Chapter 47: As Long as There Are People, Evil Will Never Cease to Flourish

Fugaku felt a flicker of disbelief—had his hearing truly failed him, or had Uchiha Iizumi really harbored such a dangerous thought?

To want to kill the Hokage-sama… but lacked the chance…?

Could such a thing even be spoken aloud in broad daylight?

Even someone as composed as Fugaku Clan Head nearly lost his composure.

At that moment, members of the Uchiha Police Force began arriving in waves, sealing off every exit with ruthless precision, leaving Uchiha Oniwa not a single chance to escape.

Their eyes narrowed, scanning the scene ahead—but when they spotted Uchiha Iizumi among them, they all paused, stunned.

“Uchiha Iizumi? He… wasn’t he Oniwa’s relative? If I recall correctly, he was his nephew?”

One officer murmured aloud, utterly bewildered.

…

Alongside Fugaku, Uchiha Oniwa himself was shaken to the core.

He had believed himself intimately familiar with Uchiha Iizumi’s extreme nature—after all, he was blood.

But now, he realized just how shallow his understanding truly was.

This boy… was beyond extreme.

He’d kill Uchiha ninja without hesitation.

He’d kill his own blood kin.

He’d even dare to target the Hokage.

In the entire Ninja World… was there anyone he wouldn’t kill?

The searing pain from his severed fingers blurred his vision. Every step Iizumi took forward forced Oniwa to stagger back, his body wracked with agony.

A twisted grin split his face.

“…Iizumi. Let’s be honest—your so-called Absolute Justice is just an excuse to slaughter, isn’t it? And how many lives have you taken in Leaf Village? Are you really any different from me? We’re bound by blood. We’re both killers!”

“Soon, Iizumi… you’ll be stripped of that mask of yours. One day, you’ll become exactly like me. No… you’ll go even further. That’s the fate written in our Uchiha blood!”

Before he could finish, his vision was swallowed whole by a roaring tide of molten lava.

His fingers had already been melted away. He was powerless. The distance between them had closed to the point where there was no escape.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the underworld, Iizumi!!!”

—KRAK!

The body, headless, collapsed backward like a puppet with its strings cut—lifeless, utterly drained.

Uchiha Oniwa.

Dead.

【Ping! You have successfully eliminated a “Red Mark” criminal! Your chakra has slightly increased! Congratulations—you’ve obtained: “Sharingan Power from Uchiha Oniwa!”】

The molten arm that had consumed Oniwa returned to its normal form.

Uchiha Iizumi stood motionless, eyes closed.

He could feel it—the power of the eye, being rapidly absorbed, digested, and integrated into his own Sharingan.

The transformation lasted only two seconds.

To the onlookers…

He was simply standing there, silent and still—having just executed his own blood relative, now lost in a deathlike silence.

…

“That guy…” One Uchiha ninja stepped forward, then hesitated. “He really… went through with it? He actually killed his own kin for his so-called Absolute Justice?”

An Investigation Corps ninja remained silent for a breath, then spoke softly:

“Rumor has it… Uchiha Oniwa was the only living blood relative Iizumi had left.”

“That… explains it.”

“No wonder he’s been called a genius unmatched in generations of the Uchiha clan. Only someone with such resolve could awaken the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan one day.”

“He’s still blindfolded… wait—didn’t he have three tomoe? Is he… really about to awaken it?”

“Impossible…”

“Hmph. All that talk about Absolute Justice… wasn’t just empty words after all. Oniwa tried to shake Iizumi’s beliefs in his final moments. But he was delusional. A man like that… how could he possibly be shaken?”

…

Amid the hushed murmurs, Izumi arrived in a rush, accompanied by Tachibana Jiro.

She collapsed onto her knees, breathless, her face pale.

“Meow… Iizumi-sama really did it. A true act of righteousness against kin…” Tachibana Jiro muttered, voice tinged with awe.

Izumi looked up—her eyes widening at the sight before her.

Her mentor stood motionless before a headless corpse.

The ground still glistened with cooled lava.

Her voice trembled. “That… that body… it can’t be…”

Tachibana Jiro confirmed: “It’s Oniwa. No head, neck charred black. No doubt—he was killed by Iizumi’s Molten Release.”

“Meow… With Oniwa gone, Iizumi-sama is truly alone in the world now.”

Izumi bit her lip.

“Iizumi-san… is he… suffering right now?”

She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like—killing one’s own blood.

Grief? Pain? Regret? Despair?

“Ah—” She quickly wiped her eyes, then turned sharply to Tachibana Jiro, her expression sharp.

“Newcomer. Your empathy is too strong. Good thing Iizumi-sama didn’t see that. Otherwise, you’d be docked points, meow.”

She whispered, defensive: “But… maybe people who feel deeply are the only ones who truly understand how hard-won justice and fairness really are.”

She took a deep breath.

And, in the silence—while every Investigation Corps ninja, including Fugaku, remained frozen in place—she stepped forward.

“…Iizumi-san?”

She stood beside Uchiha Iizumi, mustering her courage.

“Newcomer. Just in time,” he said, his voice calm, unshaken.

No sorrow. No emotion.

As if he had already become numb.

Uchiha Iizumi asked, “How many lessons have I taught you, so far?”

Izumi snapped to attention. “The fourth one! No matter how noble the excuse others use to commit evil, you must never waver in upholding Absolute Justice! Even when—”

Her memory was flawless. She remembered every word.

Her voice dropped, heavy with emotion.

“Even when you must swing the blade of justice against the one you know best… the one you love most…”

Her tone hardened, then rose, fierce and clear.

“…You must do it without hesitation! Without mercy! Without tolerance!”

“Execute justice with absolute, unrelenting force!”

“Purge the evil from the Ninja World!”

Uchiha Iizumi glanced at her—her face flushed, eyes blazing with conviction.

Then he turned toward Uchiha Fugaku, standing a few paces away.

“The rest is your responsibility.”

Fugaku’s ears still echoed with the girl’s fierce declaration.

His gaze flickered between Iizumi and the young ninja—his expression unreadable.

So… he had passed his ninja way on to the next generation.

But could evil truly be purged from the Ninja World?

—Izumi… as long as people exist, evil will keep emerging.

You know this better than anyone, don’t you?

He didn’t speak it aloud.

But he knew—after today, many in the Uchiha clan would look at Iizumi differently.

…

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(End of Chapter)

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