"Fine. Just remember what you said," Zhan replied as he headed toward the camp.
Seeing him move, Isamu and the others followed.
Meanwhile, hidden within the camp's shadows, the Iwa ninja observed their approach. Their captain narrowed his eyes.
"Ignore the fact that Konoha reinforcements aren't with them. It looks like those stationed here have already been dealt with. Still… those Konoha ninja put up quite a fight."
"Captain, why don't we just rush out? There are fifty of us—we can wipe them out instantly," one subordinate suggested.
"No rush," the captain replied coldly. "Let them walk in. Let them see the corpses… then we strike and crush their spirits."
A cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Konoha dared to attack our village years ago… I'll make them pay."
Because of the distance, he couldn't clearly see Isamu's face. If he had recognized him, he might not have been so confident.
After obtaining Kurama, Isamu had gained the ability to sense malice. He could clearly feel several hostile auras locking onto him.
So they've already set their trap…
He remained calm on the surface.
Let's see what you've prepared.
---
As they entered the camp, the scene before them was horrifying.
About twenty corpses lay scattered across the ground.
Each had died in agony—their tendons severed, blood soaking the earth crimson.
Isamu crouched beside one body and examined it carefully. Lifting the chin slightly, he revealed a cut at the throat.
"This wound wasn't instantly fatal," he said quietly. "Their tendons were severed first… then they were left to bleed out."
The others fell silent.
"Damn those Iwa bastards!" Zhan cursed. "Check for survivors! And find our two clan members!"
Immediately, the group began searching.
Though Isamu appeared relaxed, he was fully alert. If the enemy made a move, he would strike instantly.
"Lord Zhan! Lord Isamu! There's a survivor—and he's one of ours!" someone shouted.
"Alive?!" Zhan rushed over.
Isamu's eyes narrowed slightly. A survivor? That's suspicious…
He followed.
---
When they arrived, the sight was shocking.
The Uchiha ninja's limbs were shattered. His throat was torn open, barely holding together. His eyes—
Gone.
He was clinging to life by a thread.
"Damn it!" Zhan shouted. "Stop the bleeding! Hurry!"
Watching them desperately try to save someone beyond saving, Isamu felt a rare trace of emotion.
This was the Uchiha Martial Faction—loyal to the end.
"Step aside," he said calmly. "Let me try."
The others moved back immediately.
Isamu placed his hand over the wound. Green chakra glowed softly.
After a minute, he withdrew his hand.
The wound had closed.
"Cough… cough…" The dying ninja suddenly began to breathe again.
"It worked!" Zhan grabbed Isamu. "Do it again! He'll recover!"
"It won't work," Isamu said flatly. "I only stabilized him temporarily. He's lost too much blood."
"This is just a final moment of clarity."
"No… that's impossible!" Zhan insisted. "Try again!"
"Cough… Lord… Zhan…" the ninja whispered weakly. "Don't… force Lord Isamu… I… know… my condition…"
"Shut up!" Zhan shouted. "I won't give up on anyone!"
Isamu stayed silent.
He knew the man still had something to say.
"I… failed… I didn't… destroy my Sharingan… they took it… I… failed… the… U… chi… ha…"
His voice faded.
Silence.
He was gone.
---
Isamu let out a quiet sigh.
"Even at the end… he was thinking about the clan."
"He could have thought about himself, just once."
"He was a true Uchiha," Zhan said solemnly, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm proud to share his blood."
The others nodded in agreement.
"Then why not join him?" a cold voice cut in.
The Iwa captain stepped forward—
followed by dozens of ninja emerging from the shadows, surrounding them completely.
Weapons were drawn instantly.
There were around fifty enemies.
Zhan leaned toward Isamu, whispering, "This is bad. At least twenty of them are Jonin. Can you handle it?"
Isamu casually gave a "no problem" gesture and stepped forward.
"Iwa ninja really don't learn, do they?" he said lazily. "Didn't I already teach you a lesson last time?"
"Who do you think you—" the captain began—
Then he saw Isamu's face.
His expression froze.
That memory…
That nightmare…
A single man descending upon Iwagakure like a disaster—destroying everything in his path.
"You…!" The captain's eyes widened. "So it's you!"
"We thought you were dead…"
A vicious grin spread across his face.
"But this is perfect. Today—we take revenge!"
The Jonin around him tensed, though many of the lower-ranked ninja looked confused.
Isamu laughed.
"Just you?"
"Your entire village couldn't stop me before. What makes you think you can now?"
"Don't underestimate us!" the captain roared. "Ever since that day, we've trained relentlessly. We're not the same!"
He gripped his kunai tightly, eyes locked on Isamu.
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