The two tailed beasts that had just been released—
were about to let out a roar to vent their fury—
when Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Itachi appeared before them, one facing each beast.
"Too noisy."
"Be quiet for a while."
As their eyes sharpened—
before the beasts could even display their power—
both tailed beasts were instantly subdued.
The Sharingan clearly appeared within the eyes of the Four-Tails and Five-Tails.
Under Fugaku and Itachi's control, they turned—
and fixed their gaze on the Iwagakure army ahead.
"…"
At that moment—
Ōnoki fell silent.
Beside him, Kurotsuchi's father stood frozen.
The entire Iwa army was stunned.
What was going on?
Weren't these their tailed beasts?
They had just been released—
and already betrayed them?
"Father, this—?!"
Ōnoki shook his head helplessly, signaling him to stay quiet.
Too inexperienced.
Charging in without understanding the power of the Uchiha clan—
as a ninja, intelligence was everything.
At this point,
negotiation was the only option.
If a fight broke out,
Iwagakure would suffer devastating losses.
Ōnoki suppressed his impatience and waited—
though his gaze toward the wooden house was filled with concern.
Inwardly, he couldn't help but curse Hiruzen Sarutobi.
If Konoha had this kind of strength—
why didn't they show it earlier?
Why not during the Third Great Ninja War?
But then he thought of the Yellow Flash, Minato Namikaze—
and his frustration only deepened.
Why did all the advantages belong to Konoha?
He had once been glad Minato died—
thinking it might be time to strike Konoha again.
But now—
Konoha had quietly produced two Mangekyō Uchiha—
and even someone capable of Wood Release.
"Fine… very fine…"
Outside the wooden house—
Deidara slowly regained consciousness.
Bound and sealed, he couldn't move—
only observe his surroundings.
Then—
a familiar voice reached his ears.
"…That voice?!!"
"…That voice?!!"
The fluctuating tone—
sounded both pained and strained.
Deidara's face flushed—
but soon, he realized something was wrong.
The voice…
was too familiar.
"Junior Sister?!!"
"Is that her voice?!"
The moment he recognized it—
his expression changed completely.
"No!!!"
"You bastards from Konoha—what did you do to her?!"
"STOP!!!"
Even though Deidara was obsessed with his art—
his junior sister had always followed him around.
A cheerful girl, always by his side.
Even if he had never thought deeply about it—
he would never tolerate something happening to her.
Rage flooded his mind.
His eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at the wooden house.
If he had been an Uchiha—
this level of emotional shock might have awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan instantly.
Inside the wooden house—
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Outside—
hearing Kurotsuchi's cries,
Deidara felt like tearing Konoha apart.
His bloodshot eyes seemed ready to bleed.
If looks could kill—
every Konoha ninja present would have died a thousand times over.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"Damn you, Konoha!!!"
"You all deserve to die!!!"
His furious screams echoed outside—
while inside, the situation continued.
At some point—
Kurotsuchi lost consciousness.
Yakushi Nono stepped forward immediately,
using medical ninjutsu to treat her.
Though stabilized—
it would take time for her to wake.
Seeing this,
Sarutobi Hakuto lost interest.
After Nono dressed her—
he picked her up and walked out of the wooden house.
The moment he stepped outside—
he saw Deidara.
Those blood-red eyes—
were even more intense than a Sharingan.
"Oh?"
"So angry?"
Hearing Sarutobi Hakuto's mocking tone—
Deidara's fury surged even higher.
Especially seeing him holding Kurotsuchi—
"Give her back!!!"
"You bastard—what did you do to her?!"
Sarutobi Hakuto glanced at the unconscious girl in his arms—
then smirked slightly.
His expression was filled with provocation.
"You seem… very emotional."
That single sentence—
struck Deidara like lightning.
In that moment,
only one thought remained in his mind—
tear Sarutobi Hakuto apart.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"You bastard!!!"
"You deserve to die!!!"
Struggling against his restraints,
he tried to move closer—
his gaze locked onto Sarutobi Hakuto as if to carve him into memory.
Watching him—
Sarutobi Hakuto simply felt bored.
Ever since arriving on the battlefield,
his Template Synchronization had reached 60%.
After that—
it hadn't increased at all.
Everything he did now—
was merely for his own amusement.
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