chsdbacks Chapter 185: The momentum of upheaval has been established.
Chapter 185: The momentum of upheaval has been established.
"The various traitorous clans, led by Senju Butsuma, have used despicable methods!"
"Boldly assassinating Konoha Elder Uchiha Tajima, attempting to incite war and overthrow Konoha, disregarding the safety of all living beings in the region, solely to satisfy his own selfish desires, his crime deserves death!"
"Konoha sought peace and wished to coexist peacefully with all races, yet it received such a vicious backlash in return."
"Now that the traitors have amassed a large army and are openly invading, Konoha will never tolerate this!"
It is hereby officially announced that:
"Konoha upholds the will of the Sage of Six Paths, the Heavenly Way, to protect all living beings and eliminate traitors who defy the Heavenly Way!"
"Effective today, we are officially declaring full-scale war against all ninja clans involved in the rebellion!"
"In this battle, we will uphold the will of Heaven, quell the rebellion across the entire realm, unify the Land of Fire, completely end the strife among the ninja clans, and fulfill the Sage of Six Paths' original intention of protecting peace in the world!"
"Those who stubbornly resist are condemned by Heaven and will be wiped out by Konoha with all its might, without any leniency!"
Konoha Elder: Manji
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The news of Konoha's declaration of war shocked the entire ninja world!
The declaration of war was sent to the various ninja clans like snowflakes.
The various ninja clans were both shocked and excited!
They never expected that Konoha would also turn the tables!
Finally, it's time for a decisive battle!
The various ninja clans were sharpening their swords, not believing that they couldn't defeat Konoha, but rather that Konoha couldn't defeat the combined forces of these various ninja clans.
But soon, when they faced Konoha head-on, they realized what kind of opponent they had.
When Susanoo appeared on the battlefield, all the major ninja clans could do was use kunai to stab Susanoo.
It's comparable to a primitive man wielding a laser sword.
Madara Uchiha marched westward, defeating the Fuma, Kurama, and Shiranui clans, among others.
"Lord Madara, this is Falling Fox Cliff. Back in the day, many old stories of the ninja clans were hidden in this cliff, and many past secrets were passed down."
Uchiha Kakuzu stood sideways on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the misty bottom of the cliff, and spoke with a touch of emotion, smiling as he addressed Uchiha Madara beside him.
"Um."
Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha calmly turned his gaze to the depths of the cliff face, his crimson Sharingan slowly blooming in his pupils, the Mangekyou Sharingan quietly spinning.
"Um?"
In an instant, Ban's brows furrowed, and a sharp wariness flashed in his eyes.
"There's a strange and inexplicable fluctuation of chakra..."
Madara instinctively judged that this was a trap set by an enemy ninja clan, harboring murderous intent.
"I'll go and find out."
Before he finished speaking, Madara Uchiha's chakra suddenly erupted from his feet, and his figure transformed into a black shadow!
In an instant, it sped towards the depths of the cliff bottom.
Upon reaching the depths of the cliff, the anticipated ambush and traps were nowhere to be found. Only a rock wall covered with moss, nestled quietly in the crevices, held an ancient scroll.
The scroll was covered in thick dust, its surface rough and mottled.
It blends in with the surrounding cliffs and rocks; without careful examination, it would simply be mistaken for an ordinary rock.
"Lord Madara, what is this?"
Uchiha Kaku arrived shortly after, staring at the unremarkable scroll with a look of utter confusion in his eyes.
Madara Uchiha's expression grew increasingly solemn.
His brows were tightly furrowed, the Sharingan tomoe in his eyes swirled rapidly, and his hands moved swiftly, forming a series of intricate and unique hand seals.
"This should be something left behind by the Uchiha clan. To unravel this scroll, one must be proficient in the Sharingan's eye power and also perform the corresponding precise hand seals. Both are indispensable... However, it is still unknown which Uchiha clan member left it behind."
Madara Uchiha muttered to himself, his hand seals moving at an undiminished speed.
As the final seal was completed, the dust on the surface of the scroll fell off in a flurry, as if peeled away layer by layer by an invisible force, and then the scroll slowly unfurled on its own.
Madara Uchiha immediately activated his Sharingan, using his refined eye power to quickly decipher the hidden text on the scroll.
