Chapter 109: Chapter 108: The Fall of the Uzumaki Nation

They deeply understood that this was a moment of life or death-only by fighting with all their might could they hope to seize a sliver of survival.

Hikaru glanced at the Uzumaki clan members reveling in the city not far away and smiled faintly.

Then he turned forward, clasped his hands, and softly chanted, "Wood Release: Tree Realm Manifestation."

All sound, wind, and heartbeat vanished, leaving only the dazzling blade light carrying unmatched majesty, slicing toward the Third Mizukage and the Hidden Mist shinobi.

Though this was only a B-rank jutsu, with so many Hidden Mist shinobi working together, its power could not be underestimated.

They could only helplessly watch the blade draw near, their hearts filled with endless despair.

Those Uzumaki clan members, shaken into daze by the scene before them, gradually came to their senses and simultaneously turned their gaze toward the source of the sound.

"The fun ends here. Time to move on, Hidden Mist."

Uchiha Hikaru intended to show through his actions that any infringement or provocation against Konoha would come at a heavy cost.

Konoha was no longer the old Konoha.

His eyes widened as he stared at the ruins, as if unable to believe the reality before him.

With one slash, the world seemed to plunge into a momentary silence.

In that instant, everything disappeared, leaving only the flashing blade and infinite darkness.

These people stared intently at the fiery wall before them, determination flickering in their eyes.

Therefore, he chose to utterly annihilate the Hidden Mist shinobi with thunderous force-to make everyone understand.

A roar like heaven and earth breaking shattered the world.

Uchiha Hikaru merely watched them quietly, without interfering in their actions.

"Whoooosh"

Even the steam was consumed by the fire, as if all resistance was instantly devoured by the blaze.

Fear made their eyes bulge, their heartbeat growing louder in the silence.

The Third Mizukage and the Hidden Mist shinobi felt a chill rise from their hearts, as if shrouded in the shadow of death.

Over a hundred Hidden Mist shinobi shouted in unison, their voices reverberating across the battlefield.

They waved their arms excitedly, faces beaming with smiles, celebrating this hard-won victory. "Boom!"

They mechanically turned to look toward the source of the voice, their faces frozen in fear.

It was no longer a place that could be bullied easily, nor could a simple apology settle matters anymore.

Watching the scene before him, he nodded with satisfaction.

The Hidden Mist shinobi who had just regained some morale saw this and fell back into despair.

When all settled, the Uzumaki clan members before them were completely stunned.

Members of the Uzumaki clan shouted in unison:

The Third Mizukage was controlled by Uchiha Madara, and the people of Konoha had helped him through that ordeal.

His face showed no expression, but a satisfied gleam shone in his eyes.

Suddenly, an excited voice rang out across the sky, breaking the brief calm.

"Oh! We won!!!"

'No, I have to go back and properly supervise Tsunade and the others' progress, or else, how will I slack off in the future?'

There stood a young Uzumaki, pale-faced, tightly gripping a kunai that had just slipped from his hand and struck the ground, making that faint noise.

This strike not only fulfilled his revenge but also achieved another important purpose.

The complete annihilation of the Hidden Mist shinobi was both a fierce retaliation against the Mizukage's betrayal and Uchiha Hikaru's declaration to the world that Konoha had changed. However, a faint cold smile curled on his lips.

He wanted the whole world to know that Konoha had a new master, new power, and new resolve. Faced with desperation, although some Hidden Mist shinobi had already begun to feel fear and were ready to give up, a portion of them firmly chose to rise and resist.

"Water Style: Water Shock Wave!"

They exchanged a glance, as if silently conveying some unspoken message.

He knew this blow was nearly his limit so far the strongest power he had mastered.

The flames danced on the blade like a tamed beast, gradually calming until completely absorbed.

Their eyes widened, pupils reflecting the approaching blade, faces twisted with terror and despair. Their hands swiftly formed seals, then they suddenly thrust forward.

Clink-

The world they saw had changed entirely; where the Hidden Mist shinobi once stood was now a vast plain.

This was his first full-force strike, and the first time he truly understood his own strength. The light sound, like a drop falling on a calm lake, instantly broke the surrounding silence.

As Uchiha Hikaru's voice fell, the armored Susanoo swung the war blade.

At that moment, Uchiha Hikaru's cold voice rang in their ears like a death knell.

After the blade finished absorbing the fire, it emitted an even more terrifying aura.

This was a brand-new era-an era belonging to Uchiha Hikaru and Konoha.

"Silent Extinction!"1

"Long live Uzumaki!! Long live Konoha!!"

But the Third Mizukage's actions to attack the Uzumaki Nation and kill Konoha's Anbu were something Uchiha Hikaru could not tolerate.

Immediately, a massive torrent of water surged forth beside them, fiercely rushing toward the wall of flames.

They tried to move their feet to escape the fatal slash.

He wanted other shinobi villages to know that Konoha had changed beyond recognition.

But found their bodies locked by an invisible force, unable to even twitch a finger.

In no time, the entire plain was covered with woods, becoming a lush, verdant forest.

Then, led by a seemingly commanding figure, they neatly lined up in a row.

'It's over, time to go back and catch up on sleep. Come to think of it, these past few days have been a bit

too busy.'

Uchiha Hikaru quietly stood atop the giant's head, overlooking the ruins he had created with his own

hands.

At once, the entire battlefield seemed to tremble.

Then he muttered to himself:

Soon, more cheers followed like surging waves.

Where there had just been a plain, countless trees suddenly sprouted from the ground.

The dark flames, as if provoked, flickered and then burned even more fiercely.

The water rapidly converged in the air, condensing into a towering pillar dozens of meters high, charged

with overwhelming momentum as it struck toward the black flames.

They even spared him accountability for attacking Konoha, as Madara was considered a rogue ninja of

the village.

As his words fell, an invisible force spread through the air.

Neither the tall trees nor the small hills remained everything was erased by that slash, leaving only

dust and rubble scattered across the ground.

It had new protectors and new rules.

There stood the towering figure of Susanoo in its armored form, the war blade in his hand slowly

absorbing the flames of Flame Release: Mahāvairocana.

A tremendous explosion echoed as the water pillar slammed violently into the flames.