As the words fell, Naruto reached out and shoved his fingers into Uchiha Eichetsu's eye socket. With a cruel hook of his finger, he gouged out Eichetsu's left eye.
"Ah—!"
Eichetsu screamed in agony. Blinding, searing pain erupted from his empty eye socket and radiated throughout his body, causing him to convulse violently.
At this point, Naruto could no longer suppress his simmering rage. He decided to let it all loose. To hell with avoiding innocent casualties—he didn't care anymore! Who in this damn village of Konoha was actually innocent? Killing them all was the only answer!
The other two Uchiha ninjas in the interrogation room were frozen solid, completely paralyzed by the sheer, suffocating pressure of Naruto's aura.
One of them trembled wildly, his face turning pale as paper as he shrieked in horror, "Mon... Monster... He's a monster!"
The other ninja managed to stay slightly calmer. His mind immediately raced to the possibility of a Tailed Beast rampage. After all, the rumors that Naruto was the fake Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails were only known to a select few high-ranking officials in Konoha. Even the members of the Anbu who knew the true story had been wiped out, and the Konoha higher-ups would certainly never share such classified information with the Uchiha clan.
Believing the Tailed Beast's chakra was taking over, the ninja immediately snapped open his Sharingan, intending to suppress and control the beast using visual genjutsu. As his two-tomoe Sharingan flared to life, he locked eyes with Naruto and cast the illusion.
Thud.
The freshly gouged eyeball Naruto was holding slipped from his grip and hit the floor. Naruto himself froze, standing completely motionless as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
The three Uchiha let out a massive sigh of relief. They hadn't expected the Tailed Beast to actually lose control today; it had been an incredibly dangerous miscalculation on their part.
Eichetsu, gasping for breath, dropped to his knees and crawled desperately toward his discarded eye. He scooped it up with both hands, cradling it in his palms like a priceless treasure. Looking down at the two-tomoe Sharingan he had worked so hard to awaken, a wave of absolute, blinding fury consumed him.
He whipped a kunai out of the ninja pouch on his waist, lunged forward, and thrust it straight toward Naruto's heart.
The other two Uchiha ninjas realized what he was doing too late to stop him. At this point, Eichetsu didn't care if the brat was the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki or not. Anyone who dared to blind him was unforgivable!
The sharp tip of the kunai closed the distance, inches away from piercing Naruto's chest...
Swoosh!
Naruto, who had been standing rigidly on the interrogation chair a millisecond ago, vanished into thin air. Eichetsu's blade stabbed nothing but empty space.
"Where is he?! Where did the brat go?!"
Before Eichetsu could even turn his head to look, the world in his vision rapidly faded to black, finally plunging into a dead, eternal silence.
Naruto calmly withdrew his index finger from Eichetsu's bleeding temple. Ignoring the lifeless corpse as it collapsed to the ground, he floated into the air, slowly turning around to face the remaining two Uchiha ninjas.
A grotesque, hideous grin stretched across Naruto's face. His bright blue pupils had vanished entirely, leaving behind blank, terrifyingly stark white eyeballs. He had completely lost his sanity.
Originally, Naruto still maintained a shred of rational control over his body. As long as he wasn't pushed to the absolute brink of fury, he wouldn't truly experience a full-blown rampage. However, the Uchiha ninja's attempt to ensnare him in a genjutsu had backfired spectacularly, causing Naruto's conscious mind to plunge into a deep sleep. In its place, the unchecked, legendary killing intent of a Super Saiyan took total command.
The remaining two Uchiha ninjas were paralyzed with shock. Naruto's speed was simply too terrifying. One of them possessed a two-tomoe Sharingan while the other had a single-tomoe, yet neither of them had been able to track his movements at all. They had seen nothing but a flash of green light before their comrade's life was instantly snuffed out.
Escape! We can't stay here! We have to run!
At that moment, they understood with absolute certainty that they were no match for this monster. If they stayed in this room, they would die.
Suddenly, the heavy door was slammed open. Several elite Uchiha police officers rushed into the room, shouting, "What's going on in here?! What happened?!"
No one answered them. Instead, the horrific sight that greeted them was Naruto brutally twisting the heads off the two remaining interrogation ninjas. Completely lost to his primitive instincts, Naruto had only one directive left in his mind: tear every living soul in front of him to bloody shreds.
Spotting the newly arrived Uchiha reinforcements, Naruto pounced without a moment's hesitation.
