Chapter 151 – You Don’t Want Your “Home Videos” Found Out By the Clan, Right?

BOOM!!!

The moment all three opened their eyes, the dark cold power surging within them caused the thorny bindings around their bodies to disintegrate completely, obliterated by the tangible chakra erupting from them and scattering into fine sawdust.

Swish—swish—swish—

The freed trio didn't hesitate for even a second. In a flash, they appeared at the side of Uchiha Gin's "corpse." Staring at the unmoving chest, they fell into a brief silence.

Memories of Gin accelerated through their minds. A kind, gentle elder figure gradually solidified in their hearts.

Seriously? What are you standing there for? Hashirama is right up ahead! Get your butts moving and beat him up already!

Eyes still shut, Gin relied on his heightened sensory abilities to read the scene around him. Lying on the ground pretending to be dead, he felt rage boiling within.

You're seriously just standing there silently? I died this pathetically and you're just going to mourn me? Should I write "TRAGIC" in blood on the ground or something?!

"Big bro! Don't worry, we're here to help!"

Just then, long-lost Senju Tobirama burst from the woods, bringing with him four burly muscleheads of the Senju clan. With a determined expression, he charged toward the trio still mourning Gin's "death," swinging his long sword with conviction.

"Tobirama, be careful!"

Roles reversed, Hashirama now shouted in panic, trying to stop his younger brother. But Tobirama was already mid-strike, unable to halt his momentum.

Behind him, the Muscle Quartet ripped open their tight vests and licked their lips as they lunged toward the handsome Uchiha brothers, Madara and Izuna.

In the background, the battle theme "YMCA" began to play softly—this was their fighting song.

"Uchiha Izuna, don't be sad. I'll send you to join him now!"

Tobirama's eyes glowed crimson, and with a maniacal grin unlike his usual calm demeanor, he aimed his chakra-infused sword right at Izuna's head—clearly going for a killing blow.

"Don't bother me."

Izuna raised his head. His blood-red eyes glared coldly at the incoming blade. With the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan, everything around him slowed. He could see each strand of indigo chakra trailing from the blade in sharp detail.

"Hmph!"

With a snort, Izuna's eyes glowed, and a cold, ominous chakra erupted behind him. A bright yellow skeletal frame burst from the earth, and massive golden hands reached from the void, swatting Tobirama away like a fly.

THUD!

Tobirama, full of momentum just a moment ago, was now a projectile flying across the battlefield. He gouged a trench into the ground as he crashed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"You dare hurt Tobirama? Mokuton—!"

With all the others delivering their final dramatic performances, Hashirama couldn't fall behind. His eyes filled with sorrow as he clapped his hands, preparing a devastating Mokuton strike for Izuna.

"Hashi-ramaaaa…"

Just as chakra began condensing in his palms, a frigid voice whispered in his ear, sending chills down his spine.

He glanced sideways—and instantly froze.

Unnoticed, Uchiha Madara had quietly approached, his face expressionless and deathly cold. His enchanting Mangekyō eyes stared at Hashirama like a predator looking at its prey.

The rotating patterns in his pupils released a powerful chakra, one even darker and deeper than Izuna's. Four giant blue hands gripping swords slowly extended from Madara's back.

"!!!"

He's already at the second stage?!

Seeing those four sword-wielding blue hands, Hashirama's eye twitched, and he instinctively leapt far away. In the group chat, he shouted mentally:

"Director! We can't drag this on—these guys are going all in with their Mangekyō! If you don't stop this soon, we'll be down three blind Uchiha!"

"Don't panic. Our special guest is on the way!"

Watching from the sidelines, Uchiha Gin (a.k.a. Director), sent a calm message as he tracked Tajima's distant figure.

"Get ready. Final few minutes. Don't mess this up!"

On the battlefield, Izuna's bright yellow first-stage Susanoo was clashing wildly with the battered Tobirama and his odd musclebound backup.

"Ugh—Tobirama, stop buzzing around like a damn fly!"

It was Izuna's first time using Susanoo. He clearly wasn't used to it. His awkward giant hands kept missing Tobirama, and he hadn't even noticed the blood tears streaming down his face from chakra overuse.

