Fu Yue also stared at his brother-in-law, sighing.
He had always thought that with his kaleidoscope Sharingan and his position as patriarch, he stood as the strongest of Uchiha.
Until tonight.
After witnessing the battle between Shisui and Duan, Fuyue realized his strength could only rank third at best within the clan.
But—
Instead of despair, Fuyue's eyes flickered with a mix of bitterness and surprise. Duan's strength far surpassed his imagination.
Whether as patriarch or as Duan's brother-in-law, there was pride in his heart.
At this time—
The gathered clansmen began to surround them.
"Duan, do you also possess the kaleidoscope Sharingan?" Yatsushiro finally couldn't restrain himself and asked.
Duan heard the question, and nodded without hesitation:
"Of course, didn't you all see my Susanoo?"
Since everyone had mistaken his "World" for Susanoo and assumed he had awakened the kaleidoscope, Duan simply allowed the misunderstanding to stand.
"As expected of Duan…"
Yatsushiro thought with burning conviction. His decision to entrust the radical faction to Duan seemed more correct than ever.
"Patriarch, Shisui, and Duan… our Uchiha now have three pairs of kaleidoscopes!"
The news spread like fire through the crowd, igniting shouts of excitement.
Among them, Uchiha Setsuna was so moved that tears filled his eyes as he cried to the heavens: "After being suppressed for so long, Uchiha will finally rise again!"
"Exactly."
Yatsushiro's eyes gleamed as he continued: "With three kaleidoscopes united, if we lead the clan to act, we can overthrow Konoha's leadership and take back our rightful power!"
He then dropped to one knee before Duan, his gaze fanatical.
Once, he had thought Duan's "Jade Broken Project" far too extreme. Now, his doubts were gone. Tonight, Duan had proven through sheer strength that he was Uchiha's number one. Even if the patriarch and Shisui combined forces, they might not match him.
To Yatsushiro, Duan had become Uchiha's savior.
Seeing this, Inabi and Tekka followed, kneeling as well: "Duan, please guide us from now on!"
Under their lead, radicals and even many moderates, stirred by fervor, also fell to one knee.
Watching this, Shisui's face turned pale.
The nightmare he feared most was unfolding—the Uchiha clan seemed ready to take an irreversible step tonight.
Fu Yue's expression grew complicated.
The truth was clear: his authority as patriarch had been overshadowed. At this moment, Duan was more respected, more feared, more followed than himself.
Fuyue felt a stab of bitterness, but his concern was greater for how Duan would answer his clansmen.
In Fuyue's understanding—
Duan was not supposed to be a radical. Once, his brother-in-law had even shown defeatist tendencies, drifting between neutrality and apathy. His challenge to Shisui could be explained as simple rivalry, not politics.
So, surely… he wouldn't truly push the clan into rebellion? Right?
But the one more nervous than even Fuyue was Kakashi, hidden in the branches.
Danzo had been right. Uchiha might really be plotting rebellion.
Should he slip away and report to Lord Hokage? Or use the signal scroll to summon Root operatives now?
Kakashi hesitated.
Below, Duan stood silent, staring at the kneeling crowd. Their eager eyes begged for an answer. At last, he spoke calmly:
"Get up first."
"So you accept?" Yatsushiro pressed, his voice almost trembling.
Duan did not reply.
Instead, Uchiha Setsuna snapped at Yatsushiro: "Don't rush him! Can't you see Duan is already envisioning the coup? Our task is to follow him into the Hokage Building and strike down Konoha's corrupt leaders!"
The radicals, unlike Fuyue, saw Duan as a pure extremist. To them, his overwhelming power meant only one thing—he would lead them to war.
Faced with these conflicting expectations—
"Heh… hehehe…"
Duan suddenly lifted a hand to his forehead, his lips curling. The smile spread wider, until it split into a feral grin.
"Hahaha… hahahahaha!"
The laughter rang through the night.
Itachi's chest tightened with dread. His uncle's laugh was never a good omen.
Sure enough—
The wild laughter cut off. Duan's face turned cold as ice. He extended a single finger and uttered four words:
"Smash ~ Varudo!"
Um.
In that instant, the gear of time halted. The world turned gray, silence swallowing all. Every expression froze, still twisted in confusion at Duan's laughter.
Behind him, the stand "World" appeared once more, its arrogant expression mirroring his own.
"So, let's begin."
"Ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora!"
Duan and his stand lunged simultaneously into the crowd, fists flashing. One swept from left to right, the other from right to left, meeting in the center like an iron vice.
Five seconds later—
Time resumed.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Uchiha were sent flying before they even understood what had happened.
Over fifty clan members were hurled backward—some slammed into walls, others hung from tree branches, and several splashed into the Naka River.
When the dust settled, only three still stood before Duan.
Patriarch Fuyue.
A battered, bloodied Shisui.
And Mikoto, his elder sister, staring in shock.
"What… what just happened?"
Mikoto whispered, bewildered by the devastation.
Fuyue and Shisui exchanged a glance. Horror burned in their eyes.
Even with their kaleidoscope Sharingan, they hadn't seen how Duan had done it.
In an instant, over fifty Uchiha elites were crushed.
One man suppressing the entire clan.
This—this was true power.
Around them, the fallen slowly stirred. To their confusion, despite the brutal impact, none were fatally hurt.
Duan had pulled his punches.
But not all escaped lightly.
"Itachi, are you alright?"
Izumi rushed to Itachi's side, finding him doubled over, coughing blood, his face pale.
His injury wasn't mortal, but the message was clear.
Itachi lifted his gaze, realizing his uncle had done this deliberately—punishing him for siding with Shisui earlier.
He was right.
Not far away, Yatsushiro, the Police Department's second-in-command, writhed on the ground. His injuries were worse than Itachi's. Even twitching a finger sent waves of agony through him.
Inabi and Tekka could only improvise a stretcher, lifting Yatsushiro with grim faces.
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