"By then, how many intact stones do you think will be left in your village?"
Gen'yō's gentle yet blood-soaked words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing precisely into the hearts of every Kumogakure survivor.
Ten minutes!
Climb over there yourself!
What a humiliation! What an act of tyranny!
Dodai's face, which had just regained some color after seeing a glimmer of hope, instantly turned ashen white again.
He had no doubt that if they dared to hesitate even for a moment, the ten thousand Chakra cannons hovering above the village would turn them and the thousand-year-old village into dust in the next second!
"Quick! Go get the secret scroll!"
"And there's the Daimyo's imperial seal! Hurry to the Daimyo Prefecture!"
Before he could even wipe the blood from his forehead, Dodai roared madly at his tribesmen behind him in a hoarse voice.
In an instant, the entire Kumogakure was once again plunged into chaos and turmoil.
This time, however, it wasn't a panicked escape, but a final struggle for survival under a countdown to death.
Meanwhile, in the command center of the flagship " Amaterasu," Gen'yō had already calmly returned to his throne.
He snapped his fingers lightly.
In the void before him, a spatial Uzumaki, shimmering with golden light and exuding an aura of holiness and majesty, slowly emerged.
At the other end of the Uzumaki lies the highest hall of the " Moon Palace," the capital of the Divine Kingdom — the Divine Grace Hall.
He intended to use this method to show the whole world how the high-ranking officials of the Kumogakure, once on par with the Five Great Shinobi Villages, humbly crawled into his palace like a pack of begging dogs!
"Boss, you're so mean."
Obito's holographic projection appeared to the side, watching the chaotic scene of Kumogakure on the screen, and let out a gloating laugh.
"Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but you're going to trample their dignity on the ground and stomp on it tens of thousands of times with Susanoo!"
"Dignity?"
Gen'yō picked up the red tea served by the robot maid next to him, took a small sip, and spoke indifferently.
Only the victors deserve dignity.
"The right to breathe is a privilege I bestow upon losers."
"I want to use them to tell everyone in the Shinobi World a lesson—"
Gen'yō put down his teacup, and the golden halo in his eyes slowly rotated, exuding an aura of dominance that could devour everything.
"Those who obey me may become my slaves."
Those who defy me will be annihilated, body and soul!
Time passed second by second.
For audiences around the world, those ten short minutes witnessed the most shocking and absurd scene of their lives.
They saw countless Kumogakure rushing into their once-proud secret treasury like madmen, carrying out bundles of scrolls that were considered treasures like they were carrying garbage.
They witnessed several members of the Kumogakure Village's Anbu forcefully storming into the deserted Daimyo's mansion, snatching the "Daimyo Seal," a symbol of the nation's highest power, from the hands of the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning.
Finally, they saw--
In the final minute of their death countdown, Elder Dodai and the dozen or so remaining high-ranking members of Kumogakure, each carrying a mountain of secret technique scrolls, crawled on all fours in the most wretched and humiliating posture.
Yes, on all fours.
They dared not walk standing up, nor even bend over.
They were like a pack of real, lowly dogs, crawling step by step on their hands and knees along the glassy, still steaming "passage of destruction."
With each step he took, he left a long trail of blood and sweat on the hard, mirror-like ground.
Every step they took felt like a dull knife slowly torturing their own souls.
This scene, broadcast live globally, was clearly imprinted in the eyes of every ninja.
Sunagakure.
Fourth Kazekage Rasa, looked at the scene in the crystal ball, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He subconsciously touched his neck, as if an invisible chain had been placed there as well.
Kirigakure.
Mei Terumi's face was extremely pale. The elder beside her, Genji, was in tears, muttering to himself, "The future of the Shinobi World is over."
And the Konoha.
The Hokage's office was deathly silent.
Hiruzen Sarutobi closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
He knew that from this day forward, from this very moment, the Shinobi World would no longer have any " Five Great Shinobi Villages."
All that exists is a supreme " Divine Kingdom " and a group of wretched "vassals" who could be crushed at any moment.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of the world, Dodai and his group climbed the long and humiliating passage.
