Rage.
Pure, violent rage.
For a split second, the Uchiha Great Elder almost snapped—his hand twitching as he activated his Sharingan, ready to "teach" Uchiha Ren a lesson.
He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life.
But the moment his eyes changed—
Ren had already read it with Observation Haki.
A trace of contempt flickered through his gaze.
HUM—!!
Before the Great Elder could even focus his ocular power—
an overwhelming pressure burst from Ren.
Not chakra.
Not genjutsu.
A crushing, invisible force—condensed to a razor edge—slammed down on the elders who'd been shouting the loudest.
Keeping a low profile didn't mean he had no temper.
A man could swallow insults once… twice…
But he was Elite Jōnin now.
If they wanted to spit in his face after he'd shown restraint—
then fine.
No more courtesy.
BOOM—!!
Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki was terrifying even when restrained.
It hit the Userile faction instantly.
They didn't even manage a grunt.
Their minds rang like struck bells, their bodies locked in their seats—and then…
thud… thud… thud…
One after another, they slid off their chairs and collapsed onto the floor like sacks of grain.
"…What the—"
Even the Great Elder froze.
His three-tomoe Sharingan stared wide, trembling with disbelief.
He tried to force chakra into his eyes again—
and realized his will was already being pressed flat.
He couldn't even gather himself.
He was being suppressed—completely.
For a few seconds, he held on through sheer stubbornness alone, drenched in sweat, shaking from head to toe.
Taijutsu… can be this terrifying?
Is this what a taijutsu specialist's pressure is…?
How is this even possible…?
Ren looked at him calmly.
"I'm not looking for trouble."
His voice stayed casual.
"But that doesn't mean I'm easy to bully."
That single look—
was enough.
In the Great Elder's mind, a scene flashed like a nightmare:
A towering man with a white mustache.
One punch.
An island splitting apart.
The sky cracking.
The world trembling.
The Great Elder's thoughts stuttered—then went blank.
His eyes rolled back, and he dropped like a stone.
Ren finally drew his Conqueror's Haki back in.
The meeting hall returned to stillness—quiet enough to hear breathing.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Except for the pile of unconscious Uchiha elders sprawled across the floor.
That wasn't genjutsu.
It was real.
Fugaku—who had been sitting like a rock the entire time—was stunned.
His mind roared.
What… was that?
Ren had released a "presence"…
and knocked out a chunk of the clan's leadership without breaking a chair.
No shockwave.
No visible impact.
No chakra surge anyone could sense.
Just… suppression.
Control so precise it was terrifying.
The remaining elders were frozen too—faces blank, thoughts empty.
Not because they'd been pressured into unconsciousness—
but because their worldview had been shattered.
Those elders—while old and dulled—were still powerful by clan standards.
And yet they'd been flattened.
Like children.
Is this the true terror of an Elite Jōnin who specializes in taijutsu…?
So this is what "Ren" really is…
Ren's gaze shifted to Fugaku.
"If there's nothing else, Clan Head…"
He shrugged.
"…I'll head back."
To him, this council was mostly dead weight—aside from Fugaku.
A bunch of washed-up schemers who couldn't fight anymore, but loved stirring trouble—just like Konoha's old fossils.
If they wanted to make an issue out of him—
then he'd make sure they learned a simple rule:
If you don't have the strength, don't act tough.
Fugaku stared at him for a long moment, expression complicated.
Then he exhaled and nodded.
"Fine."
Because it was already out of his control.
Fugaku had planned to let the hardliners start a fight, then step in as the mediator.
Instead, Ren had crushed the entire faction in one move—without lifting a finger.
Now Fugaku could only let Ren leave first…
and clean up the mess afterward.
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