Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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In the mirror on the right, the Nine-Tails wreaks havoc in Konoha. Faced with his subordinates who wanted to go out and provide support, "he" chose to refuse.

In the mirror behind him, inside the Konoha Orphanage, "he" is using the lives of all the children in the orphanage to surround the former ANBU assassin, Yakushino Nao.

The most terrifying thing was that all the "him" in the mirrors suddenly turned their heads at the same time and said in perfect sync:

"This is all for Konoha."

"This is all for the Hokage position."

"This is all for my own sake."

The sound waves assaulted Danzo's eardrums as if they were real.

The three voices echoed and overlapped in the space, eventually turning into a piercing shriek.

He frantically covered his ears, only to find that his palms had somehow turned into bare white bones.

"No...this isn't real..."

Danzo knelt in the sea of ​​blood, the viscous liquid gradually spreading over his knees, waist, and chest: "I did it for...for..."

Suddenly, countless "him" figures in the mirror reached out, their pale arms piercing through the lens and gripping his body tightly.

Welcome to the real world.

All the Danzos whispered in unison.

In the real world, Danzo's body began to spasm violently.

He writhed wildly like a fish out of water, his gray hair soaked with sweat, and white foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.

The Sharingan beneath the bandages is losing its luster at a visible rate.

First, the bright red faded, then murky gray spots appeared, and finally it completely turned into a lifeless ball of flesh.

"Cognition...is reality..."

Madara coldly observed all of this: "How can a lie that can't even fool oneself deceive the world?"

As Izanagi ended, Danzo collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, an expression of disbelief still frozen in his turbid single eye.

Ban released his grip on his throat, letting the aged body fall to the ground like a rag doll.

Fresh blood slowly seeped from Danzo's seven orifices, drawing eerie patterns on the scorched earth.

Madara lifted Naruto's small right foot, chakra gathering into a blue halo beneath it. "It's time to end this."

Just as the sole of the boot was about to crush Danzo's head—

"Hey! Old man with the freckles!"

Inside the sealed space, Kurama suddenly lashed out three tails, completely obscuring the eyes of Naruto's consciousness.

"There's still a child here, don't let him see this!"

The spirit of the spotted creature raised an eyebrow: "You scruffy fox, when did you become so considerate?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Nine-Tailed Fox bared its teeth. "If you're going to kill, then kill already! Don't dawdle!"

In the real world, Danzo's one eye suddenly regained a sliver of clarity.

In the final moments of his life, he broke free from the illusion!

“Uchiha… Madara…” He raised his hand with difficulty, “You will never… understand… my reason…”

"I don't need to understand."

Madara crushed Danzo's head without hesitation.

The sound of the skull shattering was crisp and clean, like stepping on a ripe watermelon.

Blood splattered on Naruto's tender face, but it was quickly evaporated by the high temperature into dark red scabs.

Ban controlled the small body, looking down at the corpse that was no longer human. There was no joy of victory in his eyes, only endless boredom.

"A boring ending."

After Madara's consciousness left, Naruto regained control of his body.

He blinked blankly, realizing that the Nine-Tails' chakra had somehow covered his vision.

Naruto groped around with both hands: "Nine-Tails Uncle, why can't I see anything?"

"Don't panic!" Nine-Tails' voice was unusually flustered. "Your...your dad said you can't be exposed to strong light right now!"

In the distance, the Third Hokage struggled to his feet and saw the bloodstains remaining on Naruto's face.

The old man sighed inwardly, took off his tattered divine robe, and gently wiped away the glaring red stains.

Feeling the touch on his face, Naruto tentatively asked, "Third Hokage?"

"Yes, it's me."

Although the Third Hokage was exhausted, his face was full of kindness and gentleness as he took Naruto's small hand and said, "Naruto, let's go home."

On the way home with the Third Hokage, Naruto's sealed space was destroyed, and Madara, as usual, lay on Kurama's head.

Over the years, Kurama has gotten used to Madara's behavior, so it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

However, just as Kurama was about to lie down and sleep, Madara's voice came from inside his head: "...Thanks."