Before the closest ninja could even register the threat, Naruto lunged forward, grabbed his arm, and ripped it clean off his torso with brute, terrifying force. The mutilated ninja shrieked in absolute horror, but his screams were cut short. Naruto's claws tore through his chest cavity, crushing his vital organs. The man collapsed to the ground, gasping weakly as he waited for death.
As more Uchiha ninjas were systematically torn to pieces, the survivors finally broke out of their stupor. Realizing the interrogation room was far too cramped to fight effectively, they scrambled backward, jumping out of the narrow building to lure Naruto into the open courtyard outside the Police Force Headquarters.
Once outside, the Uchiha ninjas quickly organized themselves into a tactical formation, launching a synchronized counterattack. A seamless barrage of Fire Style jutsu lit up the night sky, sending massive, roaring fireballs cascading toward Naruto like a tidal wave of flame.
Yet, Naruto's body moved with the uncanny, fluid agility of a venomous viper. He twisted and contorted through the air, weaving effortlessly through the gaps in the inferno without a single flame so much as singeing his clothes.
Seeing the fire fail, several Uchiha ninjas specializing in kenjutsu drew their chakra-infused blades and rushed forward to engage him in close-quarters combat. In their minds, no matter how physically strong this brat was, no one could survive the precise, deadly execution of Uchiha swordsmanship.
Faced with the incoming blades, Naruto didn't even bother to dodge. He charged headfirst into the attack, allowing the sharp steel to strike his exposed skin. Contemptuous smiles flared on the ninjas' faces—beasts were beasts, relying purely on raw instinct. Facing the elite of the Uchiha, a mindless beast was destined to be hacked to pieces.
Clang!
The next second, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their skulls.
The razor-sharp ninja swords struck Naruto's body with the loud, metallic ring of steel hitting solid iron. The blades couldn't even leave a scratch on his skin.
Before the closest swordsman could pull his weapon back, Naruto's hand shot out like lightning, clamping onto the man's head. With a sickening crack, the ninja's vision spun wildly until he found himself looking at the upside-down Uchiha crest emblazoned on his own back. With his neck snapped a full 180 degrees, the corpse hit the floor like a sack of bricks.
Without missing a beat, Naruto vaulted off the body, launching himself at his next target. As the pile of severed limbs and corpses grew, a deep, suffocating panic began to spread through the elite Uchiha ranks. The mindless monster before them felt like a bottomless abyss. No one knew where his upper limit lay, or how many lives it would take to finally put him down.
Meanwhile, at the Uchiha compound, Uchiha Fugaku was in the middle of instructing his son, Uchiha Itachi, on shurikenjutsu. He frowned deeply as a frantic patrol ninja suddenly burst through the courtyard gates.
Fugaku's face darkened with displeasure at the sudden intrusion, but he knew the Guard wouldn't interrupt his private family time unless it was a dire emergency. Suppressing his irritation, Fugaku demanded, "You look half dead. What happened?"
The ninja gasped for air, his voice trembling with urgency. "Sir... it's a disaster! Someone is slaughtering people indiscriminately right inside the Police Force Headquarters!"
Fugaku's pupils contracted to pinpricks. Without another word, he vanished in a flicker of movement, leaving behind a hasty command to his son: "Itachi, continue your training alone for now!"
Watching his father vanish, Itachi's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Someone actually had the audacity to launch a massacre inside the Uchiha Police Headquarters? Who could possibly possess that kind of power and madness?
At the exact same time, the grim intelligence reached the Hokage Office. Sarutobi Hiruzen didn't hesitate, immediately mobilizing multiple squads of Anbu to reinforce the Konoha Police Force. He also dispatched an urgent message to Shimura Danzo, requesting immediate backup from the Foundation.
But what the Third Hokage didn't know was that the Danzo currently remaining in Konoha was merely a shadow clone. The real Danzo, along with his elite Root followers, had long since slipped away to await the resurrection of the Nine-Tails. Why would he waste his time helping Hiruzen Sarutobi?
After being rejected by Danzo's shadow clone, Sarutobi Hiruzen had no choice but to personally rush to the scene with his elite Anbu squads.
While leading the team toward the Police Force Headquarters, Hiruzen's mind raced. What is Danzo plotting this time? Usually, whenever a crisis like this occurs, he is more proactive than anyone. Why did he choose to back down today?
