[60] Crushing the Uchiha Clan

Early the next morning, Sora swaggered his way to the Uchiha district.

The area still felt completely disconnected from the rest of Konoha—crude wooden houses stood clustered like some primitive village.

"Stop right there! This is Uchiha territory. Outsiders, get lost!"

He hadn't even stepped inside before two Uchiha chūnin stopped him, both wearing sneers full of contempt.

They'd heard of Sora, sure—but they didn't believe the hype about his strength.

"Well, well, isn't this Konoha's little genius? Should we teach him a lesson?"

One of them, with a hooked nose, gave a sinister grin, eyeing Sora maliciously.

"I'm in! Teaching brats a lesson is my favorite thing," the other agreed without hesitation.

Geniuses? Powerhouses? What a joke—in front of the Uchiha, everyone else was garbage.

Konoha liked to boast? Then don't blame them for slapping that arrogance right off their faces.

Watching the two inch closer with bad intentions written all over their faces, Sora smiled—a small, adorable dimple forming at the corner of his mouth.

Looks like Fugaku's really committed. He even arranged sparring partners for the show. Nice.

The two of them had already agreed that Sora would beat every Uchiha into submission—only then would the clan respect him.

And Sora was the perfect candidate—young enough to shock them, strong enough to dominate them.

That way, under Fugaku's guidance, Sora could lecture the Uchiha—without anyone daring to object.

"Well, since Fugaku went through the trouble, I can't disappoint him. Sorry, boys."

With an apologetic thought, Sora activated Body Flicker. In a blur of black lightning, he appeared behind the two before they could react.

The next moment, he didn't hold back. To make it convincing, he smacked both of them on the back of the head—hard.

"Ugh—"

Their Sharingan were still spinning when they collapsed like sacks of rice, limp on the ground.

"Not bad—solid acting. Fugaku should reward you two with an extra drumstick."

Nodding with satisfaction, Sora turned and continued on.

Unbeknownst to him, Fugaku had arranged nothing.

He'd just been waiting for Sora to fight his way through.

Meanwhile, those two Uchiha chūnin were groaning internally: "We weren't acting—we just wanted to show off! You didn't have to hit us that hard!"

Too bad Sora didn't know—if he had, he might've hit them harder and sent them to the hospital for a week or two.

But it didn't matter. The plan was still on track. Sora headed straight for the Uchiha clan hall.

To make a statement, Fugaku had summoned most of the clan under the pretense of a meeting, waiting for Sora's arrival.

So no one else blocked him along the way. He arrived without issue.

Creak.

Pushing open the doors to the Uchiha clan hall, Sora was greeted by hundreds of Sharingan glaring at him in unison.

Unfazed, he strolled inside and said leisurely, "So I hear the Uchiha are pretty arrogant? Let's see if you've earned the right to be."

"You dare provoke the Uchiha on our own turf? Even the Hokage can't save you now!"

"You're dead meat! You dare challenge us? You must have a death wish!"

"Step aside—I'll gut this snot-nosed brat myself!"

The room erupted with fury. Every Uchiha was bristling with killing intent, their eyes practically spitting fire.

If Fugaku gave the word, they'd tear Sora to pieces right then and there.

Fugaku remained silent, watching calmly, but inwardly he sighed.

The Uchiha really have rotted. Even Madara back then wasn't this arrogant.

"Heh—one of you isn't enough. Why don't you all come at me together?" Sora sneered, giving Fugaku a subtle nod.

Fugaku caught the signal and responded with a wink. Then he bellowed in fury, "How dare you insult the Uchiha—kill him!"

Boom!

The already-incensed crowd exploded. Uchiha after Uchiha charged at Sora.

They were in their sacred clan hall, and with so many of them packed together, ninjutsu was off the table—it would damage the hall or injure their own. So taijutsu it was.

Sora instantly understood.

"Well then, I won't take advantage either."

After all, his goal was to subdue the Uchiha. If he fought dirty, the result wouldn't be convincing.

With so many active Sharingan, their perception was undoubtedly terrifying. But that only made his performance more effective.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In terms of physical strength alone, Sora was on par with Might Guy before opening the Eight Gates. On top of that, he could use Lightning Release chakra to stimulate his muscles, and his Body Flicker was far beyond ordinary.

Like a crackling bolt of lightning, he zipped through the hall, bouncing around like an unstoppable current. His afterimages lingered like ghosts.

Within just two or three minutes, Sora reappeared in front of Fugaku.

Only then did the afterimages begin to fade—each one vanishing in sync with an Uchiha collapsing in pain.

Sora had intentionally left them conscious so they could witness everything. But in hindsight, maybe it would've been kinder to knock them out.

He hadn't held back. Limbs were broken—at best, a few fractured ribs.

Fugaku's eyelids twitched. That's the entire clan's Sharingan users—down in one go. How much is this going to cost in medical bills?

The Uchiha might be wealthy, but even their treasury couldn't take this kind of hit.

"So this is the mighty Uchiha? What a joke. I hope you don't disappoint me too, Clan Head."

Sora had mastered the art of passive-aggressive insults. Straight-up mockery was ineffective—but a snide, sarcastic jab? That hit harder than any punch.

Behind him, dozens of Uchiha lay writhing, their eyes like daggers stabbing into him.

If looks could kill, Sora would've died a hundred times. Unfortunately for them, their genjutsu was useless against him.

"How dare you disgrace the Uchiha like this! I'll drag you down with me!"

Fugaku rose, ready to fight—but then another voice cut in.

Turning, Sora saw it came from the clan elders—frail old men, their bodies trembling as they stood.

Sora instinctively flinched, afraid they'd crumble into dust before the fight even began.

Is this… are they trying to scam me with a fake injury claim? Is "injury baiting" a thing in the ninja world now?

His eye twitched wildly. Sora immediately signaled Fugaku—he wasn't about to fight a bunch of senior citizens. What if one of them actually dropped dead?

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