The moment when the contents of the scroll are fully understood
Ban Su's usually cold and indifferent face suddenly showed an undisguised look of surprise, and her heart was filled with turbulent waves.
"This is a forbidden technique that has never been passed down within our clan!"
The scroll clearly displays a forbidden technique called Izanagi, which requires sacrificing one Sharingan to activate.
"Using the power of the eyes to rewrite reality, turning desperate situations into dreams, and illusions into reality... the strangeness and domineering nature of this technique is truly terrifying."
After a little contemplation, Madara Uchiha grasped the core of the forbidden technique. He then carefully tucked the scroll into his sleeve, secretly resolving, "When I return to the clan, I will hand this forbidden technique over to my great-grandfather."
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Turning our gaze to the south of the battlefield, Hashirama Senju is leading Konoha's First Army, facing off against multiple forces including the Ino-Shika-Cho trio, the remaining Senju clan, the Sarutobi clan, and the Shimura clan.
Hashirama Senju's Wood Release chakra surged and roared, towering trees burst from the earth, wooden dragons soared and circled in the air, and majestic wooden figures stood tall between heaven and earth. The domineering and unparalleled power of Wood Release swept across the battlefield!
Wherever they went, the various ninja clans were powerless to resist and surrendered one after another.
Especially the Sarutobi, Shimura, and Ino-Shika-Cho clans, after witnessing the sky-covering wooden figures and the churning, howling wooden dragons, the last trace of their fighting spirit instantly crumbled!
He surrendered at lightning speed and chose to join Konoha without hesitation.
Meanwhile, in the council hall of the Senju clan's territory...
"Chief! Quickly gather the tribe's valuables, let's evacuate immediately!"
"Chieftain, why not retreat to an island? I've discovered that there's an island called Wave Island in the eastern sea of the Land of Fire. We can each occupy an island with the Uzumaki clan, temporarily avoiding their attacks and forming a pincer movement."
"Chieftain, in my opinion, the best course of action is to directly join the Whirlpool Clan! After all, we are distant relatives of the Whirlpool Clan, and they will surely accept us!"
Inside the hall, the elders chattered amongst themselves, offering frantic and desperate suggestions for survival.
No one mentioned defending their territory to the death or fighting to the bitter end.
Thousand-Handed Buddha sat upright in the main seat, his face ashen, clutching one defeat report after another from the front lines, his fingertips turning white from the force, his frustration and rage reaching their peak.
"Why?! Didn't you previously boast that the ninja alliance was invincible and unmatched?!"
"Aren't the Ninja Alliance supposed to be invincible!?"
The Buddha slammed his hand on the table in front of him, his voice filled with unbelievable rage.
"In just one day! In a single day, the allied forces suffered a complete rout, abandoning their armor and weapons?!"
"Clan leader, we can't hesitate any longer! If we don't leave now, it will be too late. Hashirama Senju's army has already reached Mount Kikyo and will be besieging the clan's territory in the blink of an eye!"
An elder, sweating profusely, stepped forward and urged him repeatedly.
Senju Butsuma was heartbroken. He slowly turned his head and looked at the portraits of the Senju clan leaders hanging on the main wall of the council hall. His eyes were filled with grief.
"If I possessed even half of Chief Crane's talent and ambition, how could my Senju clan have fallen into such a state!"
The Buddha looked up at the sky and let out a long roar.
"I don't want to live anymore!"
In his grief and indignation, Fojian gripped the katana at his waist tightly, pressing the hilt against his neck. He even had the thought of committing suicide to atone for his sins and to appease his ancestors. His eyes were fixed on the portrait of his ancestor, and his heart was caught in an extreme struggle and torment.
None of the elders behind him tried to dissuade him.
"..."
Thousand-Armed Buddha saw that no one was trying to persuade him...
After a painful internal struggle, Senju Butsuma finally slumped down and put down his katana, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"That's enough...that's enough!"
"It seems I have no choice but to leave the Land of Fire, leave the Thousand Hands Clan territory I built with my own hands, and leave the burial grounds where my ancestors are buried..."
Thousand-Handed Buddha slumped heavily on the mat, his eyes lifeless.