Anger!
Extreme rage!!
At this moment, the Great Elder of the Uchiha clan couldn't help but directly activate his Sharingan, intending to teach Uchiha Yuta a lesson.
To think—
He had never been insulted like this before.
Still—
Just as he activated his Sharingan, Yuta had already anticipated it. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
Buzz!!
In the next moment—
Before the Great Elder could even unleash his pupil power, an overwhelming aura erupted from Yuta's body at an unimaginable speed. Under his precise control, it bore down heavily on the radical elders who had just been clamoring moments ago.
Enough was enough.
Being low-key didn't mean being a pushover.
Even a clay figurine had its limits.
And he—
He was an Elite Jonin now.
If they weren't going to show him any respect, then he saw no reason to show them any either.
Boom!!
The Whitebeard-infused Conqueror's Haki of Uchiha Yuta was utterly terrifying.
Almost instantly, the elders who had just been shouting felt their consciousness falter.
Affected by the pressure—
The radical faction elders didn't even have time to react before their vision blurred, their bodies trembled, and their minds went blank. Their bodies froze in their seats, as though rooted in place.
"W-What...?!"
The Great Elder's Sharingan flickered with disbelief, his heart trembling violently.
"No... I..."
In the next moment, the Great Elder struggled to regain his composure. But—
When he tried to channel his chakra again, he realized, to his horror, that his mind was overwhelmed—suppressed by an unrelenting force.
Poof... Poof...
One after another—
The radical elders slumped from their chairs, their bodies crashing to the floor like fallen leaves in the wind.
Only the Great Elder remained conscious—but barely. Sweat poured down his face, his body trembled, and his eyes filled with sheer disbelief.
A Taijutsu user... was this terrifying?
Was this the power of an invisible force beyond ninjutsu?
How could it be so overwhelming...?!
"Just because I don't seek trouble doesn't mean I'm someone you can push around."
Yuta's gaze flickered toward the Great Elder.
Boom!!
At that moment, the Great Elder's mind reeled, as if he had witnessed the legendary Whitebeard himself shattering islands with his bare fists. He could almost see the world trembling before the might of this power.
His body went rigid.
And then—
With a final jolt of shock, he lost consciousness, collapsing onto the floor.
"Heh..."
Yuta smirked slightly before finally withdrawing his Conqueror's Haki.
The entire conference room fell eerily silent.
As if—
Nothing had ever happened.
Only the unconscious elders sprawled across the floor served as evidence that this was no illusion.
"T-This... what just happened?!"
Uchiha Fugaku, who had been sitting quietly all along, was stunned. His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to settle down.
What the hell was that?
Yuta had simply released his aura—and it had instantly knocked out half of the Uchiha elders?!
What kind of monstrous control was this?
From start to finish, neither the chairs nor the table in the room were disturbed, yet the elders had been subdued in an instant.
The other half of the room—
The remaining elders sat in stunned silence. Their minds had gone completely blank, unable to process what had just happened.
Because—
Even though the Great Elder and the radicals had aged and lost much of their former strength, they were still formidable.
But—
Yuta's mere presence had completely crushed them.
Terrifying.
Absolutely terrifying.
This... this is the power of a Taijutsu-based Elite Jonin?!
A physical ninja... is this strong?!
"If you don't have the strength, then don't try to act tough."
Glancing at the unconscious elders, Yuta turned to Fugaku and said nonchalantly, "Patriarch, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Because honestly—
The elders in this room?
Aside from Fugaku, they were nothing but old relics—
Senile, corrupt, and useless.
Much like the Konoha elders Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane, they sat around making decisions they had no business making.
If they wanted to pick a fight, Yuta had no intention of showing them mercy.
After all, giving them an inch would only make them demand a mile.
"Fine."
Fugaku let out a deep breath, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. He nodded helplessly.
Because the situation—
Had spiraled out of his control.
Originally, he had planned to let the radicals make their move first, then step in as a mediator to balance the power within the clan.
But now?
Yuta had moved first.
And when he did—
He completely shut them down.
With sheer presence alone, he had crushed the Great Elder and his faction in an instant.
There was no balancing the scales anymore.
The radicals had been utterly humiliated.
And now—
All Fugaku could do was let Yuta leave and clean up the mess.
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