They crawled up to Uchiha Itachi, up to the golden Uzumaki leading to the " Moon Palace ".
"Please... please, Your Excellency, have mercy..."
Dodai raised his face, which was already a bloody mess, indistinguishable between tears and sweat, and with his last strength uttered a humble plea.
Itachi's face remained expressionless.
He simply stepped aside, clearing a path to the Uzumaki.
The meaning is clear—go in.
Dodai and the others felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Without the slightest hesitation, they scrambled into the golden Uzumaki.
Divine Grace Hall.
When Dodai and the others stumbled and fell in a sorry state onto the smooth, mirror-like ground after passing through the spatial passage, their first feeling was not relief at surviving a disaster, but rather an indescribable sense of insignificance emanating from the depths of their souls.
This hall is enormous!
Above the dome is a simulated vast galaxy, with countless stars slowly rotating and emitting a soft yet sacred light.
The ground beneath their feet was made of an unknown material, so smooth that it reflected their disheveled figures.
On both sides of the main hall stood lifelike golden statues, each a hundred meters tall, depicting powerful figures from the Uchiha Clan throughout history— Madara Uchiha, Uchiha Izuna, and Uchiha Fugaku.
And in the deepest part of the hall, on the towering throne made of pure light, the man who had ruled their destiny was indifferently watching them with the gaze of someone scrutinizing ants.
"Finally here."
Gen'yō's voice echoed in the hall, carrying a divine majesty.
"I thought you would choose a more honorable way to die."
Dodai and the others trembled with fear, not daring to utter a word. They simply held the heavy scrolls on their backs and the daimyo's seal shakily above their heads.
"This is... this is everything to us..."
Please take a look...
Gen'yō didn't even bother to glance at those things.
He simply raised his right hand slowly.
An indescribable, terrifying power, seemingly containing the laws of heaven and earth, gathered in his palm!
Shining brightly!
A massive scroll, composed of pure golden energy, with countless mysterious runes flowing across its surface and radiating an aura of "words becoming law," appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall!
Kamui - Creation - The Divine Contract!
"Since you are willing to offer everything, then use your blood and your souls to brand this place with the mark of your eternal slavery."
Gen'yō's voice was like a final judgment, cold and unquestionable.
He slowly rose, his golden, Kamui eyes reflecting the lines of laws on the contract, exuding an aura of destruction and despair.
"First: From this moment forward, the entire territory of the Land of Lightning and its affiliated islands shall be permanently and unconditionally incorporated into the Uchiha Divine Kingdom's territory, becoming the Divine Kingdom's 'Exile Zone for Sinners'."
"Second: The Kumogakure shall be immediately disbanded. All ninjas, regardless of rank, shall be stripped of their ninja status, branded with the 'Sinful Slave' mark, and placed under the unified management and allocation of the Divine Kingdom until their bloodline is completely eradicated."
Third: The Daimyo of the Land of Lightning will abdicate, all his family's property will be confiscated, and all his family members will be reduced to commoners, forever barred from participating in politics.
"Fourth--"
With each line Gen'yō uttered, the runes on the golden scroll lit up a little more!
With each piece of information they heard, Dodai and the others grew paler!
This is hardly a surrender treaty!
This is clearly a document of annihilation intended to completely erase the Land of Lightning from all levels, including its history, culture, and bloodline!
"No... this can't be..."
A young Kumogakure elder, unable to bear the despair of his clan's annihilation, let out a piercing scream.
"What's the difference between this and killing us?! You demon!!"
However, before he could finish speaking, Gen'yō merely glanced at him indifferently.
The next second.
The elder's body was instantly twisted and compressed, as if gripped by an invisible hand!
With a muffled thud, his entire being, along with his soul, turned into a cloud of blood mist, which was absorbed into the golden " Divine Contract," becoming the first rune on the scroll to shimmer with blood light!
Does anyone else have any objections?
Gen'yō withdrew his gaze, looked around at the remaining Kumogakure high-ranking officials who were so terrified they were soiling themselves and slumped like mud, and asked in a calm tone as if asking "How's the Tenten?"
"Or rather, who else wants to be the first 'signature' on this contract?"