"Ice Release: Black Dragon Blizzard!"
Seeing the incoming flames, Tsurugi Fubuki quickly formed hand seals.
She fused the wind-nature chakra within her body with the surrounding snow and freezing air, instantly condensing it into a massive black ice dragon that roared as it charged into the sea of fire.
But the moment the dragon collided with the flames, the fire was not suppressed.
Instead, it expanded violently— like oil igniting.
A crimson wave of fire rolled outward, forming a circular shockwave that exploded in all directions.
Fubuki's pupils shrank.
She leapt into the air to dodge the incoming blaze.
But at that very moment—a shadow appeared behind her.
A pair of scarlet Sharingan glowed eerily in the darkness.
"It's over," Jien's cold voice sounded from behind her.
Fubuki barely had time to turn her head before she felt a chill at her neck.
Her vision spun.
In her final moment, she saw her own headless body—and then everything went black.
Scenes like this unfolded throughout the palace.
These Snow ninja might have looked formidable, but in truth they were nothing more than disorganized rabble.
Jien walked calmly through the swirling snow.
His Sharingan reflected the burning palace and the corpses scattered across the ground.
He raised his hand lightly.
A kunai sliced through the blizzard and buried itself precisely in the throat of a Snow ninja attempting to escape.
Under the firelight, his shadow stretched long— like Death itself patrolling a living hell.
This purge had never been a battle.
It was merely a performance destined to end.
Blood soaked the snowy paths.
Cries of agony filled the air.
The once-majestic palace had become a slaughterhouse.
Meanwhile, Wen Lan led Kazahana Koyuki and Asama Sandayu deeper into the palace.
The snow beneath their feet was saturated with blood.
Each step produced a dull, wet crunch.
The screams and clashes around them terrified Koyuki; she kept her head lowered, refusing to look.
Sandayu, meanwhile, was stunned by the strength of Konoha's shinobi.
The Snow Ninja Village—once an unreachable power in his eyes—
had been crushed effortlessly.
They finally reached the throne hall.
At the center, seated upon a chair symbolizing absolute authority, was Kazahana Dotō.
He wore full armor.
His presence radiated cold dominance.
His gaze swept over the three visitors like a blade before settling on Koyuki, filled with disdain and icy contempt.
"It seems my only mistake," Dotō said coldly, staring at Wen Lan, "was killing a Konoha ninja."
Wen Lan looked at him with open scorn.
"Where is the head of our Konoha shinobi?"
"Already crushed under my heel," Dotō sneered, tapping the armrest of his throne.
The last trace of calm in Wen Lan vanished.
His anger surged again.
"I will not allow you an easy death."
"The outcome isn't decided yet," Dotō said as he rose from the throne and walked slowly down the steps.
"We'll see who dies in the end."
Wen Lan let out a cold laugh.
"I just didn't want to waste money repairing the palace.
But killing you won't cost much."
He drew the Kusanagi Sword.
Golden lightning erupted instantly.
Electric arcs wrapped around the blade, tearing through the air with a piercing hum.
Dotō's pupils shrank.
"You're… Golden Thunder Flame Wen Lan?!"
"Seems your intelligence department is incompetent," Wen Lan said with a faint smile.
"I'm standing right in front of you, and you still don't know who I am."
The sword flashed like lightning.
Dotō hurriedly began forming hand seals in desperation.
But before he could finish—the blade severed his left arm.
Lightning surged through the wound, detonating across his nervous system.
Wen Lan did not stop.
The sword spun again—and cut off his remaining arm.
Then both legs.
Dotō collapsed to the ground, reduced to a limbless torso.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Wen Lan sheathed his sword and glanced down at him as if he had just stepped on an insect.
The palace fell silent.
Only the howling wind pushed through shattered windows, carrying the scent of blood.
"Now," Wen Lan said calmly, "we can start having some fun."
His Sharingan activated.
The crimson tomoe rotated slowly.
"Tsukuyomi."
Dotō's consciousness was instantly dragged into a blood-red dimension.
The world inverted.
Time froze.
Under a crimson sky, endless illusions carved into his mind like blades.
Punishments unfolded one after another:
Lingchi dismemberment.
Skinning alive.
Boiling torture.
Burning execution.
Every nerve in his body was dragged into an endless hell.
He saw himself flayed.
He felt his soul suspended between fire and ice.
His screams echoed across an eternal void.
Just as his consciousness was about to collapse completely—
Wen Lan released the technique.
Dotō fell to the ground.
Blood spilled from his mouth and nose.
His body convulsed like a dying candle in the wind.
His eyes were empty.
Yet deep within them remained a terror etched into his very soul.
Wen Lan looked down at him.
"I told you," he said quietly.
"You will not die easily."
He pulled a small bottle from his ninja pouch.
Inside was dark red liquid.
"My blood," he explained calmly.
"Drink this, and you'll gain immortality.
Severed limbs will regenerate."
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Our game has just begun."
He grabbed Dotō's jaw and forced the liquid down his throat.
Moments later—
Dotō's severed limbs began regenerating visibly.
Flesh grew.
Bones reformed.
Muscles knitted together.
But the instant his body fully healed—
Wen Lan's sword flashed again.
His newly restored limbs were cut off once more.
Dotō screamed in agony.
Blood and severed flesh sprayed across the floor again and again.
Pain crashed over him like endless waves.
"Kill me!" Dotō roared in despair.
"Just kill me!"
"You murdered an Uchiha clansman," Wen Lan replied with a cold smile.
"And you think death should be easy?"
He leaned closer.
"Your punishment will be slow."
He continued calmly:
"Your mind is too damaged right now.
So I'll start with your body."
He paused.
"Don't worry.
Once your sanity recovers… we'll continue with genjutsu."
Koyuki watched the broken, mutilated Dotō on the ground.
This time, there was no fear in her eyes.
Only satisfaction.
This man—
her own uncle—
had murdered her father and destroyed her home.
Jien and Shisui entered the hall side by side.
Shisui showed a trace of pity.
Jien, however, looked completely unsurprised.
He was already very familiar with the Third Elder's methods.
Wen Lan noticed their footsteps and stopped.
Jien stepped forward respectfully.
"Third Elder, everyone in the palace has been eliminated."
"Good."
Wen Lan kicked Dotō's broken body toward him.
"Seal his chakra.
He shouldn't die by our hands."
He paused.
"He should die at the hands of Bi Liang's family."
"Yes, sir."
Jien immediately formed hand seals and pressed his palm onto Dotō's body.
His chakra was sealed completely.
He collapsed like a useless shell, barely able to breathe.
Wen Lan then turned to Koyuki.
His tone was calm but firm.
"I will leave three Uchiha shinobi to protect you.
Within one week, Konoha will send representatives to formally install you as ruler."
He looked directly at her.
"I hope you don't disappoint me."
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