Sharingan was stolen by someone else.
The morning mist, like a veil, shrouded the coastline where the bloodstains had not yet faded.
"Mission failed. Collect the body and return to Konoha!"
Kakashi Hatake slowly stood up, and in the end just waved his hand wearily.
Upon hearing the order, the seven surviving elite ninjas silently began to collect the remains of their comrades and the Uchiha.
As dawn broke, the Konoha were shrouded in a crimson hue.
On the streets of the Uchiha Clan Compound, blood pooled into thin streams, meandering along the cracks in the stone slabs.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smell of scorched earth, making one want to vomit.
Uchiha Fugaku knelt in the center of the courtyard of the clan head's mansion, his Mangekyō Sharingan already dimmed.
His wife Uchiha Mikoto, fell behind him, still clutching a Kunai in her hand, maintaining a fighting stance until her death.
Countless corpses lay all around, including Anbu, Root, and some emotionally charged civilian ninjas.
"Chief Fugaku, it's over."
Shimura Danzō, leaning on his cane, slowly emerged from the shadows.
" Danzo, is this the ending you wanted?"
Uchiha Fugaku raised his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
Shimura Danzō did not answer, but waved his hand lightly, and the Root ninja behind him immediately stepped forward.
" The Sharingan of the Uchiha is the village's treasure."
Shimura Danzō coldly, "I will make good use of your eyes."
Just as the Root ninja was about to gouge out his eyes...
Uchiha Fugaku suddenly looked up, a cold smile playing on his lips.
" Danzo... you think you've won?"
His Mangekyō Sharingan suddenly lit up, and black flames erupted from the depths of his pupils.
" Amaterasu!"
The black flames instantly engulfed " Danzo " and several Root ninjas in front of them.
Strangely, Danzo did not scream Danzo he was burned; instead, he turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.
Shadow Clone!
"Just as I thought..."
Uchiha Fugaku coughed up blood and struggled to sit up.
The real Danzo would never have personally taken risks, especially knowing that the Uchiha possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar; the remaining Root ninjas were on their way.
Uchiha Fugaku knew his time was running out.
He struggled to form a hand seal and slammed his last Chakra into the ground.
" Summoning Technique!"
As the white smoke dissipated, a small black cat crouched in a pool of blood.
"Same as always, Uchiha..." The black cat exclaimed in surprise as it took in its surroundings, "Uh... what's going on here!"
"That's the situation. The Uchiha is gone!"
With trembling hands, Uchiha Fugaku reached out his fingers and gouged straight for his own eyes.
Blood dripped from between his fingers, but he didn't utter a single cry of pain.
"Give this... to Sasuke..."
Uchiha Fugaku placed the still-spinning Mangekyō Sharingan in front of the black cat, "When he... becomes strong enough..."
"Knew!"
The black cat's voice became unusually serious as it deftly used its paws to hook the Mangekyō Sharingan and tuck it into the sealed space hidden within its collar.
"I'll give these eyes to that Sasuke..."
The footsteps grew closer, and the shouts of the Root ninjas were already clearly audible.
Thank you!
After saying this, Uchiha Fugaku's head drooped, and his last Chakra dissipated along with his life.
But strangely, a relieved smile appeared on his lips.
Bang--
The shrine's main gate was violently broken open, and five Root ninjas rushed in with swords.
In the shrine filled with corpses, Uchiha Fugaku's body rested quietly against the clan crest, his eyes empty.
On the blood-stained tatami mat, a few black cat hairs were gently rolling in the draft.
Outside the clan's territory.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's pipe had long since gone out, and his gaze was fixed on the thick smoke rising in the distance.
Those were the last embers of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
" Lord Hokage, the Uchiha Clan... has been completely wiped out, but Uchiha Fugaku's Mangekyou Mangekyō Sharingan is missing." An Anbu Ninja knelt on one knee.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed, "... In the end, it all came to this."
Perhaps, from the very beginning, this was an unavoidable tragedy.
"Notify the medical team to collect the body and conduct a full investigation into the whereabouts of the Mangekyō Sharingan."
Hiruzen Sarutobi turned around and said in a hoarse voice.
"Furthermore, it has been announced that... the Uchiha Clan's rebellion has been suppressed, and all ninjas involved in the rebellion have been executed."
The Anbu Ninja bowed his head, accepted the order, and quickly left.
Ninja Academy classroom.
Iruka gripped Sasuke Uchiha's arm tightly, " Sasuke! It's dangerous outside, you can't..."
"Let me go!"
Sasuke Uchiha's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the thick smoke rising from the Uchiha Clan Compound in the distance.
That ominous premonition coiled around his heart like a venomous snake.
"I... I want to go home."
Bang bang bang--
At that moment, the corridor lights exploded one after another, followed by two screams.
They were two Anbu guarding the door.
" Sasuke Uchiha."
The masked man appeared at the door and smiled, "I've come to pick you up."
Iruka immediately Sasuke behind him, three Shuriken between his fingers.
"Who are you?"
The masked man tilted his head, casually flicked Iruka out the window, and said to Sasuke.
Who I am is unimportant. What matters is... the Uchiha Clan is gone, your father, mother, and brother are all dead.
"You're lying..."
Sasuke Uchiha staggered back two steps, his back hitting the damp brick wall.
"What exactly are you...?"
"Over there!"
Suddenly, shouts from Anbu Ninja came from the doorway.
The masked man clicked his tongue, a hint of impatience flashing in his exposed Sharingan.
He originally wanted to say a few more words, but now...
"No time, kid."
Before Sasuke Uchiha could react, he felt a sudden dizziness.
The space in front of him suddenly twisted into vortex-like spatial ripples, swallowing him whole.
At the last moment, he saw the terrified expressions on the faces of the three Anbu Ninja, and the blood spurting from their chests as they were pierced by suddenly appearing wooden spikes.