"Tell me, what should I do to make you more 'obedient'?"
Uchiha Itachi's words, devoid of any emotion yet brimming with extreme threat, pierced Orochimaru's soul like the coldest poison needle.
Orochimaru felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
His mind, which he thought had calculated everything, was working frantically at this moment, but he couldn't find any way to survive!
Before Uchiha Itachi Mangekyō Sharingan, which had once brought him endless fear and humiliation, all his schemes and calculations seemed so pale and powerless.
He had no doubt that if he gave the wrong answer, his soul would be dragged into the inescapable hell called " Tsukuyomi " and suffer eternal torment!
"Lord Itachi--"
Orochimaru managed to squeeze out a few words, and for the first time, a genuine expression of "fear" appeared on his pale face.
"I am willing to accept the transformation of ' Divine Punishment '! I am willing to have my soul branded with my lord's mark! I--"
"Shut up."
Itachi coldly interrupted him.
Your worth is not for you to decide.
After saying that, Itachi ignored the "scientist" who was completely terrified. He slowly turned around and his gaze fell on the Impure World Reincarnation bodies that had lost their ability to fight.
Hashirama Senju, Tobirama Senju, Minato Namikaze.
And those two equally ravaged bodies belonging to the Uchiha — Fugaku and Shisui.
Looking at these once-powerful legends now scattered like a pile of broken dolls in the ruins, a complex emotion flashed in Itachi's deep eyes.
The opening ceremony has ended.
His voice, resonating through Chakra, clearly reached the ears of every Uchiha child.
"Next is the military parade."
parade?
Upon hearing this, the thousand Uchiha children all showed a hint of confusion on their faces.
Only Uchiha Yōko glanced thoughtfully at the ruins of the Hokage Rock, a symbol of Konoha's highest power, not far away, as if she understood something.
"Xiang."
Itachi suddenly called out a name.
"Yes, Instructor Itachi!"
Uchiha Shō awake and immediately stood up straight.
"Clean up all this 'trash'."
Itachi pointed to the Impure World Reincarnation Hokage, his tone as calm as if he were instructing a servant to clean a room.
"Yes!"
A cruel yet excited smile instantly appeared on Uchiha Shō's face.
He had long disliked these "seniors" who relied on their seniority!
"Men! Did you all hear that?! The drill instructor wants us to do a big clean-up!"
He raised his arm and shouted to his friends behind him.
"Send all these old geezers who are just occupying positions without doing their jobs back to the Yomi where they belong!"
"Oh!!"
Hundreds of Uchiha children cheered excitedly as they pounced on the defenseless Impure World Reincarnation Hokage like hungry wolves.
In an instant, Kakkō soared into the sky, accompanied by thunder and lightning!
Various dazzling yet deadly Ninjutsu were unleashed upon those legendary "gods" as if they were free.
There were no screams, no resistance.
Those figures that once made the entire Shinobi World tremble were constantly shattered, reformed, and shattered again under the relentless attacks of the new Uchiha.
Until the dust that sustained their bodies was completely exhausted, turning into dust that vanished without a trace in the wind.
The two bodies belonging to the Uchiha — Fugaku and Shisui —were enveloped by Itachi's black flames from Amaterasu.
The black flames burned silently, without making a sound or emitting any heat.
They were simply erasing these two Uchiha heroes from this defiled world in the most thorough and decisive way, allowing them to return to true peace.
The entire "cleaning" process lasted less than five minutes.
When the last bit of ashes dissipated into the air, there was no longer a single enemy from the "old era" who could stand in the entire sinkhole, except for the troops of the Divine Kingdom.
No, there's one more.
Itachi's gaze fell on Shimura Danzō, who was being controlled by his Genjutsu and lying on the ground like a lump of mud.
"How do we handle this?"
Uchiha Shō kicked Danzo's body and asked with a look of disgust.
"Our lord said it was a 'salute' dedicated to the new era."
Uchiha Yōko walked over and said calmly.
"Since it's a salute, it should naturally be played on the grandest stage with the loudest sound."
Her gaze returned to the towering Hokage Rock.
"Instructor Itachi, do you mean--"
Itachi didn't answer; he answered with his actions.
He slowly walked towards the main street outside the sinkhole, which led to the center of Konoha and was already unrecognizable due to the ravages of war.
His pace was not fast, but each step was exceptionally steady and resolute.
Behind him, a thousand Uchiha children instantly understood.
They quickly reorganized their ranks, tying Danzo and Orochimaru to the very back of the line like dead dogs.
Then they started walking.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
A thousand people, yet only one voice was heard!
The uniform, metallic military boots clattered on the broken cobblestones, producing a dull yet rhythmic thud.
The sound wasn't like footsteps; it was more like the tolling of a funeral bell, one era tolling for another!
This black death army composed of children marched onto the main street that once symbolized Konoha's most prosperous and glorious street with an unparalleled, supreme demeanor, under the gaze of billions of people around the world, a gaze filled with a mixture of awe and fear.
They stared straight ahead, their expressions indifferent.
They came from the ruins and walked towards the tallest ruin.
They wanted to measure the land they had conquered with their own feet.
They wanted to witness the final demise of this old era with their own eyes.
This is the Uchiha's military parade.
A bloody celebration that belongs only to the victors!
The procession moved forward slowly.
On both sides were collapsed houses, burning ruins, and desolate, deserted streets.
Occasionally, one could glimpse a few pairs of eyes filled with fear and hatred through some broken windows, but upon contact with that scarlet ocean composed of Mitsudomoe, they would immediately shrink back like startled rabbits.
No one dared to resist.
And no one could resist.
In the face of absolute power, all hatred seems so cheap and ridiculous.
Soon, a huge, relatively well-preserved mansion appeared ahead of the procession.
It was a Japanese-style building full of classical charm, with tall walls, solemn gates, and a powerful family crest above the lintel representing the oldest family of Dōjutsu in Konoha.
Hyuga.
"Stop."
Uchiha Itachi was walking at the very front, slowly raised his hand.
The thousand-strong army behind him obeyed orders instantly, and all footsteps ceased abruptly.
A thousand pairs of Sharingan with Mitsudomoe all stared at the huge, tightly closed wooden door that seemed to isolate them from the entire world.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
A young Uchiha child looked at the door that exuded deathly silence and cowardice, tilted his head, and asked softly in a tone full of innocence and confusion:
"Instructor Itachi, are they afraid of us?"
Why don't they even have the courage to look at us?