Nine-Tails' ears perked up, thinking it had misheard: "Huh? What did you just say, Old Madara?"

“Nothing.” Spotted closed his eyes irritably. “A scruffy fox.”

But Nine-Tailed Fox clearly saw that the arrogant Asura's lips seemed to curl up slightly for a moment.

Chapter 23 After Danzo's Death

The next day, Danzo died. The news spread like a silent wind, quickly reaching every corner of Konoha.

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while others remained silent.

But many more people—especially those ninjas who had been monitored and oppressed by "Root"—felt a faint hope in their hearts.

His body was buried by the Third Hokage himself.

Although Danzo's actions were despicable, he was, after all, an old friend of several decades.

The Third Hokage still wanted his old friend to be buried in Konoha.

Everyone believed that Danzo was killed by the Third Hokage himself.

However, the higher-ups quickly blocked the news, because if it were known that Naruto had dealt with Danzo, then his life would be even worse now.

With Danzo's death, the "Root" organization he led was officially disbanded.

Most of the members, due to long-term brainwashing, were unimaginably loyal to Danzo.

He had already committed suicide when Danzo died.

The remaining members were assigned to the Third Generation's direct subordinate dark unit for supervision and treatment.

At this point, the entire landscape of Konoha quietly changed.

This news was undoubtedly a turning point for the Uchiha clan.

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi stood in the underground chamber of the Naka Shrine, the dim torchlight illuminating the ancient clan crest on the wall.

Several corpses lay before them; judging from the wounds on their bodies, these people had all committed suicide.

Shisui and Itachi were very familiar with these people. They were the main war faction of the Uchiha clan, radical and angry, and had shouted "rebel against Konoha" countless times at clan meetings.

“As expected…” Itachi said in a low voice, the three tomoe in his scarlet Sharingan slowly rotating.

Shisui crouched down and gently pressed his fingers on the forehead of a deceased person, his blue chakra flickering slightly.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, his expression grave: "Their brain chakra flow is abnormal; someone has been using high-level genjutsu to interfere with their thinking for a long time."

Itachi closed his eyes, recalling the unusual events that had occurred within the clan over the past few years.

Those inflammatory remarks, those irrational hatreds, even the hostility of their own people towards them, the "moderates"... So that's how it is.

“Danzo.” Itachi’s voice was icy.

“No, it can’t be him.” Shisui shook his head. “For this level of genjutsu, the caster must at least possess the Mangekyou Sharingan.”

Noticing that Itachi didn't speak, Shisui looked up at him and asked, "Who are you thinking of?"

Itachi stroked his chin, thinking carefully: "Besides the ancestor inside Naruto's body, I think there's another person who's very suspicious."

"The masked man who opened my eyes back then."

Then, the two fell silent.

With the elimination of key figures from the pro-war faction, the atmosphere within the Uchiha clan underwent a subtle change.

At the clan meeting, there were no more hysterical roars; instead, there was silent reflection and careful discussion.

Fugaku still sat in the first seat, but his eyes were no longer as gloomy as before; instead, they held a hint of complex emotion.

"Konoha has recently relaxed its surveillance on us," a Jonin said in a low voice.

"Most of the secret agents have been withdrawn, and even their patrol routes have been changed," another person added.

Fugaku did not respond immediately, but slowly stroked the teacup in his hand. After a long while, he spoke: "...Let's wait and see."

Because of Konoha's past inaction, Fugaku ultimately couldn't let his guard down.

However, he would prefer things to end peacefully as they are now, rather than with a coup.

At the same time, Sasuke was walking down the Uchiha street when he suddenly stopped.

...It seems like something is different now.

In the past, whenever he stepped into the tribe's territory, he could always feel an invisible oppression, as if the air itself was frozen with some kind of restless emotion.

But now, that feeling is gone.

The people on the street no longer hurried about; occasionally, some even nodded to him.

This was almost impossible before.

He looked up at the sky, where the afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm orange-red glow on the Uchiha clan crest.

However, beneath the surface calm, undercurrents are still surging.