Konoha's Way of Death

The night was getting dark, and the Uchiha tribe fell into silence.

Most people sleep peacefully without realizing it. After all, every ethnic group has a group of retired or ordinary people. As for those who know, they lie on the bed, or draw a slit of curtains, and listen closely. , waiting for the final answer.

In such a night, nearly a hundred Uchiha ninjas were led out by the elder Uchiha.

They have serious faces, all of them are strong and sharp, and they are about to go to the tragic battlefield with the spirit of iron and blood.

Not with a certain determination, in fact, they know what they will face with a greater probability.

But they were unwilling in the end, so this unwillingness turned into anger, and the anger ignited to inflate the determination and self-confidence in their hearts.

When the Uchiha clan was about to leave, nearly a hundred people were divided into three teams, and they followed the leader silently out of the clan.

But as soon as they left the clan, the three teams stopped.

Sharingan opened, like a series of red lanterns hanging in the distance, staring at the figures blocking in front of each other.

Then, the pupils shrank suddenly, the noise began to sound, and then fell silent.

Pairs of eyes turned firm.

Haven't you already made a decision?

Isn't this already expected?

It's just that the plan and action were discovered too early, and they were blocked before it had time.

It's just that the person is too strong.

If one looks ahead, there are dozens of people there, some are familiar, some are unfamiliar, some have met several times, and some have talked to them before.

Some people even joked about him, saying that they would marry their daughter to him.

When he crashed into this group like a wild boar, he couldn't be completely distinguished from them.

That girl, even with her eyes gouged out and her surname aside, still has the same blood as them.

What's more, there are companions who have fought together, but now they are on the opposite side.

"Go back." Ruoren advised, "It hasn't happened yet, it's not too late, there's still time."

"We can't go back." Uchiha said truthfully.

"Don't talk nonsense, isn't the road behind you, just turn around and walk back." Ruoren said coldly.

Uchiha remained silent, and then said: "We will not look back."

He looked directly at Ruoren, and said firmly: "We have made a choice before, but now it seems that that choice is not necessarily correct. What happened can no longer be changed, but what has not happened, will not be the end of the day." Never sure, can you?"

"At least after you made that choice, the Uchiha has been passed down to this day, and it's still the No. [-] family in Konoha, isn't it?"

"When what we want is the glory of the past."

"But that is the glory of your ancestors, it was never created by you." Ruoren retorted.

Uchiha paused for real, and then laughed: "Yeah, so we have to rebuild our glory now."

He pulled out the sword in his hand, and the clansmen behind him immediately made the same movement, and there was an endless clanging sound.

"No need to persuade, don't underestimate us, let us see how powerful Konoha Master is, and let you see why Uchiha's enemies are full of fear of us!"

Ruoren sighed and looked behind him, where a group of mice had crept in, watching silently, preparing to eat the carrion afterward.

"bring it on."

He stopped persuading, what should be said has been said, the black knife was out of its sheath, but instead of attacking Uchiha, he attacked the group of mice.

……

"Master Patriarch, and...Master Itachi."

Uchiha Kaito opened his mouth, and Fugaku sighed.

"Stop messing around and go back."

"This is our decision." Kaito silently pulled out his sword, "We cannot agree with the path you have chosen now. This is not the direction Uchiha should go. We, Uchiha."

"The struggle is no longer the most suitable path. We have a new choice, and Uchiha has a new choice." Fuyue said.

"How can you be sure that this path is right?" Uchiha Kaito asked.

Fu Yue shook his head, "At least I know your decision is wrong."

"Then let the sword in your hand straighten it out." Kaito's long sword pointed at Uchiha Fugaku in front, and the tribe behind him did the same, with murderous intent.

"Draw your sword, Itachi."

Fu Yue said to Itachi, and then drew out his long knife, "Don't hesitate, they died in our hands, and they can still be buried in the cemetery at that time. If we let them leave here, even their names will be hated after they die."

"They should be remembered." Itachi nodded.

"Yes, they should be remembered." Fuyue said, "So remember them well, and let those who come after them remember that they just made a choice. Even if it is wrong, it is for Uchiha. It's just that this choice will drag Uchiha into the abyss, so I can't agree!"

Then, he glanced back.

On the other side, facing Erika and Shisui, the group of Uchihas only uttered one word: "Kill!"

Erika drew his sword and said to Zhishui: "If you can't do it, go and get rid of the group of mice behind you first."

"No, I already made up my mind when I came here." Zhishui said firmly.

"Very good, then go and get rid of those mice first." Erika rushed up to Uchiha with a knife in hand.

But Zhishui paused, turned around and rushed into the darkness.

The tragic fights began to fill here. Fortunately, in the process of Uchiha moving into Konoha in recent years, those ordinary people and ethnic groups are still full of fear of this ethnic group, so there is still a gap between Uchiha and other ethnic groups.

Fortunately, when those patriarchs were transferred away by Orochimaru, they were ordered by Orochimaru to order that no matter what noise they heard tonight, they could not come out to check until a new order came.

The moon tonight is extraordinarily scarlet. Compared with the blood on the ground at this moment, it seems that the whole world has been soaked.

There were explosions, clashes of swords and soldiers, roars, and screams.

Just like Shura hell, unless one party falls, the sound will not stop.

But Ruoren they will not lose, nor can they lose.

If you lose, the efforts for Uchiha over the years will be in vain.

One by one, those who were once familiar, unfamiliar, and who had fought together lost their lives in their hands.

The flames soared into the sky, the knife light flew, and blood was sprinkled.

"Let me experience that power again, Lord Fuyue!" Kaito half-kneeled on the ground leaning on his sword, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The suppression power of the kaleidoscope on ordinary Sharingan is beyond their imagination, and they have never faced it, because Fu Yue has never suppressed them with these eyes.

Fu Yue glanced at himself, the blood soaked his clothes, and even dripped from the corners of his clothes. Those were all the blood of his tribe.

He looked at the rebels who were left with only a few people, and nodded.

The kaleidoscope whirled, and a nearly pitch-black skeleton appeared, followed by muscles and muscles, and a purple giant appeared, amidst Kaito's frenzied laughter, he slashed down with a single knife.

On the other side, Erika is also doing the same thing, using Uchiha's supreme power to see this group of people off.

ended.

This rebellion has not really started, it has been suppressed.

Wakato walked up to Uchiha Terumi who was already lying in a pool of blood with a knife, stuck the knife next to his head, sat down cross-legged, stared at the front, silently waiting for the dying old man to die.

Uchiha was panting continuously, trying to suck air into his lungs, like an old bellows.

He looked into the distance, where two giants appeared, swung their blades, and then disappeared.

In his eyes, the fire light gradually dimmed.

He knew that it was over, that he had failed.

He looked at Ruoren again, would Uchiha succeed without him, or be led into the abyss?

Footsteps sounded, Fuyue and Erika, and Itachi and Shisui returned with blood all over their bodies.

The evil spirit all over his body couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes, tears mixed in the blood, but they couldn't dilute the fishy smell on his body.

Uchiha looked at Fugaku and Erika as they were, and then at Shisui and Itachi, and then his dim eyes suddenly brightened.

The two pairs of Sharingan that should have been Sangouyu and Ergouyu have now turned into complicated shapes.

One pair is a curved four-wheeled windmill and the other is a three-bladed windmill.

Sharingan, also known as the eye of spiritual reflection, turned into new power according to their mood and thoughts at that time.

"Haha, it seems that we still have something left, enough, enough..."

Uchiha just burned his life like this.

Here is their last way.