Neither Uchiha Chizumi nor Uchiha Sasuke were supposed to be here.
Their sudden, uninvited arrival—especially how they walked straight into this hidden underground room—could only mean one thing: they already knew the three of them were stashing a massive amount of illegal drugs.
But how?
Was there a rat? A mole?!
That thought struck all three Uchiha at once. Instinctively, they each took a step back, subtly creating distance between themselves. Suspicion flickered in their eyes.
Uchiha Hayata glanced warily at the others, then stepped forward to block Chizumi's path, scowling.
"Hey! What the hell is this? We didn't exactly invite you."
Then he shifted his glare to Naruto.
"And that brat isn't even Uchiha. You bringing outsiders into our clan grounds now? What is this, a tourist attraction?"
"Uchiha Chizumi—"
Uchiha Hayata's tone was a warning, heavy with hostility.
"You'd better back off. Everyone's getting sick of your holier‑than‑thou attitude."
But Chizumi didn't even acknowledge them.
"Uchiha Hayata. Uchiha Masa. Uchiha Naoto."
His voice was calm. Cold. And deadly.
"You're all guilty of trafficking forbidden drugs—large-scale. Also, over a month ago, you committed multiple murders outside the Land of Fire. Half the victims were civilians."
As he finished speaking, his right hand was already resting on the hilt of his blade. Hayata's eye twitched.
Dammit... Months later and this guy's still as stubborn and dangerous as ever.
"Uchiha Chizumi!" another voice barked angrily from behind Hayata. "Spare us the sanctimonious act! Besides turning your blade on your own clan, what have you actually done? We're out here working for the Uchiha's future!"
"We're raising funds for the plan. Once it kicks off, Konoha will belong to us. No more being pushed aside—Uchiha will rise to the top!"
"Guys like you, always spouting your so-called 'justice,' you'll go down in clan history as a disgrace. You're even worse than Clan Head Fugaku, that sellout!"
Sasuke: "..."
Hearing them drag his father into it made Sasuke want to argue—but reality reminded him he was seven. He'd never win a debate with an adult.
"You're the ones who deserve to be shamed by history," a cold female voice cut in.
"People like you will never understand the heights Chizumi-senpai stands on."
Izumi drew her sword—faster than even Chizumi.
As she focused, she saw it—red text floating above all three of their heads. Their crimes. Dozens of them, all in just a few months.
If these guys were allowed to keep breathing, who knew how many more would suffer?
Absolute Justice exists to deal with people like them.
She didn't wait for Chizumi's signal.
Izumi launched the first strike.
The space was too small for Fire Style. Not that it mattered—Izumi wasn't great with ninjutsu. What she did have was speed. A single Shunshin, and she was in Hayata's face. She was faster than she'd ever been before.
Hayata had been watching Chizumi—he never expected the small girl to move first.
He instantly activated his Two-Tomoe Sharingan and tracked her movement, drawing his sword to counter.
But the moment their eyes met—
His pupils shrank.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan?!
Their blades clashed, sending a jolt through both of them. Hayata adjusted mid-swing, aiming for Izumi's throat—
"Hayata! What are you doing?!" someone yelled.
Hayata snapped out of it. His blade had hit—but it felt like air.
A genjutsu—Sharingan-level!
He realized he'd been caught the moment they locked eyes. He gritted his teeth and surged chakra to his eyes, breaking the illusion—only to see a blade tip inches from his chest.
Too close—
Clang! A kunai knocked Izumi's blade aside. It sliced Hayata's chest instead, drawing blood.
One of the others had jumped in. Now the two remaining Uchiha attacked together.
Izumi was forced to take both of them on.
Hayata backed up, sweating and shaken. He had nearly died.
Three-Tomoe... Wasn't she that rumored mixed-blood Uchiha? Why is she working with Chizumi?!
"I can't even follow what's happening..." Sasuke muttered, stunned. He couldn't see any of their moves.
If these guys were this strong, just how terrifying was his brother—the one destined to wipe out the whole clan?
Would he ever be strong enough to stop him?
Sasuke was left speechless, overwhelmed.
"Meow, rookie's grown scary fast," Jujiro muttered as he landed beside her. "Probably special jōnin level now. Too bad her ninjutsu sucks—if she weren't so one‑sided, she'd be even stronger."
"She's seriously that good?" Naruto gaped.
He'd always seen Izumi as Chizumi-sensei's assistant—someone who trailed behind, took notes, handled paperwork.
Now?
Clearly, he'd been completely wrong.
