Inside the Multiverse Communication Guild, Ryujin's message had barely been sent—
Before it detonated like a bomb.
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LinglongIsCute:"????"
Eriri:"Wait—what did the new guy just say?! This… this feels HUGE!"
Asuna:"Rebellion? Uchiha? Is that a clan name? A family?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka:"Rebellion… so he's about to start a war?"
Asuna:"If 'Uchiha' refers to a clan, then yes… this could escalate into a full-scale clan conflict."
Utaha Kasumigaoka:"Planning something like that so casually… our newcomer might not be ordinary at all."
Eriri:"Whoa… could he be some kind of king? Now I really want to know who he is!"
Asuna:"Even if he is, in his world he may still be just human. Limited lifespan. No supernatural power."
A brief pause.
Then—
"As opposed to Linglong's world… where abilities actually exist."
LinglongIsCute:"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!"
Eriri:"…No, she has a point."
Utaha Kasumigaoka:"We'll find out soon enough. Let him come back online."
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The chat only grew more chaotic.
Speculation.
Excitement.
Curiosity.
—
But the person at the center of it all—
Had already left.
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Ryujin slowly lifted his gaze.
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Before him stood the core of the Uchiha Clan.
Elders.
Commanders.
Elites.
Dozens of powerful figures… all watching him.
All waiting.
—
Their eyes burned.
No longer hiding it.
No longer pretending.
—
They wanted war.
They wanted power.
They wanted control.
—
Part of it came from oppression.
But the other half—
Was pure, unfiltered ambition.
—
Because in this world…
Very few could resist the temptation of absolute authority.
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If the Uchiha seized Konoha—
If their Clan Head ascended as Hokage—
Then the Uchiha would stand above all.
The supreme clan.
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And beyond that?
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Why stop at Konoha?
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Why not the entire ninja world?
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The Uchiha were proud.
But their pride wasn't hollow.
It was built on something real.
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Power.
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The Sharingan.
A bloodline so overwhelming it bordered on absurdity.
Once awakened—
Even a Genin could crush a Chūnin.
Under the right conditions—
Even challenge a Jōnin.
—
That alone said everything.
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They weren't arrogant.
—
They were justified.
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Even Ryujin had long accepted that truth.
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The Uchiha Clan…
Was powerful.
—
And now—
He stood at its absolute peak.
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Clan Head.
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The man they trusted more than even the Hokage.
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Absolute loyalty.
Absolute belief.
—
If they placed everything in his hands—
Then how could he hesitate?
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Ryujin slowly raised his head.
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A crimson light flickered within his eyes.
Cold.
Decisive.
Unshakable.
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"If the village insists on suppressing the Uchiha…"
His voice was calm.
But it carried weight.
Heavy enough to press down on every soul in the room.
—
"…then why should we sit and wait for our own destruction?"
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Silence.
—
Not a single person moved.
Not a single breath felt steady.
—
"If Hiruzen Sarutobi desires conflict…"
His gaze sharpened.
Like a blade being drawn.
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"…then we will give him war."
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For a fraction of a second—
Stillness.
—
Then—
The hall exploded.
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"YES, CLAN HEAD!!"
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Excitement surged like wildfire.
Eyes blazed.
Blood roared.
—
This—
Was what they had been waiting for.
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Not hesitation.
Not compromise.
—
But decision.
—
The previous leader had been cautious.
Fearful.
Restrained.
—
And because of that—
The Uchiha had been weakened.
—
Again.
And again.
—
But Ryujin?
—
He was different.
—
Young.
Ruthless.
Certain.
—
"Clan Head," an elder stepped forward, voice firm, "we will begin preparations immediately. Mobilization, coordination, casualty control—we will ensure victory."
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Ryujin gave a small nod.
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"Do it."
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Simple.
Decisive.
Irreversible.
—
Because this wasn't a reckless rebellion.
—
This—
Was calculated war.
—
Charging blindly would only lead to ruin.
Even victory could become meaningless—
If everything was lost in the process.
—
The Uchiha understood this.
Ryujin understood this.
—
The Second Great Ninja War was still ongoing.
If Konoha weakened itself internally—
Other nations would strike without hesitation.
—
They wanted power.
But they were not fools.
—
If war was inevitable—
Then timing…
Would decide everything.
—
The Land of Lightning was already moving.
The world itself was shifting.
—
And Ryujin—
Had no intention of being caught unprepared.
—
But suddenly—
He vanished.
—
In the next instant—
His figure appeared at the edge of the Uchiha district.
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A forest.
Dense.
Silent.
—
Standing atop a branch, he looked down.
—
Two figures.
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One—
An Uchiha.
Masked.
—
The other—
Dressed in a strange, unfamiliar uniform.
—
Ryujin recognized him instantly.
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Root.
—
Konoha's shadow ran deeper than most realized.
—
ANBU operated in the open shadows.
Protecting.
Monitoring.
Killing when necessary.
—
But Root…
—
Was something else entirely.
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Created by Danzo Shimura.
Operating beneath everything.
—
No names.
No emotions.
No hesitation.
—
Only tools.
—
Living weapons.
—
And the man below—
Was one of them.
—
Ryujin watched in silence.
—
Information was exchanged.
Quick.
Efficient.
Clean.
—
Then—
The Root agent turned to leave.
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And in that exact moment—
Ryujin disappeared.
—
No sound.
No warning.
—
Only intent.
—
Cold.
Precise.
—
Predatory.
—
Because from the very beginning—
He had already decided.
—
If war was coming—
Then the first move…
Would be his.
—
And tonight—
Someone would die.
—
The hunt had begun.