Becomes a Rebel Ninja After Annihilating the Hyuga Clan

Chapter 39

"Not just you?"

Hearing Fugaku's cryptic words, Neiki sensed something was wrong. He tightly gripped Shisui's eye, which then turned into nothingness.

He quickly turned around.

In the distance, Danzo split into three parts, had somehow pieced himself back together. He struggled to pull the short blade out of his chest, glaring at Fugaku.

"You… should die!"

Seeing Neiki's cold gaze shift towards him, Danzo bit his lip and made a pragmatic choice—he abandoned the short blade that sealed his chakra and turned to flee!

With his chakra sealed, he stood no chance against Neiki!

The self-binding seal had no effect, meaning Neiki had completely escaped his control.

This was a pointless battle.

Even Izanagi couldn’t change the reality of being hit by the sealing sword technique.

Understanding his predicament, despite his immense hatred towards Neiki for nearly killing him, Danzo decisively chose to flee.

Neiki, disguised as Yamanaka Fu, aimed to benefit from their battle with Fugaku by hunting down a Uchiha clan leader and a Root chief.

—How could things go so smoothly?!

Fugaku, unwilling to be killed by a youngster, desperately resisted. This was good.

To Danzo, this was an act of great integrity.

As long as he could pull out the sealing short blade and restore his chakra flow, the current crisis would be resolved, and his lost face would be restored.

Just a Hyuga’s dog…

Just a Root traitor…

Want to be a fisherman?

Be the mantis instead!

The real oriole will teach you what seasoned experience is.

But as Danzo exerted effort to pull out the sealing sword, Fugaku suddenly exposed him.

Thus, all plans to counter Neiki fell apart.

The short blade had strong suction, making it hard to pull out alone. Danzo could only flee with the sword still in his chest.

Run…

Escape quickly!

Remove this sealing sword and come back for revenge later!!!

As he thought of this, he felt a chill on his neck.

Danzo turned around.

With a swift slash, a lightning-imbued sword pierced his head like cutting through a watermelon, then embedded itself in a nearby tree.

“Argh…”

Danzo’s throat emitted a sound as he fell to the ground.

The next moment, his body turned into a shadow and reappeared nearby.

Izanagi.

On his arm, another Sharingan closed.

Revived, Danzo immediately saw another lightning-imbued kunai flying towards him. He barely dodged, glimpsing Neiki, who had abandoned Fugaku and was now attacking him. Without hesitation, he quickly moved through the forest.

“You're not chasing him?” Fugaku, about to flee, noticed Neiki slow down.

Byakugan activated, Neiki said nothing, holding the lightning-imbued kunai, focusing intently.

Weak Point Detection!

He threw the Lightning Release kunai forcefully into the darkness!

A cry of agony echoed.

Birds scattered in fright.

“If you had willingly offered your neck for me to slit, he wouldn’t have escaped, no matter how many revivals he had.” Neiki, having consumed another of Danzo’s Sharingan, glanced at Fugaku.

It was, of course, a sarcastic remark.

Recalling the entire process of attacking Danzo, Neiki understood why Danzo, who had died so thoroughly, could still revive.

No problem with the person.

No problem with the steps.

The problem was that that arm was filled with multiple Sharingan.

Regardless of when the first seal was made or even separated, the arm could still automatically complete the remaining seals within a minute. Orochimaru, who created the arm, had indeed been thorough. Neiki narrowed his eyes.

Izanagi rewrote the reality of Danzo being dismembered but did not rewrite the reality of being hit by the sealing sword technique, as that happened before the first Izanagi seal.

Fugaku felt it was a pity Danzo was still alive. Izanagi also rewrote his foresight.

In the future he had foreseen, Danzo was already dead.

He even regretted that Neiki didn’t chase Danzo to eliminate the last chance of revival.

Thus, he still had to die.

“How many of our Sharingan did he steal?” Fugaku asked, voice unsteady.

“Enough to hold out until Konoha’s reinforcements arrive.” Neiki retrieved his long sword.

His Byakugan saw Danzo still fleeing and the Inuzuka clan ninja closing in, tracking by scent.

“You should cut off his ten fingers next time, one by one.” Fugaku suggested.

This failure was because the severed arm could form seals single-handedly.

“I should decapitate him next time.” Neiki responded calmly.

Neiki had learned from this experience, but his mood wasn’t good. So, after retrieving his sword, he immediately attacked Fugaku.

“Must you fight to the end?” Neiki asked as he slashed.

“Sorry, if you were my son, I wouldn’t resist…” Fugaku struggled with his remaining arm.

It was a completely one-sided battle.

…

The blade flashed.

A wound appeared on his side.

“But, the Uchiha clan… cannot lose to the Hyuga.”

…

The sword pierced his shoulder, removing a chunk of flesh.

“I always thought Itachi was stronger among Konoha’s dual prodigies…”

…

Finding an opening, the blade slashed his stomach, spilling his intestines.

“Even now, after all you’ve done, I still think so…”

…

The other arm was severed.

“I am the Uchiha clan’s leader—”

…

His body was cut in half.

“I am Itachi’s father…”

…

The sword pierced his chest, pinning him to the ground.

Even so.

“No one can… make me… surrender…”

…

“Well done.” Neiki’s only response.

…

“You’ll never… surpass…”

…

Itachi opened his eyes suddenly.

“You’re awake?” In a dark cave, a fire burned.

The masked man sat silently on a rock, watching him.

The firelight cast a huge, shifting shadow on the wall behind him.

“The Uchiha revolt has ended.” Seeing Itachi rise, he reminded calmly.

Itachi paused, fists clenched, but continued towards the cave entrance.

“But Konoha’s destruction seems to have just begun.”

Itachi stopped and looked back.

A black and white figure wrapped in Venus flytrap-like leaves emerged from the ground.

He held an old explosive tag.

“I found something interesting underground in Konoha~” White Zetsu elongated his tone, waving the explosive tag.

“This was made before that boy was born,” Black Zetsu’s voice was low, “but it’s the reason he faced so many Konoha ninjas without fear.”

As Itachi wondered who “he” was, the masked man’s red eye reflected Itachi’s face:

“That guy knows many things he shouldn’t…”

“So I ask you.”

“How much do you know about Neiki?”