"Uchiha Fugaku, your clan fled the battlefield first. Now you dare come to steal credit? Don't blame me for stripping the Uchiha of their pride."
Yoru gripped Samehada, unshaken by the Uchiha's infamous prestige. The Konoha Hundred encircled them, their killing intent palpable. Fugaku's pupils contracted—these weren't ordinary shinobi. One misstep, and he and his three clansmen would be swallowed by their wrath.
"Yoru! Face me in single combat!" Fugaku demanded, hoping to carve an opening.
"Gladly."
Yoru smirked. He knew the Uchiha's nature well. Unless beaten decisively, they'd scheme endlessly. A public defeat would shut them up for good.
Clash of Titans
Fugaku struck first. A barrage of kunai sealed Yoru's evasion paths, followed by the clan's signature technique:
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A colossal orange sphere roared forward—only to meet Yoru's counter.
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
The hurricane-force winds shredded the fireball, merging with its embers to form a swirling inferno akin to Blazing Wind Dance (爆風乱舞). Fugaku barely dodged, leaping skyward.
"Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Claw Red!"
Hidden shuriken laced the flaming projectiles. Yoru's hands blurred.
"Water Style: Water Wall!"
The flames hissed into steam. Without pause, Yoru retaliated:
"Wind Style: Vacuum Bullets!"
Compressed air rounds tore toward Fugaku, who—relying on his Three-Tomoe Sharingan—yanked wires attached to his earlier kunai to twist midair.
The Illusion Shattered
"Genjutsu: Shackling Stakes Technique!"
Fugaku's trump card. Normally, this would paralyze even elite jōnin. But Samehada pulsed, severing the illusion instantly.
As Fugaku lunged for a kunai-to-throat finish—
"Samehada: Chakra Devour!"
The blade rested against his shoulder. Fugaku's chakra hemorrhaged. His knees buckled; the Sharingan flickered out.
"Impossible! Fugaku-sama lost?!"
"Three Tomoe… crushed this easily?"
"So much for the Uchiha's 'genius'."
The jeers stung worse than the defeat. Fugaku's vision darkened—part shame, part Yoru's final chakra drain ensuring his "faint" became real.
The Beauty's Wrath
"Yoru! Release him!"
A raven-haired kunoichi charged, kunai gleaming. Yoru disarmed her with Samehada's touch.
"Ah, so you're Uchiha Mikoto."
He caught her as her legs gave out.
No wonder she'd birth Yoru.
Her porcelain features and waist-length hair matched the legends—but the fire in her eyes defied rumors of her gentleness.
"Let me go!"
Humiliation fueled her. The Sharingan spiraled—Three Tomoe awakened.
Danger.
Yoru drained her chakra before emotions could birth a Mangekyō. She collapsed, unconscious.
The Aftermath
The remaining Uchiha snarled threats until Hagane Kotetsu and Kamizuki Izumo subdued them.
"You'll pay for this, Yoru!"
"Lock them up," Yoru ordered.
With the Uchiha and **Hokage's Advisors ** faction imprisoned, the other credit-hunters fell in line.
The Bargain
Uchiha Shun, the clan's pragmatic elder, intercepted Yoru later.
"Lord Yoru, I plead for Fugaku's release. The Uchiha mean no—"
"Shun," Yoru cut in, "I bear no hatred. This is for Konoha's unity."
He leaned closer.
"Rumors say Uchiha hawks plot against the Third. Should I believe them?"
Shun paled. "Mere hotheaded words, Lord Yoru!"
"Words become actions. I'm helping your clan avoid treason." Yoru's smile chilled. "Unless you'd prefer… harsher corrections?"
Shun bowed deeply. "Your… wisdom is appreciated."