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The moment the Uchiha extermination plan began, Konoha's ANBU activated a massive genjutsu barrier that had been prepared long ago.
Its purpose was simple:
Seal off the entire Uchiha district.
Keep the fighting contained.
Make sure whatever happened inside wouldn't spill out and shake the rest of the village.
Because of that—
the unnatural sight of the air "cracking" inside the district never reached the outside world.
Even when the stench of blood drifted out, the ANBU stationed beyond the barrier only sneered, confident in their assumption:
That's Uchiha blood.
Uchiha District — Ren's Room
Inside his room, Ren rolled his shoulders like he was warming up before a workout.
"They're gathering," he muttered, calm as ever. "Good."
Earlier, he'd used Observation Haki and the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power to give Root a proper welcome—those fractures in the air, the invisible shockwaves, the voice that had rolled across the district…
That had all been him.
And those hairline fractures still hanging in the air like spiderwebs?
They weren't just intimidation.
Through them, Ren had quietly used Kotoamatsukami—just a slight nudge—to adjust Fugaku and Mikoto's thinking.
That was why they'd "woken up" at the critical moment instead of dying the same way they did in canon—cut down effortlessly by Itachi in their own home.
Of course, Itachi's mental break?
That part genuinely surprised Ren.
He hadn't expected Itachi to lose control so hard.
Ren flexed his eyes once, testing the Eternal Mangekyō.
"Two uses of Kotoamatsukami (including Radiance)… one-year cooldown."
He shrugged.
"Worth it."
Early use meant early cooldown. He had no regrets.
Ren rose to his feet, expression indifferent.
"Alright."
"Time for me to show up."
The Central Plaza — Both Sides Assemble
At the exact same time—
Under the clean, bright moonlight, the Uchiha district's central plaza filled with shinobi.
On one side: the Uchiha.
Fugaku at the front.
More than six hundred clan shinobi behind him—furious, humiliated, and ready to die fighting.
On the other side: Root.
Danzō at the front.
Itachi beside him.
And behind them—less than three hundred operatives left.
They looked grim.
They looked bruised.
Because before they'd even properly clashed, the cracks in the air had already torn through them and erased a third of their manpower.
Uchiha voices boiled over.
"Konoha's higher-ups are filthy!"
"They tried to erase us in our sleep!"
"If the air hadn't cracked, we'd already be dead!"
"We don't just fight back—we burn Root to the ground!"
"And Itachi—traitor!"
"After the clan head beat him half to death, he still doesn't repent. Shameful!"
The Uchiha were raging—so angry the plaza felt like it was vibrating.
Across from them, Root stayed far quieter.
Infiltration had been the key.
If they'd struck cleanly from the shadows, the extermination would've been a certainty.
But reality had turned cruel.
That impossible "air fracture" phenomenon shattered their advantage before it even began.
Danzō's face was thunder.
He glared at Itachi.
"Itachi. Explain."
"Why is your father still alive?"
Itachi touched his swollen cheek—pain flickering across his face.
His voice remained flat.
"I'll kill him myself."
Then, after a beat, he added—coldly cautious:
"The Uchiha have a hidden weapon. We have to be careful."
"Hidden weapon…"
Danzō sneered.
"I have one too."
He didn't know what had caused the air to crack.
But he knew one thing:
That masked man still hadn't shown his face.
And once that man arrived—
Root would strike together.
High-end power decided wars.
Not headcounts.
Spiral Space — A New Piece Enters the Board
Just then—
The air above the plaza twisted into a spiral.
Space warped like a vortex.
A man in a black cloak stepped out midair—wearing a swirling mask.
Obito Uchiha.
"Finally," Danzō murmured, a thin smile appearing.
All pieces were in place.
Now the battle could truly begin.
Obito's gaze swept across the plaza. His voice was cold.
"Seems the Uchiha have secrets I didn't know about."
Then he looked straight at Fugaku.
"Call out the one who made that voice."
"After tonight… the Uchiha will vanish from the shinobi world."
Fugaku's expression changed instantly.
That mask.
That aura.
A memory slammed into him like a blade.
"You…"
His voice went hoarse.
"You're the one behind the Nine-Tails incident seven years ago."
He turned slightly—eyes flicking to Danzō with disbelief.
"Back then you colluded with outsiders."
"And now you're doing it again to wipe out the Uchiha."
"Impressive."
Danzō burst into laughter, loud and unrestrained.
"So what if I did?"
"You'll all die here."
"Who's going to expose me?"
The Uchiha erupted.
"Bastard!"
"Clan Head—give the order!"
"Even if we die, we die taking them with us!"
"We Uchiha aren't cowards—let's go!"
Fugaku lifted one hand.
"Quiet."
His voice fell like iron.
"I know what to do."
The plaza calmed—barely.
Six hundred fists clenched.
Six hundred sets of eyes burned.
Then Fugaku stepped forward, his voice low and heavy.
"Itachi."
"Let's settle this."
"Fine." Itachi didn't argue.
A surge of chakra rolled off him.
His eyes turned crimson.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
In an instant—
A massive red Susanoo skeleton erupted around him, then layered into muscle, armor, and a tengu-like helm.
It stabilized into a terrifying form:
A fourth-stage Susanoo—right hand holding the Totsuka Blade, left hand carrying the Yata Mirror.
Fugaku's eyes narrowed.
His own Sharingan shifted—Mangekyō blooming—
and he began to pull his Susanoo forth—
But—
before he could—
A blur crossed the plaza.
Too fast.
A shadow slammed into Itachi's Susanoo.
"Itachi—!"
Itachi's brows snapped down.
He raised the Totsuka Blade instinctively to block—
CLANG!
A clean, sharp impact.
Then a violent shockwave exploded outward.
The entire Uchiha district shuddered, as if the ground itself had been punched.
A heartbeat of silence—
And then, in full view of everyone—
thin fractures spread across Itachi's Susanoo.
Crack… crack… crack…
Like glass.
Like armor turning brittle.
Then—
BOOM—!!!
Itachi's Susanoo shattered on the spot.
Blown apart.
Gone.
One punch.
The plaza froze.
Six hundred Uchiha.
Root remnants.
Danzō.
Obito.
Even Fugaku.
Everyone stared at the figure who had just arrived like a judgment from the sky.
Because only one person fought like that.
Only one person made the air itself break.
Ren.
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