"Meow, but 1v3? Still too much," the cat said, licking its paw. "Two Two-Tomoe, one One-Tomoe, all veterans. She may have Three-Tomoe and justice buffs, but she's still a fresh genin."
"And if those drug crates go up? Clouds of powder everywhere. Disaster, meow."
He was just about to jump in—when a foot stepped past him.
Jujiro paused. Looked up.
Chizumi.
The cat froze, his furry face full of pity—for the three Uchiha.
"Meow… I guess I won't get to show off. If Chizumi-sama's getting involved, there won't be anything left of them."
"Damn, these guys coordinate well," Izumi thought, pushing one back and hurling shuriken to stall the others. She used the brief pause to catch her breath.
"Those Justice gifts really boosted my chakra and stamina. Otherwise, I would've passed out the moment I awakened my Three-Tomoe."
"But even with that… am I still not strong enough to take on three Uchiha at once?"
She gritted her teeth and began prepping another genjutsu—
But something yanked her collar.
Before she could react, her feet left the ground, and she was hauled backward.
The scent hit her.
Chizumi-senpai!
He released her gently behind him. Ahead, the Uchiha she'd pushed back now charged in for the kill.
But when he saw Chizumi standing there, he froze.
SWOOSH!
A flash of steel—his entire vision drowned in blade light. His Sharingan didn't even catch the draw; the sword still looked sheathed.
Chizumi sidestepped the attack and passed him.
The Uchiha turned to check—
His head fell sideways. A red line circled his neck, widening as blood gushed like a fountain, drenching his chest.
Naruto cried out.
A severed head thudded to the floor. Blood spurted from the neck like a geyser, painting the ceiling in red blossoms.
"Naoto!!!" Hayata screamed.
Before he could finish the cry, his other teammate shrieked in terror and darted to the side—
Straight into Chizumi.
He'd been caught in a genjutsu too.
"Snap out of it, Masa! It's fake!" Hayata yelled.
Too late.
Chizumi calmly swiped his blade across Masa's throat.
Another head dropped. Another fountain of blood.
In under five seconds, two Uchiha—gone.
Hayata stared, hands shaking. His lifelong friends—dead in an instant.
"We did all this for the clan! For its future! What's so wrong with that?!"
Hayata's rage and grief twisted through him, and his eyes transformed—Three-Tomoe awakened.
Everything looked sharper, more alive. Power surged through him.
He broke into crazed laughter.
"Hah… ha ha ha ha! So this is it—the true power of the Sharingan! Naoto, Masa, I felt your will in that moment! You handed me the key!"
"HA HA HA HA HA—"
"Uchiha Chii—"
He tore his hand from his face, eyes blazing with joy—then froze.
Chizumi was already in front of him.
His right arm was lava now, shaped into a demonic magma beast lunging toward him.
Hayata's Three-Tomoe picked up the motion—but his body couldn't keep up.
The heat curled every inch of hair on his body.
Move! MOVE, DAMN YOU!!!
But it was too late.
The beast punched through his chest like butter, erupting out his back and blasting a hole into the wall.
He vomited blood that had already cooked into chunks.
His chest was burning. Literally.
All strength left him.
How could he awaken Three-Tomoe… and still die this fast?
This…
This was Chizumi's Lava Release?
Too much power—
Chizumi pulled his molten arm free. Hayata collapsed forward, dead.
[You have slain 3 "Red Name" criminals. Chakra increased slightly. Loot acquired: Dual-Tomoe Sharingan, 10x Konoha Kenjutsu Scrolls, Full List of Konoha's Drug Traffickers.]
"A Three-Tomoe… just died like that," Sasuke whispered.
His eyes were locked on the crater in the wall, lava still dripping down.
He knew how powerful Three-Tomoe was.
He'd only awakened One-Tomoe and already felt like a god at the academy—he'd even thought about challenging Hyūga Neji.
But even a Three-Tomoe didn't stand a chance against Chizumi.
Sasuke had expected an epic fight.
It ended in seconds.
"Huh? Who's there?!" Izumi snapped, sensing something.
Naruto and Sasuke jumped.
A masked man stood behind them, one hand in his pocket.
"…Anbu?" Izumi frowned.
Cough! Kakashi stepped forward awkwardly, pulling off his mask.
"I was asked by the Hokage to keep an eye on Naruto. Heard a ruckus and came to check it out."
He was already regretting it.
Chizumi didn't even acknowledge him.
He pulled out a small notebook from who‑knows‑where and tossed it to Izumi.
She barely caught it.
"Senpai, what is this?"
"A list," Chizumi said.
"Tonight's hit list."
"???" Izumi blinked.
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