Sasuke casually slaughtered a few Konoha shinobi who had rushed in to rescue Yamato. Their bodies hadn't even hit the ground before they were reduced to sludge. The plants birthed from Wood Release had already withered—one gentle push was all it took to send them toppling in heaps. Wood chips fluttered through the air, reflected in Yamato's clear pupils.
There was no escape. No way to retreat.
The thick mist pierced Yamato's corpse like a sieve. Sasuke's expression shifted subtly with a flash of curiosity.
"If I use Yamato's cells for Edo Tensei… would the one summoned be Yamato, or Senju Hashirama?"
That eager gleam appeared again in his eyes.
He decided to test it out someday.
He turned his gaze to the remaining Konoha shinobi, a cruel smirk curving on his lips.
"Shadow Possession Jutsu!"
A slender, twisting shadow slithered across the ground, linking itself with Sasuke's. In the distance, Nara Shikaku formed hand seals, cold sweat dripping from his face.
"Sasuke-dono… Would you hear me out for a moment?"
Shikaku's posture was deeply submissive. Sasuke's power was terrifying—so overwhelming that it crushed all hope. And worse still, he wasn't just powerful. He was irrational.
With a kind-hearted powerhouse, maybe you could try guilt-tripping them, appeal to morals, plead for mercy.
But against someone like Sasuke?
You could only grovel and worship him like a god.
Honestly, Shikaku regretted it all.
If he could go back in time, he'd strangle Sarutobi Hiruzen with his bare hands and scream at him about what it truly meant to "cut the grass at the root," about how you "eliminate future threats before they bloom."
You already had the stomach to wipe out the Uchiha Clan—why leave behind a damn wolf cub?!
Trying to prove how benevolent your heart is?
You seriously thought that after murdering a kid's entire family and clan, raising that kid yourself would somehow erase his hatred?
No way, right? No way, right?
No one's that naïve… right?
Desire isn't sated just because you give someone enough. And hatred doesn't vanish because you threw them a bone.
Shikaku had always assumed that Hiruzen must've left behind countless contingency plans for Sasuke.
But now?
Turns out the old man had just let him grow unchecked. Not a single backdoor failsafe.
Konoha's current fate? They'd earned every bit of it.
Sasuke felt the tug of the Shadow Possession Jutsu—a binding force like sinking into a swamp.
But to him, it was barely anything. He shrugged it off with ease.
He had no interest in hearing Shikaku's pleading words. It'd just be more of the same—surrender, compromise, maybe pledging loyalty.
Humans were weak creatures, huddling together for warmth, building societies and rules so that fragile individuals could survive.
But when one individual grew powerful enough—immortal, invincible, untouchable—that group was no longer necessary.
If you could fulfill every desire on your own, why bother with scheming factions or pointless diplomacy?
For appearances? For fun?
Sasuke stared at Shikaku. He wondered—after the Uchiha Clan was destroyed, how much had the Nara Clan profited from it?
Mist swirled thick around them. Sasuke's hand extended like a ghostly claw, fingers laced with death. Though the distance between them was considerable, the air itself seemed to rip apart—his attack pierced space like it was paper.
The Shadow Possession Jutsu, meant to bind the enemy, now became a trap for its own caster.
Shikaku felt as if he'd sunk into pitch-black tar. He tried to retract his shadow—but his body wouldn't respond.
"Heh..."
Sasuke let out a derisive laugh and seized Shikaku's wrist.
The mist clinging to his fingers instantly invaded, gnawing through the flesh like acid, revealing raw, bloodied muscle underneath. The corruption crept slowly upward along his arm.
Agonizing pain tore through Shikaku's nerves. It felt like his flesh was rotting alive, releasing a putrid stench. Even his bones groaned in protest.
"Expansion Jutsu!"
Akimichi Chōza roared. His arms expanded rapidly as he lunged at Sasuke.
At the same time, Yamanaka Haiichi leapt into the air, ready to unleash his Mind Transfer Jutsu.
Sasuke's eyes flicked toward them, his smirk deepening.
"Why do you all insist on shouting your jutsu names before attacking? Makes it hard for me to pretend I didn't notice."
He glanced at Shikaku one last time.
The mist suddenly surged, swallowing Shikaku whole.
The man froze, his entire body seized with the sensation of a thousand ants biting down all at once. His chakra was drained in seconds.
Drip. Drip.
Rancid fluids leaked from his decaying body. Shikaku's corpse hit the ground with a sickening splatter—like a smashed watermelon.
Chōza's eyes widened in horror, the death of his old friend burning into his mind. Rage overtook reason. He activated full-body Expansion Jutsu, transforming into a towering giant.
Sasuke couldn't understand.
Why did Chōza's clothes expand along with his body?
Another unsolved mystery of the shinobi world?
He'd pondered similar things before.
Like how Edo Tensei summons always wore clothes. Or how Uchiha Madara's reincarnated body came back wearing those huge boxers.
Did Edo-made underwear get revived too?
He really needed to investigate this one day.
Chōza stomped hard, his massive foot crashing down where Sasuke stood. The ground split with a thunderous crack, leaving behind a crater the size of a small building.
The City of Peace, long hollowed from below, finally gave way.
"What the hell is that?!"
Someone let out a cry of disbelief.
Beneath the broken surface lay a massive, dark void—like something monstrous had burrowed it out.
Piles of… things filled the cavern. A strong stench of blood and rotting corpses burst forth.
Even without seeing it, everyone felt the suffocating malice wafting up from below.
Bones and flesh—something was gnawing, chewing.
The sounds came and went like whispers from the abyss, but everyone heard them.
Everyone felt that chill down their spine.
Someone cast a Great Fireball Jutsu downward.
Flames lit the hollow beneath.
Dozens—hundreds—of corpses lay neatly arranged. Some whole. Some torn apart. Some carved into slabs of meat, innards, broken bones...
Chōza paused, stunned by the horrific scene.
But only for a moment.
He gritted his teeth and charged again.
"Ninja Art: Mind Transfer Jutsu!"
Yamanaka Inoichi chose that moment to act. His spirit flew in a straight line toward Sasuke.
Chōza's eyes held a flicker of hope.
If physical attacks were useless against Sasuke… maybe mental ones could work.
"AAAHHH!"
Suddenly, Inoichi screamed.
Thick veins bulged across his forehead, his face contorted in terror.
He'd seen something inside Sasuke's mind—something far beyond his comprehension.
"Inoichi, what's wrong?!"
Chōza shouted, panic rising.
Inoichi forced himself...
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