Fugaku's words detonated inside the underground chamber like a paper bomb.
For a moment, most of the clan simply froze.
Only a small group—led by Uchiha Yatsushiro and several of Fugaku's direct loyalists—showed no surprise. They had clearly anticipated this.
"Fugaku… what exactly do you mean?" Yashiro asked sharply, unable to sit still.
Fugaku only shook his head and remained silent.
"The Clan Head means exactly what he said."
A calm voice cut through the tension.
Under countless bewildered gazes, Uchiha Jin stepped forward and ascended the high platform.
Behind him, Shisui Uchiha followed closely. Once on the platform, he took position at Jin's side. Fugaku stepped to the other side.
Three figures. One line.
Setsuna frowned deeply.
"Uchiha Jin, I acknowledge your achievements on the battlefield. You've earned great renown for the clan."
"But that does not give you the right to grow arrogant."
"By age. By seniority. By contribution. By rank—there are many here superior to you."
"You are not qualified to become Clan Head."
Yashiro added coldly, "Even if Fugaku willingly steps down, the position of Clan Head is not something you simply take. There are rules."
Neither elder had expected tonight's meeting—originally meant to discuss how to deal with the village—to suddenly turn into a leadership upheaval.
They were arguing about whether to revolt against Konoha.
Instead, someone was staging a revolution within the clan itself.
This was not what either of them wanted.
"Age? Seniority? Rank? Contribution? Rules?"
Jin let out a quiet laugh.
"You forgot one thing."
"Strength."
His gaze sharpened.
"In the face of absolute strength, my rules are the rules."
His eyes snapped open.
The three tomoe spun—then twisted into a new, intricate pattern.
At the same time, a crushing, tyrannical aura erupted from him, sweeping across the chamber like a tidal wave.
The air grew heavy.
Breathing became difficult.
This was not ordinary chakra pressure.
This was a spiritual shockwave.
Jin's Mangekyō radiated a force that felt almost like Conqueror's Haki from another world—an overwhelming projection of will.
The result was immediate.
Most of the Uchiha collapsed to their knees under the pressure.
Even elite jōnin struggled to remain upright, faces pale with shock.
Setsuna and Yashiro felt sweat bead on their foreheads as they stared at Jin's eyes.
"Ma… Mangekyō…?!"
Disbelief flooded their voices.
Mangekyō Sharingan was legendary even within the Uchiha.
Decades could pass without one awakening.
Now—
Not only had one appeared—
It stood before them, radiating dominance.
"The era has changed," Jin said coldly, his voice echoing through the chamber.
"You are old."
"Look at what you've turned this clan into."
He swept his gaze across the assembly.
"A radical faction with courage but no strength."
"A conservative faction with strength but no resolve."
"And a hesitant faction waiting for fate to decide for them."
"One clan—three voices."
"Is that not betrayal of our ancestors?"
His eyes burned like twin flames.
"The Uchiha do not need endless argument."
"They need a leader."
"A visionary."
"A warrior capable of crushing enemies."
"A pioneer who can carve through obstacles and lead this clan forward."
He stepped forward.
"And he is already here."
"I will lead the Uchiha to victory."
A golden-red chakra erupted around him, forming a towering, fearsome armored silhouette.
The incomplete form of Susanoo loomed above the platform, radiating power.
Gasps filled the chamber.
"I don't care whether you were radical, conservative, or hesitant."
"But remember this—"
"You are Uchiha."
"From this moment on, there will be only one voice within this clan."
"My voice."
"The voice of the Uchiha."
He extended his hand.
"From today forward, I assume the position of Clan Head."
"All clan decisions will pass through me."
His gaze swept across the room.
"I've said my piece."
"Who agrees? Who objects?"
Silence.
Total silence.
The golden-red Susanoo towered above them like a divine judgment.
Then—
Shisui stepped forward.
His own eyes shifted.
Mangekyō.
Green chakra flared, forming a second Susanoo beside Jin's.
Fugaku followed.
Black chakra surged.
A third Susanoo materialized.
Three Mangekyō Sharingan.
Three Susanoo.
The underground chamber might as well have been struck by lightning.
Setsuna and Yashiro stood frozen, minds blank.
Three Mangekyō.
Three Kage-level combatants.
For decades, the clan had struggled to awaken even one.
Now three stood before them.
And slowly—
Shock turned to realization.
Realization turned to exhilaration.
This was not weakness.
This was ascendance.
Yatsushiro was the first to react.
He raised his fist.
"Long live the Clan Head!"
Fugaku's loyalists followed immediately.
"Long live the Clan Head!"
"Long live the Clan Head!"
Then the entire chamber erupted.
"Long live the Clan Head!"
"Long live the Clan Head!"
Eyes blazed—not with anger this time, but with fervor.
Jin smiled faintly.
"Long live the Uchiha."
And the chamber roared in unison—
"LONG LIVE THE UCHIHA!!!"
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