With just a couple of lines, Hatake Satoru gave away his identity.
Even though he wore a mask and looked a bit silly, anyone could tell at a glance—he was from the village's side.
But to the Uchiha clan, whether it was Anbu or Root, none of them were seen as good people.
"Only sneaky people wear masks! If you've got guts, take it off!"
One loud shout set off a wave, and in an instant, the crowd burst into noise.......................................
The Uchiha clan was best known for their Fire Release, and a sea of flames suddenly burst out in front of Hatake Satoru.
Shuriken and kunai wrapped in fire came flying out one after another.
There was no holding back at all.
"He doesn't seem to have any chakra."
A few people in the back started whispering, a bit slow to catch on.
Not everyone in the Uchiha clan could awaken the Sharingan. There were a lot of them, sure, but plenty of them weren't anything special.
There were plenty who never awakened it.
Plus, with everyone getting worked up earlier, some people hadn't even gotten a good look at Hatake Satoru's face before attacking.
"Didn't you hear him say he knows Itachi?"
"Who cares? Showing up here at this time—no way he's just some random guy!"
That moment of doubt quickly vanished.
Even if they accidentally attacked a normal person, they'd just say the guy was unlucky.
Hatake Satoru's eyes flew wide open as he stared hard at the wall of fire rushing toward him.
Limitless Technique.
The bright red flames came crashing in, but Satoru didn't blink or move, just kept staring straight ahead.
The fire swept past him, dangerously close but never touching.
It looked like it was about to burn him—but it never did.
"Infinity, huh? That's pretty fun."
Standing right in the middle of the flames, Hatake Satoru casually reached out his hand. The fire curved away from his fingers and missed him completely.
"But seriously, does it matter who someone is? You just attack anyone in your way?"
"No wonder Itachi finds you guys so annoying."
Satoru curled his lip and easily teleported out of the fire, now floating above them and looking down.
These people had no real strategy—just rushing in headfirst with nothing but enthusiasm.
They didn't seem too smart.
With a series of clinks, the missed kunai and shuriken scattered on the ground.
The flames faded, leaving only some burned-up furniture behind.
The people who had been sitting there were already long gone.
"Where'd he go?!"
"Probably ran off when he saw how many of us there are."
"He was talking big just now, but I guess that was all for show."
The crowd let out a wave of laughter. They were full of confidence in their "bloodless revolution."
But before they could enjoy their smugness for more than a few seconds, they suddenly noticed something above them. A shadow was falling.
Hatake Satoru's voice came from above, sounding a bit lazy—but that only made it feel more mocking.
"So many people attacking at once, and you still couldn't land a hit."
"And now you're laughing down there? Is it because you finally realized how dumb you are?"
It was hard to believe someone like Itachi had come from this group of fools.
Satoru didn't care to listen to more nonsense, especially from people who were useless and loud.
He only wanted to teach people with real potential.
These ones? Better off tossed into an incinerator.
He dove down suddenly, both hands glowing with a pale blue energy.
He'd just been up in the air a moment ago—
Now he was right in front of them!
The goofy-looking mask suddenly moved in close before anyone could react.
Even though the mask blocked his face, making it impossible to see his expression or eyes,
everyone could still feel a wave of killing intent, like a demon from hell.
Several blood-red Sharingan stared straight into Hatake Satoru's eyes.
But behind Satoru's mask, there was only endless darkness.
"Don't be so confident in your eyes."
Looking at the stunned eyes in front of him, Hatake Satoru let out a quiet laugh.
To be honest, Satoru's eyes worked more like a kind of sensing ability than actual vision.
With his blindfold on, things like Genjutsu didn't affect him at all.
But if he were to take the blindfold off, there might still be a small chance.
"Ughhhh!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
Just in that brief moment of hesitation, the air was suddenly filled with screams.
People in the crowd panicked and looked around in fear.
The Shuriken and Kunai they had thrown were floating in the air...
And flying right back at them.
"He can control things on the ground!"
Someone finally realized something was off and shouted.
The guess wasn't totally right, but at least they noticed something.
Hatake Satoru let out a mocking smile.
The Shuriken and Kunai moved like they were tied to strings, hitting right at people's hearts with deadly precision.
In just a few seconds, bodies were already lying on the ground, eyes wide open.
Other than the few clueless ones who got stabbed right away, the rest managed to defend themselves somehow.
But no matter how many times they blocked them, the weapons just kept floating up again and flying back toward them, all under Satoru's control.
He looked at the messy crowd in front of him with a sneer.
Slow to react, weak at attacking—what a joke.
The Uchiha clan really was being held up by guys like Shisui and Itachi.
With a sharp clattering sound, the self-flying Kunai and Shuriken suddenly lost their power and dropped to the ground.
It was like Hatake Satoru had suddenly canceled everything and stopped resisting.
He walked forward slowly, step by step.
He stopped, but the others didn't.
They were starting to realize—this guy wasn't human at all.
Fighting with his eyes covered, using strange powers, and there wasn't even a trace of chakra flowing in his body!
For a moment, everything in front of Hatake Satoru was chaos.
Blinding Ninjutsu, sword slashes, and a rain of Kunai and Shuriken all flew toward him.
But none of them could get close.
It was like an invisible barrier surrounded him.
"You guys are so boring. I'm done playing."
Hatake Satoru's flat, emotionless voice rang out, and in the blink of an eye—
everyone standing in front of him was blasted away!
The explosion shook the ground, followed by horrifying screams.
Even Shisui, who was locked in a fierce battle with members of Root, paused for a moment.
That kind of shockwave wasn't something to take lightly.
And just as Shisui froze for a second—
The Root operatives vanished from where they stood, rushing straight toward the Uchiha clan's gate.
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