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Chapter 68N
🕑 Added 2025-06-24 15:03:00 +0000 UTCChapter 68N
The deep crimson Susanoo rampaged across the land.
That enormous greatsword mercilessly harvested the lives of Root operatives—no need for precise targeting, no need to restrain force; as long as he swung toward where chakra fluctuations were visible, the massive, sharp blade would shred everything in its path.
Forests, rocks, earth, streams—nothing could block Susanoo’s blade.
Even Root, known for their fearlessness in the face of death, descended into unprecedented chaos under this unreasonable and overwhelming assault. The chaos didn’t stem only from Susanoo’s terrifying power—it was also because of the death of Aburame Torune, their direct superior, which had left Root without command.
Root, from beginning to end, had only ever had a single leader: Danzō.
He had bound all his subordinates with cursed seals. Even Torune—his “right arm”—was no exception. Yet Torune was Danzō’s acknowledged second-in-command, publicly granted authority second only to Danzō himself. As long as Torune was alive, Root remained intact.
But now that Torune was dead, and Danzō lay in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life.
Root had lost all internal cohesion. Accustomed to strict obedience, they didn’t even think to fight for control. Each squad captain led their own team separately—and were easily picked off by Rēn.
These Root shinobi truly were rigid to the extreme.
They didn’t understand flexibility at all.
Even knowing they faced certain death, none fled. Perhaps the cursed seals still held sway, or perhaps they had truly abandoned all emotion, their hearts devoted only to the mission. In any case, the Root operatives fought independently, using every tactic they had against Susanoo, only to be killed one by one by that massive sword, ending their anonymous lives without a trace.
No need for ninjutsu.
No need to waste chakra on genjutsu.
Each swing of Susanoo’s blade possessed destructive power equal to a conventional B-rank technique. Once the surrounding forest had been thoroughly overturned and the terrain itself reshaped, not a single Root operative could be seen still active. Only a single massive black ink eagle remained circling in the sky.
"Get down here!"
Rēn looked up at the airborne black eagle. Susanoo moved with his will—the massive sword sliced through the air. The force of the swing alone sent out a violent gust, knocking the eagle off balance. Constructed of ink, it lacked resilience—and worse, it carried two passengers.
The black eagle shattered.
The two riding on its back plummeted downward.
But the woman called Juri reacted swiftly. She raised her scroll and hastily painted a new gray hawk mid-air, which caught the falling pair just in time, preventing them from smashing into the ground.
However At that moment,
A massive arm reached out, grabbing the black eagle, Juri, and Yamanaka Fū all at once. The eagle burst apart with a splash of ink, leaving only Juri and Fū in Susanoo’s grasp.
"Demonic Illusion: Dragon Sleep Technique."
Susanoo lifted the two captives before Rēn.
At such a short distance, Rēn’s dōjutsu could easily project into their minds. Without even giving them a chance to speak, he hypnotized them into a deep sleep, not even leaving them the option to commit suicide.
Yang Release secret technique, Super Beast Imitating Drawing—
Obtained!
This prize left Rēn feeling visibly elated. With this technique, if luck held, his training in Yang Release might finally take a proper path.
After confirming there were no remaining Root operatives nearby, he also sensed a large wave of chakra signatures coming from the direction of the Hyūga compound. As expected, it was reinforcements sent to aid Hyūga Hiashi—though the battle had ended by the time they arrived...
Wait—
There was another surge of chakra coming from the northeast? And each signature felt familiar, rapidly approaching his position.
"That chakra... Grandpa’s here?"
Rēn squinted, focusing as the chakra signatures grew closer. He recognized the subtle differences in chakra that marked personal identity. Transformation Jutsu could disguise appearances, but not chakra signatures—which is why White Zetsu’s ability to mimic chakra after absorbing it was hailed as the most perfect transformation technique.
He released Susanoo,
Then carried the two unconscious captives to greet his arriving clansmen.
Unlike the Hyūga reinforcements, who were clearly slow to act, the Uchiha compound wasn’t even close to this area. For them to arrive almost simultaneously meant they hadn’t wasted a single moment and had come as quickly as possible.
"Commander!"
"Clan Head!"
"Clan Head!"
"Commander!"
The Uchiha greeted their clan head with raised voices as they saw him standing before them.
"Rēn, are you alright?"
Uchiha Genshi looked at his grandson with concern. They had all seen Susanoo vanish moments ago. As a clan elder, Genshi understood the Mangekyō Sharingan well—he knew its usage inevitably led to blindness over time…
"I'm fine!"
Rēn answered with a smile.
He noticed the lingering worry on Genshi’s face and quickly realized what his grandfather was concerned about. But the matter of his ability to recover dōjutsu strength wasn’t something he could explain here. His gaze swept across the gathered jōnin, seeing the reverence and awe in their eyes.
The power of divinity—Susanoo!
Such power was naturally deserving of fear and respect.
"Rēn, what the hell happened here? What forced you to use that thing?" Uchiha Homaru rushed forward, unable to hold back his question. Elder Uchiha An also approached quietly, ears keenly awaiting his reply.
"That?"
Rēn paused for a few seconds. He took two steps forward and stood atop a slanted tree trunk partially embedded in the ground, gazing down at the forty-five Uchiha jōnin below, including the three elders. He spoke loudly:
"I’m sure all of you want to know what happened here. Explaining it individually would take too long, so I’ll summarize: just now, Root once again attempted to assassinate me. They assembled their elite forces and attacked both myself and the Hyūga clan head. This isn’t the first time. I’ve let past transgressions slide—but this time, I caught them red-handed! If the village refuses to give our clan an explanation, I will not let this matter rest. Anyone who dares provoke the Uchiha must pay the price. So—prepare for battle!"
"Yes, Clan Head!"
The Uchiha responded with voices full of fury and excitement.
They were enraged that their clan head had been attacked within the village—and electrified by his firm stance!
Their murderous intent surged forth like unsheathed blades. The sheer pressure in the air was nearly tangible, forming a veritable sea of blood.
