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Uchiha Fugaku was asleep when urgent knocking shattered the night's silence.
His eyes snapped open.
What could be so important at this hour?
"I'll handle it."
He gave Mikoto a reassuring glance, threw on his robe, and opened the door.
"Yashiro?"
Among the Uchiha, he trusted Yashiro implicitly—the man was essentially his second-in-command in the Konoha Military Police, a strategic thinker with sharp instincts.
"Clan Head. Come with me."
Yashiro's voice was grave. "There's a matter requiring your judgment."
Fugaku frowned. Why not speak here?
But trust overruled suspicion. He followed Yashiro to a secluded chamber.
"Clan Head."
Inabi and Tekka bowed as he entered.
Fugaku opened his mouth—then froze.
Behind them lay Sarutobi Seinosuke's corpse.
He lunged forward, fingers pressing against the cold neck. No pulse.
"Who did this?"
Yashiro recounted everything—the ambush, the interrogation under the Sharingan's hypnosis, the damning confessions.
"Impossible."
Fugaku's voice was flat. "Hiruzen's panic that night was genuine."
The man hailed as the "Professor" wouldn't stoop to such schemes.
"Clan Head! Seinosuke's Wood Release is irrefutable proof!"
Inabi slammed his fist against the wall. "He's no Senju—where else would it come from?!"
Fugaku fell silent.
Wood Release wasn't some common Kekkei Genkai.
Between the masked man, Seinosuke, Orochimaru, and Danzō... a thread connected them all.
And Hiruzen's role in this web? Unclear.
Now, with Seinosuke dead by their hands—the Uchiha were out of options.
"Was this operation clean? Any ANBU witnesses?"
Fugaku exhaled slowly.
He'd never wanted rebellion. Even with the Mangekyō, victory would drown Konoha in blood.
"Completely undetected," Yashiro assured.
"Buy us time."
Fugaku's jaw tightened. "We're outnumbered. If we move, we need strategy."
At the word "rebellion," the others' eyes blazed with triumph.
The moderate faction had persisted only because of Fugaku's balancing act—and Shisui/Itachi's loyalty to the Hokage.
Now, with Fugaku's stance shifting, even Itachi would have to choose sides.
"Spread the word. Tomorrow morning, Gather at Naka Shrine."
Naka Shrine—their ancestral grounds, beyond ANBU surveillance. Unlike this compound, where every shadow hid a spy.
"And the body?" Yashiro gestured to Seinosuke. "Burn it?"
"Keep it."
Fugaku's Sharingan gleamed. "If we revolt, Hiruzen will be our greatest foe. His son's corpse could unbalance him."
"Brilliant."
Yashiro nodded in admiration.
"Move it to Naka Shrine tonight. Secure it."
As the three departed, Fugaku slumped against the wall.
So it comes to this.
Sleep was impossible now.
Meanwhile...
Sasame slept soundly, curled around his very fragrant human pillow.
But his work was far from over.
Seinosuke's death would enrage Hiruzen, likely shattering any remaining hope for peace with the Uchiha.
But that wasn't enough.
The narrative had to be perfect—Konoha must believe the Uchiha's downfall stemmed from Hiruzen's personal vendetta.
Tarnish the "God of Shinobi's" legacy. Make his resignation inevitable.
Those who play with fire...
Hiruzen had spent decades preaching the Will of Fire. Now, those flames would consume him.
But Sasame couldn't act directly—risk to Tsunade was unacceptable.
The ideal pawn? Danzo.
A propaganda maestro (see: White Fang's downfall, Naruto's "demon" stigma).
Motive to usurp Hiruzen (obsession with the Hokage seat).
And most importantly—born to wear the villain's hat.
Yet approaching him now was premature.
With Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru as likely successors, Danzo would back Hiruzen to cling to relevance.
First, he needed to believe the Hokage chair was within reach.
Which means...
Orochimaru.
The snake would leap at a chance to profit from the Uchiha massacre.
Next Morning - Orochimaru's Lair
Sasame materialized in the dim hall, sipping tea as if he owned the place.
"Fetch him."
The serpentine sentries scattered.
Minutes later, Orochimaru strode in, golden eyes glinting with irritation.
Every interaction with Sasame lately had cost him—competing for Uchiha eyes, plans unraveling.
The man's intel was valuable, but losing control grated on him.
"Frowning ages you."
Sasame smirked. "Immortality requires good humor."
"..."
Orochimaru's smile was icy. "I have immortality. Save your concern."
"Suit yourself."
Sasame didn't bother mentioning Edo Tensei's flaws. Leaving Orochimaru vulnerable was strategic.
"You're aware of the Uchiha's predicament. Will they rebel?"
"Obviously."
Orochimaru's tongue flicked out. "That they've lasted this long is miraculous."
"Then you're prepared to join the... cleanup."
Sasame studied him. "But what if I offered you a chance to monopolize the spoils?"
"Monopolize? Don't jest."
Orochimaru scoffed. "An Uchiha uprising will drag all of Konoha into chaos."
"Not if Itachi handles it."
Sasame leaned forward.
"Single-handedly. Every last Uchiha—gone."
For the first time in decades, genuine shock flashed across Orochimaru's face.
What kind of madness is this?!
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