Hoo!
A heavy silence fell over the entire venue. It was so quiet that you could almost hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Everyone stared, frozen in shock at the scene before them.
One must understand, the Twelve Divine Moons are the twelve most powerful warriors serving under the direct command of Shénrén Yueyan. Each one of them is a top-tier ninja, a force of immense power. There are even rumors that it would only take three of the Divine Moons to completely destroy one of the great Ninja Villages. If five of them were to act together, they could bring an entire country to its knees.
And if six of the Divine Moons joined forces, not even the Five Great Nations and their legendary Ninja Villages would stand a chance. It was hard to truly imagine the terrifying reputation these twelve warriors held across the land.
More importantly, it was said that the members and ranks of the Twelve Divine Moons were not permanent. They changed often. A change meant that a new warrior had defeated and replaced an existing member, claiming their position and power. It was no exaggeration to say that the influence of the Twelve Divine Moons was felt throughout the entire Shinobi World.
Yet, at this very moment, Shisui Uchiha—a man who was supposed to be dead, a man who had both of his eyes gouged out not long ago—was standing there, alive and whole. And it wasn't just a simple resurrection. He had already recovered one of his lost eyes, and now, it seemed he had just found his second one as well.
…Ah!
A raw, mournful scream tore through the silence. Uchiha Itachi felt a sense of betrayal so sharp it was like a blade twisting in his gut. The feeling was even worse than the humiliation he suffered when Shénrén Yueyan defeated him earlier. After all, Shisui Uchiha had been more than just a senior to him. He was a brother, a role model, and the very standard Itachi strived to live up to.
It was Shisui's guidance, combined with the manipulations of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, that had slowly molded Itachi into the person he was today—a loyal son of the village, even at the cost of his own clan. And now, it felt as if Shisui had led him down a dark and lonely path, locked the door behind him, and then simply vanished. Before he left, he had even returned just to take back the final gift he had entrusted to Itachi.
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness washed over Itachi, and his legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees with a heavy thud, his world completely shattered.
…"Is that… is that really Shisui Uchiha!?" one of the clan members whispered, his voice trembling.
"It has to be," another replied in awe. "He was chosen by Lord Yueyan and passed the trial. He's become one of the Twelve Divine Moons!"
"To think, if Shisui hadn't been so devoted to the village's flawed ideals, he would have been another Uchiha with the Mangekyo Sharingan! His strength was always undeniable. But even with all that power, he's only ranked as Upper Moon Six, the last of the upper ranks. It just shows how monstrously strong the other Divine Moons must be!"
The powerful members of the Uchiha clan began to murmur amongst themselves. Today, standing before Shénrén Yueyan, they had witnessed a truly unbelievable spectacle. Though they had all heard the supreme legends about him, none had ever laid eyes on him. But now, they had not only seen Shénrén Yueyan in person but had also witnessed his god-like power to bend reality with a mere flick of his wrist.
It was no wonder the rumors claimed that not even Senju Hashirama, the God of Shinobi, or the legendary Uchiha Madara were a match for him. Thinking back to how Itachi had just tried to defy such a being with a single Mangekyo Sharingan, they all came to the same conclusion: the boy was young, foolish, and desperately needed to be taught a lesson. He was truly asking for it.
…"Brother… Brother…"
In the entire arena, perhaps only Sasuke Uchiha felt a pang of sympathy for his older brother, who was now kneeling on the ground, looking as if he wished for death. Unfortunately for Itachi, everyone else—from the clan elders to his own father, Uchiha Fugaku—had only one thought about him now.
He deserved it.
They had all seen it with their own eyes. The scoundrel had activated his Mangekyo Sharingan and dared to attack Shénrén Yueyan. If Itachi had the nerve to challenge a god today, he would surely have the nerve to massacre the entire Uchiha clan tomorrow. Such a vile creature didn't deserve to live. Even cutting him into a thousand pieces wouldn't be enough to erase the shame he had brought upon them.
…"Uchiha Fugaku."
From the Ice Throne floating in mid-air, Tsukihiko's calm voice cut through the tension. He had been quietly enjoying the farce, but now his gaze fell upon the Uchiha clan chief.
"You came here seeking me, and you brought the divine moon token. Do you have a request?"
It was said that anyone who possessed one of Shénrén Yueyan's divine moon tokens could ask for a single favor, and it would be granted. With Yueyan's terrifying power—a power that could move mountains and part seas—it seemed that nothing was impossible. Even reaching up and plucking the stars from the sky felt like a simple task for him.
Thump!
Hearing those words, Uchiha Fugaku's heart pounded in his chest. He immediately dropped to his knees again, his forehead touching the ground as he held the divine moon token up with both hands.
"Lord Yueyan, on behalf of the entire Uchiha clan, I offer our most sincere apologies for what just happened," he said, his voice filled with a humility that no one had ever heard from him before. "Our clan is in a difficult and dangerous position within Konoha and the Land of Fire. We have traitors from within and enemies on the outside."
At that moment, Fugaku finally showed his true responsibility as the clan chief. "Therefore, I humbly beg you, Lord Yueyan, to intervene and save our clan from ruin!"
"Humbly request Lord Yueyan to intervene!"
"Humbly request Lord Yueyan to intervene!"
"Humbly request Lord Yueyan to intervene!"
The moment Fugaku's voice faded, every other member of the Uchiha clan knelt and repeated his words in perfect unison. If this had happened before, they would have scoffed at Fugaku's actions. They were the proud Uchiha, who bowed to no one. They might have even shared Itachi's doubts about whether Shénrén Yueyan was truly as powerful as the legends claimed.
But now… now they were completely and utterly convinced. They knelt before Shénrén Yueyan not with reluctance, but with genuine reverence. They understood that the chance to kneel before him was an opportunity that countless people would seek for their entire lives and never receive.
…Buzz!
With a faint hum, the divine moon token vanished from Fugaku's hands and reappeared in Tsukihiko's grasp. At the same time, Shisui Uchiha, Upper Moon Six of the Twelve Divine Moons, flickered out of sight, disappearing behind the Ice Throne. In his place, two new figures cloaked in black robes slowly stepped out. A fierce and overwhelming aura instantly washed over the entire area, pressing down on everyone. It was the aura of invincible power.
"Uchiha..."
From the sky, Tsukihiko's voice echoed, carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It is indeed a clan that produces many talented individuals. It shouldn't just disappear like this."
A simple sentence. A final decision.
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