Chapter 106: You Will Never See the Height Iizumi Senior Stands At!

The arrival of Uchiha Iizumi—and the sudden appearance of Uchiha Sasuke—had completely thrown the three men off guard.

They hadn’t invited them. No one had. Yet here they were, stepping into the Underground Shelter with cold, calculated precision. It was clear they knew exactly where to find them.

And that meant one thing: they had been tipped off.

They knew about the stash.

The illicit drugs. The hidden supply. The secret cache.

But how?

Was there a traitor among them?

The thought struck like lightning.

In an instant, the three Uchiha ninja instinctively took half a step back, widening the gap between each other. Eyes narrowed. Bodies tensed. Suspicion thickened the air.

Among them, Uchiha Hayato cast a sharp glance at the others. His face remained stern, rigid with tension. He stepped forward, blocking Uchiha Iizumi’s path.

“Hey!” he snapped, voice cold and cutting. “What’s going on here? We didn’t invite you.”

His gaze snapped to Naruto.

“This kid isn’t even one of us, is he? Bringing an outsider into the Uchiha Compound? Is this some kind of amusement park now? Anyone can just stroll in?”

He locked eyes with Uchiha Iizumi, his tone sharpening into a warning.

“Uchiha Iizumi… I’ll say it plainly. Stay out of this. Your meddling habit has already made you unpopular with most of the clan.”

But he hadn’t counted on Iizumi’s silence.

The woman didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.

She simply spoke—calm, cold, like a blade drawn from the sheath.

“Uchiha Hayato. Uchiha Masaru. Uchiha Chitō.”

Three names. Three sins.

Her eyes, devoid of warmth, burned with icy intent.

“Accused of large-scale illegal smuggling and trafficking of banned substances. Quantity: massive. Also, over a month ago, multiple premeditated murders committed outside the Fire Nation—half the victims were innocent civilians.”

As she spoke, her right hand slid to the hilt of her blade.

Hayato’s eyelid twitched.

Damn it… Even after months, this bastard still hasn’t changed.

“Uchiha Iizumi!” A voice roared from behind Hayato—furious, desperate. “Stop pretending to be righteous! What use are you? All you do is turn your blade on your own people! While we? We’re building the future of the Uchiha Clan!”

He spat the words like venom.

“We’re funding the revolution! Once the plan succeeds, the entire Leaf Village will belong to us! No more discrimination. No more exile. The Uchiha will stand above all others!”

“And you—your so-called ‘Justice’? You’ll be remembered as a traitor in our history. Worse than Fugaku himself, who at least still wears the clan’s face.”

Sasuke remained silent.

But inside, something stirred.

Why bring up Father… like that?

He wanted to shout back. To argue. To prove the man wrong.

But then he remembered—he was only seven. A child.

He couldn’t win against an adult’s rage.

Instead, a voice cut through the air—cool, sharp, like ice.

“Those who sacrifice others for a so-called ‘future’… should be the ones nailed to the shame column.”

The girl—Uchiha Izumi—spoke.

Her words carried no emotion. Only certainty.

“People like you… will never understand the height Iizumi Senior stands upon.”

She drew her blade faster than thought.

Because when Iizumi focused, when her mind narrowed to a single point, she saw—the red words hovering above the three men’s heads.

Their sins.

Their crimes.

Piled high.

Punishable by death.

These were not just criminals. They were Evil Offenders.

And Absolute Justice had no room for such filth.

No order needed.

Izumi moved.

The confined space was no place for fire release—too dangerous, too explosive. And she wasn’t skilled in ninjutsu anyway. Her strength lay in speed. In body. In precision.

One Shun—and she was upon Uchiha Hayato.

Her speed had changed. Transformed.

Hayato had been watching Iizumi, expecting her to strike.

But he never saw the girl—small, quiet, almost harmless—come at him first.

Instinct took over.

Two Tomoe Sharingan activated.

His eyes locked onto her movement.

He drew his blade—Shun—and swung for a counterattack.

But when their gazes met—

His pupils shrank.

Three Tomoe Sharingan?

Impossible!

CLANG!

The clash of steel sent shockwaves through both arms.

Hayato staggered back, muscles screaming.

He twisted his blade mid-swing, aiming for Izumi’s throat.