Shaking off the distraction, the Hokage forced himself to focus on the immediate crisis at hand. He quickly turned to the Anbu captain leaping beside him. "Have you identified the perpetrator attacking the Police Force?"
The Anbu ninja nodded grimly. "We have, Lord Hokage. It appears... the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki has completely run amok!"
Crack!
The shocking news threw Hiruzen completely off balance. He poured too much force into his next jump, cracking the roof tiles beneath his feet and nearly slipping off the building.
Seeing this, the nearby Anbu asked with deep concern, "Lord Hokage, are you alright?"
Hiruzen forced himself to regain his composure. "I'm fine. Make sure the Sealing Corps stays close behind me."
The Anbu didn't think much of the Hokage's momentary stumble, assuming he was simply horrified by the news of a Jinchuriki rampage. After all, the devastating Nine-Tails attack on the village had happened just three years prior, and its tragic destruction was still freshly seared into everyone's memories. Even the legendary Fourth Hokage had perished in that battle. It was only natural for the Third Hokage to look shaken.
But how could Hiruzen not be shocked? A boy who didn't even host a Tailed Beast had supposedly lost control and run amok—who wouldn't be flabbergasted by that?
Hiruzen knew better than anyone that Naruto Uzumaki wasn't a Jinchuriki at all in this timeline. There was no Tailed Beast sealed inside him, nor did he even possess a fake seal to mimic one. Under these circumstances, his men were telling him that a fake Jinchuriki was going on a rampage? How was he supposed to believe such nonsense?
With a stomach full of doubts, Hiruzen pushed forward, desperately accelerating toward the Police Force Headquarters.
Meanwhile, at the battleground, the Uchiha ninjas had completely lost their cool, collected demeanor. Mangled limbs and corpses were scattered everywhere across the courtyard, and hundreds of clan members were being ruthlessly hunted down by Naruto.
Initially, they had hoped to use kite-flying tactics—relying on their agility to maintain a safe distance while whittling Naruto down with Fire Style jutsu. They hadn't anticipated that Naruto's speed would keep skyrocketing, or that his attacks would grow exponentially more brutal.
With their current speed, breaking away from Naruto was a mathematical impossibility. Anyone who lagged behind even slightly was immediately caught and torn to shreds.
The battlefield had devolved into an absolute rout. Everyone scrambled in a blind panic, terrified that they would be the next one caught in the monster's claws. It looked exactly like a starving tiger chasing a flock of sheep—except this tiger wasn't killing to fill its belly, but rather to indulge in the pure, unadulterated ecstasy of slaughter.
Just as another Uchiha ninja was about to be snatched by Naruto's bloody grasp, a middle-aged man wearing a standard Konoha flak jacket—with the Uchiha crest proudly emblazoned on his back—flickered into the space between them. With a devastating snap-kick, he blasted Naruto away.
Before the rescued ninja could even utter a word of thanks, he was violently shoved aside by Uchiha Fugaku.
Though the kick had successfully deflected Naruto, a dull ache radiated up Fugaku's leg. He had felt the horrifying, concentrated mass of Naruto's physical power. This brat was an absolute anomaly. Anyone else staying nearby would only drag him down; this monster had to be dealt with alone.
Naruto, flipped through the air several times before sticking a smooth landing on the concrete. He locked eyes with Fugaku, flashing a grotesque, predatory smile before pouncing forward once more.
Fugaku instantly unleashed his three-tomoe Sharingan, locking his vision onto the incoming child with absolute vigilance, terrified of missing even a fraction of a millimeter of his movements. The brat's velocity was sheer insanity—even with a fully matured three-tomoe Sharingan, Fugaku could barely keep track of his trajectory.
The next microsecond, Naruto's fist collided heavily with Fugaku's defensive guard.
BOOM!
Fugaku was sent spinning through the air from the sheer kinetic impact. Twisting his body mid-flight to disperse the momentum, he slammed one hand against the ground and skidded to a stable halt, mimicking Naruto's perfect landing.
What terrifying physical conditioning, Fugaku thought, his arm trembling violently under his sleeve. If he hadn't used his master-level kinetic redirection techniques to bleed off the force of that punch, his arm bones would have been shattered into splinters.
The raw power of this "Jinchuriki" was thoroughly horrifying. Fugaku's gaze darkened as he weighed his options. Do I really have to unleash my Mangekyou Sharingan right here in the open?