When Uchiha Oniwa saw the spy‑ninja who had co to et him cut down, and when he heard Uchiha Chizumi's words—so utterly indifferent to family ties—
Uchiha Oniwa realized his only way out was to carve a bloody path as fast as possible!
He inhaled sharply and blew out. A gigantic fireball surged upward.
The roaring flas scorched the wooden house's walls until they carbonized.
Firelight painted the lower half of Uchiha Chizumi's face a blazing orange‑red.
After forming a single‑handed seal, Chizumi did not dodge the onrushing Great Fireball Technique; instead, he leapt straight downward—plunging into the fireball itself.
The flas swallowed him in an instant, yet in the blink of an eye he burst out of their maw.
When Chizumi landed on the ground below, several drops of magma slid off his body, etching shallow pits into the earth that still smoked faintly.
But within sight, Uchiha Oniwa had vanished.
Only the corpse of the slain spy‑ninja remained.
Chizumi lowered his head, glanced at the footprints on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and raced off in the opposite direction of the tracks.
…
"Why can that brat Chizumi awaken Lava Release? We share the sa blood! I only have the Sharingan, yet he's so dual‑Kekkei‑Genkai prodigy!"
Oniwa darted through the streets, teeth clenched in jealous rage.
He never thought Fire Release could harm Chizumi; it was only ant to slow him down.
Even a single second's delay would be enough to escape.
But—
"Uchiha Oniwa is here!!!"
Dodging Chizumi, Oniwa ran straight into Konoha Police Force shinobi.
At the shout, Oniwa's face darkened.
His Sharingan instantly tracked incoming projectiles.
He pivoted aside; several shuriken grazed his cheek, one even cutting the skin.
A police‑ninja closed in, blade already at striking distance.
Oniwa crouched low, slipped past the slash, hamred the attacker's wrist, seized it with five fingers, wrenched it back—crack!—eliciting a scream.
Snatching the ninjato, he hooked the ninja's ankle, toppled him, and stabbed downward—
"—?!"
Just as the blade was about to pierce the ninja's chest, the three‑tomoe Sharingan caught a flicker to the right.
A flash of molten light.
Oniwa jerked back.
Horror struck him: the blade he had seized was now missing its edge—molten iron, glowing red‑hot, dripped from the break.
"…Lava Release?!"
The last person he wanted to see stepped back into view.
Grinding his teeth, Oniwa shouted, "Chizumi! Must you really wipe out your own blood relatives?!"
"Justice must be carried out."
"No relatives are exempt."
Chizumi's right arm had already turned completely to magma, swelling and roiling; the sulfurous stench made Oniwa's pupils contract.
Suddenly Oniwa's vision blurred—Chizumi vanished. When his eyes found him again, they were less than three ters apart.
Too fast!
"Water Style—" Oniwa swore this was the fastest set of hand seals he had ever ford.
"Great Waterfall Technique!!!"
A torrent roared toward Chizumi as the latter's magma‑swollen arm punched out.
With the swing, his magma arm ballooned into a colossal fist that smashed into Oniwa's raging waters.
The magma…
Devoured the Water Style!
The terrifying sight sent the disard police‑ninja scrambling away, rolling and crawling.
Even so, scalding water and, worse, splashing magma reached him.
Boiling water seared his face; the pain nearly shattered his teeth.
A few drops of magma brushed past—his flak vest lted instantly.
Panicked, he tore the vest off.
His pupils trembled in lingering dread. "So this is a jōnin fight… I don't even have the right to interfere. How did I think I could stop Uchiha Oniwa alone?"
If Chizumi hadn't stepped in, Oniwa would have killed him.
…
"The commotion ca from over here! The fleeing Oniwa must be nearby!"
Konoha Police Force shinobi converged from every direction.
Pairs of Sharingan swept the surroundings, lest Oniwa slip by unseen.
Police Captain Fugaku had co in person, leading the charge.
Just then, a breeze blew past; Fugaku's nose twitched—an acrid but familiar scent.
"Slls like sulfur…
"…Chizumi?!"
…
"Huff… huff… the gap…"
Oniwa staggered backward, horrified to see all ten of his fingers gone, searing pain stabbing through his palm.
Cold sweat poured down as he stamred, "The gap… it's really this huge?"
He lowered his arms and stared at Chizumi, who walked toward him at an unhurried pace.
Veins bulged on Oniwa's forehead as he roared: "Your strength is on par with anyone in the village—even the Hokage! Soone like you… why keep fighting for Konoha? Must the proud Uchiha be the Hokage's dogs? Are you going to be like Uchiha Itachi—betraying your own clan?"
Whoosh—
At that final mont, Uchiha Fugaku arrived.
He indeed saw Chizumi confronting the battered Oniwa.
With a glance, Fugaku grasped the situation.
This child… truly dependable! He really intends to put justice above relatives.
His "Absolute Justice" is no bluff—it is his ninja way.
Then Fugaku heard Chizumi speak:
"I have never served Konoha. Soone like Uchiha Itachi is nothing like ."
Chizumi's voice was calm but deep:
"Give a chance to kill the Hokage one‑on‑one and I'll do it without hesitation. Unfortunately, while he trusts in so ways, he also fears —he's always surrounded by Anbu guards."
Fugaku: "…???"
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