“Hayato! What are you doing?!”

A cry—sharp, panicked—cut through the air.

Hayato snapped back to reality.

His blade had struck.

But it passed through empty air.

Sharingan illusion.

He realized—in that instant—he had been trapped in the genjutsu the moment their eyes locked.

He forced his eyes open, breaking the spell with a surge of will.

But by then, his peripheral vision had already caught it—the tip of a blade, just two centimeters from his heart.

Damn it…

PING!

A kunai shot past, striking Izumi’s blade at an angle.

The impact forced her blade sideways.

The edge sliced through Hayato’s chest—just a shallow gash, but blood welled instantly.

Another Uchiha had attacked.

Now, both remaining opponents charged.

Izumi was forced to fight them both—alone.

The pain in her chest burned. Sweat poured down her back.

She had almost died.

And they were serious.

This wasn’t a warning.

This was execution.

Three Tomoe Sharingan…

How did she get it?

And why is she with Iizumi?

Behind her, Sasuke stood frozen.

His eyes couldn’t track their movements.

He saw nothing.

If even they’re this strong…

Then what kind of power does my brother—my future brother—possess?

Can I stop him… from doing what he’s meant to do?

Sasuke’s mind reeled.

He didn’t know.

He only knew he was terrified.

“Mew… Newcomer’s improving fast,” said Tachibana Jiro, leaping from Izumi’s shoulder the moment she moved.

He tilted his head, whiskers twitching.

“Already at Special Jonin level. Too bad her ninjutsu talent is weak. Skewed. If she were stronger in jutsu… she could be even more powerful.”

Naruto blinked.

“Wait… she’s that strong?”

He’d always thought of Izumi as just a quiet, bookish assistant—someone who followed Iizumi around, taking notes, doing paperwork.

Like a secretary.

But now?

She was fighting three Uchiha warriors.

And winning.

“Mew… but still, one against three?” Tachibana Jiro licked a paw. “Two with Two Tomoe Sharingan, one with One Tomoe. All experienced adults. She’s only just graduated from the Ninja Academy. Even with Three Tomoe Sharingan… and the blessings of Justice… she’s still stretched too thin.”

He paused.

“And if the drugs get disturbed? Dust in the air… that’s a disaster. Can’t have that.”

He stepped forward—ready to help.

Then—

A foot.

A single foot stepped past him.

Tachibana Jiro froze.

He looked up.

Only to see the towering back of Uchiha Iizumi.

The cat’s ears flattened.

A flicker of pity crossed his face.

Pity for the three Uchiha.

“Mew… Looks like I won’t get to show off in front of the kid. Iizumi Senior’s taking over. They won’t even have a full body left.”

…

“Huff… These three work well together,” Izumi panted, slashing one opponent back, then tossing shuriken to disrupt the other two.

She needed a breath.

But she wasn’t done.

“The Justice blessings… they’re real. My stamina, my chakra—both have skyrocketed. I didn’t pass out after activating Three Tomoe Sharingan like I used to.”

She gritted her teeth.

“But… fighting three skilled Uchiha? Even with this power… it’s still too much.”

She prepared to activate Sharingan again.

Then—

A sudden yank at her collar.

She hadn’t even seen it.

Her feet left the ground.

She was pulled backward.

And she smelled it.

Familiar.

His scent.

—Iizumi Senior.

The woman released her.

Izumi turned—just in time to see the Uchiha she’d just driven back—his blade raised—charging in.

But the moment he saw Uchiha Iizumi standing there…

His eyes widened.

Shock.

Fear.

SWISH!

A flash of steel.

The man’s Two Tomoe Sharingan couldn’t track the movement.

The blade hadn’t even left the sheath in his vision.

Iizumi shifted her stance—sidestepped the slash—then passed right by him.

He turned—just in time to see his own head begin to tilt.

A crimson line spiraled around his neck.

Blood gushed.

His head rolled off.

The body collapsed.

A fountain of blood sprayed the ceiling—dripping down like a rain of red blossoms.

“Chitō!!” Hayato screamed.

But his shock didn’t last.

Because the second Uchiha—Masaru—suddenly froze.

He stared at the wall.

Then screamed—in horror.

He bolted sideways—straight into Iizumi’s path.

Like he was running toward her.

Hayato’s eyes widened.

