Chapter 45: The Right Eye’s Dōjutsu—Magatsuhi no Kami! * 

Hearing the system's chime in his mind, Yoru tallied up the thirteen Cloud-nin he'd just annihilated in an instant. 

No surprise there—he'd wiped them out in a flash. 

+900 Virtue Points. 

Without hesitation, he dumped them all into his ocular power. 

And then— 

[Host's Mangekyō Sharingan ocular power has reached 3000!] 

[Host has awakened the right eye's dōjutsu…] 

[Magatsuhi no Kami!] 

[Magatsuhi no Kami: This dōjutsu allows the user to gaze into the sins etched upon a target's soul, materializing them as "karmic flames" that scorch both body and mind. The deeper the sin, the greater the agony. It holds the power of divine judgment, forcibly dredging up the target's accumulated karma and forcing their soul and flesh to endure equal torment!] 

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Yoru's mind. 

His second Mangekyō ability had finally awakened. 

Magatsuhi no Kami. 

In Japanese myth, this malevolent deity embodied "sin" and "calamity"—yet paradoxically, also represented "purification through suffering." According to the Kojiki, when Izanagi fled the underworld, the impurities clinging to his body birthed Magatsuhi no Kami, the incarnation of all worldly corruption. 

And now, Yoru's right eye had manifested this very power— 

Judgment. Retribution. The flames of karma, searing body and soul alike. 

A perfect match for him. 

Of course it was. 

A Mangekyō's abilities always reflected its wielder's nature. 

His left eye's Sukunahikona, the "Eye of Insight," mirrored his peerless perception—even as a three-tomoe user, his vision had been unmatched. 

His right eye's Magatsuhi no Kami, the "Eye of Judgment," embodied his hatred for evil, his vow to purge the world's sins down to the last ember. 

Together, these eyes were his soul made manifest. 

The Sharingan was, after all, the mirror of the heart. 

That said, without the Eternal Mangekyō or Hashirama's cells, he couldn't afford to recklessly abuse its power. 

Still— 

With these twin dōjutsu awakened, Yoru's strength had skyrocketed once more. 

As Yoru quietly savored his newfound power, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood frozen in shock and fury. 

The fragile peace he'd sacrificed the Hyūga to secure with Kumogakure— 

Shattered in an instant. 

This man had crossed the line yet again. 

The pain of losing his son, old grudges, fresh rage—all fused into a single, icy resolve. 

Strangely, Hiruzen felt no visible anger. 

Only silence. 

A silence more terrifying than any outburst. 

With a glance, he signaled Shisui Uchiha. 

Shisui understood. 

It was time to end this. 

He stepped forward, past the clan heads and Konoha's elite, locking eyes with Yoru. 

Behind Shisui stood the might of the entire village. 

Behind Yoru— 

Only corpses. 

Yoru sensed Shisui's killing intent. 

But to him, Shisui was just Hiruzen's puppet. 

Pathetic. 

Strong as he was, Shisui's convictions were hollow. 

A man like that could never defeat him. 

If he sought death— 

So be it. 

Fugaku Uchiha subtly moved to Yoru's side, chakra flaring. 

As clan head, he dreaded this fight more than anyone. 

But if it came to war, he'd stand with Yoru— 

Even against the entire village. 

Hiashi Hyūga, sensing the tension, hesitated—then stepped to Yoru's other side. 

"…Hizashi?" 

The crowd stirred. 

This wasn't the Hyūga clan head? 

Realization dawned. 

Hiashi emerged, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder—his own robes damp with cold sweat. 

He shot Yoru a fleeting glance before forcing a smile. 

"You're safe… That's what matters." 

Hiruzen's brow twitched. 

So. 

The Hyūga brothers had kept even him in the dark. 

If this had gone wrong, the ceasefire— 

No matter. 

That damned Uchiha had ruined everything anyway. 

But… were the Hyūga now siding with him?! 

It was the elders who finally broke the tension. 

Koharu Utatane sighed. 

"Hiruzen, damage control with Kumo comes first." 

"Indeed. Unless we want war, this must be handled carefully," Homura Mitokado added gravely. 

Hiruzen glanced at Danzō— 

But the shadowy advisor stayed silent. 

Typical. 

Was he enjoying the show? 

Gritting his teeth, Hiruzen spoke. 

"Shisui. Elders. Danzō." 

"My office. Now." 

Shisui blinked. "Hokage-sama?" 

A nod. 

"…Understood." 

With that, they withdrew. 

ANBU swiftly disposed of the Cloud envoys' bodies, while the clans dispersed—each lost in thought. 

Kakashi lingered, his gaze unreadable. 

As Hiruzen left, Hiashi exhaled. 

He turned to Yoru. 

"…Thank you." 

"If not for you—" 

Yoru shook his head. 

"I act for my own sake. Nothing more." 

The Hyūga brothers exchanged glances. 

"Regardless, you saved our lives—and avenged the humiliation our clan endured." 

"The Hyūga owe you a debt." 

Yoru barely reacted, but Fugaku's pulse quickened. 

An alliance with the Hyūga? 

Hizashi lowered his voice. 

"Yoru, I'm grateful, but…" 

"The Hokage won't let this go." 

"Be careful." 

Yoru smirked. 

"What comes will come." 

"Some debts… are overdue." 

Fugaku and the Hyūga stiffened. 

Did he mean—?! 

Hiashi shot Fugaku a look. 

"Fugaku-sama… sometimes the greatest threat lies within one's own clan." 

Fugaku understood. 

Hiruzen's true weapon wasn't himself— 

It was Shisui, Konoha's strongest Uchiha, the ANBU commander. 

Pitting Uchiha against Uchiha. 

That was the Hokage's game. 

Fugaku's fists clenched. 

"…I'll be vigilant." 

"And you should know—" 

He dropped his voice. 

"The Hokage distrusts the Hyūga now, too." 

The brothers paled. 

They knew he wasn't wrong. 

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