"This won't do… If this keeps up, my cousin's eye power is gonna spike by +1000. Muscle Four! Go sacrifice yourselves!"

Worried about Izuna's reckless chakra usage, Tobirama reluctantly ordered his men to play the role of sacrificial lambs.

"Gwah… this is the fate of background characters, huh?"

The leader of the Muscle Four, a bandana-wearing beefcake, sighed. He deliberately slowed down and looked at the incoming giant yellow hand. His final line:

"Once a couple, forever a bond…"

BOOM!

Izuna was stunned as the Senju man crashed into his hand. Without time to think, afraid the guy might escape again, he clenched the hand—and the man squished like a rotten tomato.

"Boss!"

The remaining three, also under orders, charged at Izuna's half-formed giant like madmen, tears in their eyes as they rained blows on him.

Boom! Crack! Fwoosh!

Izuna reflexively swung his arms, sending them flying. Their bodies exploded into blood mist in mid-air.

"Huh?"

Izuna stared wide-eyed at his glowing yellow Susanoo, stunned. Do I have… some hidden power I didn't know about?

"Damn it… Muscle Four, I'll avenge you!"

Tobirama roared with righteous anger, frightening Izuna into bracing for a deadly jutsu—only to see the white-haired Senju abruptly turn tail and bolt toward Hashirama.

"Don't run!"

Izuna panicked, but the massive chakra drain finally hit him. His body weakened, and he fell to one knee, bloody tears still trickling down.

"Hashi-ramaaa!!"

With the terrifying might of the newly awakened Susanoo, Madara showed a crazed grin as he wielded the four massive blue swords in a rapid, relentless assault. Energy blasts cut through the air, leaving scars in the earth.

Hashirama could only hold off the attacks by entangling them with massive Mokuton branches, buying time while waiting for their special guest star to arrive.

"Ah?! Hurry up! I think I've been found out!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice rang in the group chat. It was Gin, who was still lying dead on the battlefield.

"???"

Everyone in the group chat was confused.

Our acting has been seamless—how could he get exposed?

While Madara and Izuna battled like rabid dogs, Uchiha Chiri quietly approached Gin's lifeless body.

She knelt beside him, gently caressing his pale face, her eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

Her pale cheeks lit up with a soft smile as her newly awakened Mangekyō spun like a blooming clover. A strange energy began to gather.

Wait… this chakra feels familiar…

Gin, who had been working hard to "die," suddenly recognized the force gathering in her eye. Upon careful sensing, he froze.

No way… this is… time-space power?!

It couldn't be. Was Chiri's Mangekyō actually a time-space ability? He might be in serious trouble if she activated it.

In the Naruto world, time-space powers were among the rarest and most mysterious—nobody could predict their true abilities.

"Eh…"

As Chiri's clover spun faster, her once-sorrowful expression twisted slightly, as if she'd seen something very strange.

"Seriously? So that's what it is… that's just too…"

Two lines of blood trickled from her eyes. Her emptiness disappeared, replaced by a sharp gleam.

She deactivated her Sharingan, stared suspiciously at Gin's lifeless body, and stroked her delicate chin, deep in thought.

Feeling her emotional shift, Gin's heart tensed. He wasn't sure what she had seen, but it was clear something had been revealed.

Chiri seemed to come to a conclusion. Her eyes flickered with something unreadable. She stepped closer to Gin's head.

Reaching out, she gently brushed her slender fingers across his cheek—like touching something precious.

Wait… huh? Eh??

Gin felt her soft fingers stroke his face and began to relax a little.

Maybe I didn't blow my cover after all? Maybe she just came to terms with everything…

"Gin-san…"

Her fingers traced his sharp features. Her voice, soft and fluid, was filled with calm as she murmured,

"How should I even describe you…"

Gin perked his ears up, eager to hear what secret she was about to share.

But just as he leaned into it, her once-gentle touch began to tighten.

The force she used wasn't enough to harm him physically—but the words that followed made his limbs go numb, and his blood run cold.

"Gin-san… you wouldn't want everyone here to find out about the little 'home videos' you filmed… would you?"

(End of Chapter)

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