No… he’s under genjutsu!

But how? When did Iizumi activate it?!

“Masaru! Wake up! It’s a lie! A trick!”

Too late.

Iizumi’s blade flashed.

One smooth motion.

Another head fell.

Two down.

Only Hayato remained.

His hands trembled.

His Sharingan—now Three Tomoe—burned with fury.

He stared at the bodies of his childhood friends.

His allies.

His brothers in blood.

“Why?!” he roared, voice cracking. “We only wanted the future of the Uchiha! To end the discrimination! To make us strong! What did we do wrong?!”

His eyes—bloodshot, veins pulsing—flickered.

The Two Tomoe turned to Three.

A surge of power flooded through him.

The world shifted.

He laughed.

Then he laughed harder.

“Hoho… Hahahaha! This is it! The ultimate power of Sharingan! I feel it! Chitō and Masaru… they didn’t die in vain! Their will… their sacrifice… it unlocked the key!”

“HAAAAAAH! HAAAAH!”

He raised his blade.

“I am the next generation of the Uchiha! I will rise—!”

But then—

His voice died.

His eyes locked on the figure before him.

Iizumi.

Standing right in front of him.

Her right arm—molten lava—had transformed into a monstrous, snarling beast—a Lava Hound, jaws wide, fangs dripping fire.

Hayato’s Three Tomoe Sharingan saw the movement.

But his body… wouldn’t obey.

The heat.

The light.

It burned.

MOVE!

MOVE, YOU IDIOT!

He screamed inside.

But it was too late.

The Lava Hound slammed into his chest.

KER-THOOM!

The ninja flak jacket exploded.

The beast tore through his back—emerging on the other side, carving a massive hole in the wall.

Hayato’s body convulsed.

He coughed—blood, blackened by heat, spewing from his mouth.

His chest burned.

His strength vanished.

He looked up.

Eyes wide.

Empty.

How…?

I activated Three Tomoe… I felt power…

Why… did I still die?

…

That was the power of Molten Release.

Too strong.

Too fast.

Too absolute.

Iizumi pulled her arm back.

Hayato’s body collapsed.

Dead.

No breath.

No pulse.

No life.

【Ding!】

You have successfully eliminated three “Red Mark” criminals!

Chakra increased slightly!

Congratulations! You have obtained:

—A pair of fully charged Two Tomoe Sharingan eyes

—“Konoha Swordsmanship Experience Book” ×10

—“Complete List of Konoha Illicit Drug Smugglers and Traffickers”

…

“Three Tomoe Sharingan…”

“So… that was it…”

Sasuke stood frozen.

His eyes fixed on the massive lava crater in the wall.

Lava still dripped slowly from the edges.

He knew what Three Tomoe Sharingan meant.

Even he, who had only awakened One Tomoe, felt invincible in the Academy.

He’d even thought about challenging Hyūga Neji.

But this?

This was beyond belief.

And yet—

Iizumi had ended it.

No grand battle.

No epic clash.

Just a single strike.

A single moment.

And it was over.

Sasuke’s heart pounded.

He didn’t know what to feel.

Only fear.

Only awe.

Then—

A sudden shift in the air.

Izumi’s head snapped up.

Her body tensed.

Something’s wrong.

She turned—quick as lightning.

Her voice—sharp, alert—cut through the silence.

“Who’s there?!”

Naruto and Sasuke flinched.

They turned.

And saw him.

A masked man.

One hand in his pocket.

Standing calmly behind them.

Izumi narrowed her eyes.

“Anbu?”

“Cough.”

Kakashi cleared his throat, embarrassed.

He saw Iizumi’s gaze shift toward him.

To avoid misunderstanding, he slowly removed his Anbu mask.

Exposed—half a face, wrapped in a black cloth.

He glanced at the three bodies on the floor.

Then spoke, blunt and honest.

“The Hokage sent me to monitor Naruto. I heard noise… worried. Came down to check.”

He regretted it.

But then—

Iizumi ignored him.

Instead, she tossed something small—a palm-sized notebook—into Izumi’s hands.

Izumi fumbled, barely catching it.

“…What’s this?”

“List.”

Iizumi looked up.

“Today’s kill list.”

Izumi blinked.

…What?

…

…

(End of Chapter)

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