At this moment, Itachi stepped forward. "Hiromi, it is impossible for the Uchiha clan to become the Hokage. With your capacity, you should understand that."
Hiromi laughed. "I even burned down my own home, and now you're telling me to let go of everything for the sake of the village?"
Immediately, Hiromi's aura became even more fierce. The orange flames around him began to converge, with a hint of gold flickering in and out of existence. It exuded an imperial majesty that made people feel awe, daring not to look directly at him, as if even a glance were a sin.
Itachi wanted to say more, but Hiromi coldly interrupted him, "Itachi, you are first a member of the Uchiha clan, and only then a person of Konoha."
"From childhood to adulthood, it wasn't Konoha that raised you, but the Uchiha, your parents."
"I understand the righteousness in your heart, but it has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to care about it."
"But if you want to sacrifice the Uchiha for the sake of the village, then I'm sorry, you will be my enemy."
"If you don't want to be our enemy, and you don't want to help us, then take your younger brother and get out of the Uchiha."
"Otherwise, the day the Uchiha perishes will be your brother's death anniversary next year."
As soon as the words fell, Itachi changed from his usual gloomy, sorrowful demeanor.
It was as if his most untouchable taboo had been touched. Looking at Hiromi, it was as if he were looking at a mortal enemy.
His pitch-black eyes instantly revealed the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, so intense it seemed to bleed, incomparably fierce.
"How dare you!"
Many Uchiha Clan Members with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan were shocked. They knew Itachi was a genius, but they hadn't expected him to be this strong.
With this terrifying ocular power, perhaps even Fugaku could only be evenly matched?
Hiromi remained unmoved, his aura fierce. "Leave now, and I can still treat you as a clan member."
Itachi understood the implication—if I treat you as a clan member, I won't touch Sasuke either.
He closed his eyes in pain. Dozens of seconds later, under the gaze of countless people, his body trembled slightly.
"I am sorry, Hokage-sama."
He stepped back and disappeared into the shadows.
Once Itachi left, Hiruzen felt even more helpless, as if he had aged ten years, turning into a hunched old man of seventy or eighty.
"I will only wait for half an hour." Hiromi regained his calm and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Shisui also sat down cross-legged. Having sat for a year, he was very accustomed to it.
The clan members sat down somewhat awkwardly. Their expressions were strange, but they were also very excited. Their eyes were burning, reflecting only one person's figure—Hiromi.
This is the Uchiha clan!
The ninjas in the village saw this and looked at each other. They had thought tonight would be a difficult battle with countless casualties. They hadn't expected it to be so stimulating.
Although they didn't understand the hidden meaning in Hiromi's words, it was clear that Hiruzen had some leverage held against him by Hiromi.
And these were all major events they were aware of.
The secrets hidden behind major events!
This made them very curious, but they held back.
But one person couldn't help it.
A silver-haired man came to Hiruzen's side and asked, "Hokage-sama, Minato-sensei's son..."
At this moment, many people turned their heads abruptly to look beside Hiromi. They saw a man with an orange mask and a single eye visible appear out of thin air beside him. He held a Kunai in his hand, aiming straight for Hiromi's heart.
Everyone frowned.
Such behavior was basically suicide.
However, Hiromi knew the capabilities of this man with the orange mask.
"Nii-san, control him!" He said without hesitation.
The flames that had vanished from his body suddenly surged out, instantly turning into gold. At the same time, there was an astonishing pressure.
A brilliant crown, burning like golden flames, appeared above Hiromi's head. Streaks of golden patterns appeared on his face, covering his entire body and spreading to his hands and feet, forming bracelets and anklets. His whole body seemed to become flawless, filled with a noble and scorching aura.
In his tightly closed eyes, a golden light seemed to appear. Even without opening them, it had already swept across the surroundings, making people's hearts pound.
Fire Release Chakra Mode: Flame Emperor Form!
The moment this form appeared, the skin of the clan members around Hiromi was burned blood-red, and they retreated in terror.
The ground beneath his feet seemed to be melting, turning into thick, golden magma, forming a two-meter-wide circle.
Shisui also retreated, but a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan with Fuma Shuriken patterns appeared in his eyes, staring straight at the masked man.
The masked man, as if he had expected this, lowered his head and remained unmoved, single-mindedly wanting to kill Hiromi.
At this moment, everyone witnessed something—the terrifying high temperature of Hiromi's Fire Chakra seemed to have no effect on that masked man.
Hiromi's expression was calm as a touch of gold appeared on his finger. This gold quickly condensed and compressed, with a white light appearing, or perhaps it was just an illusion.
A voice resounded throughout the surroundings, like the whispers of ten thousand people.
"Emperor Flame: Pierce..."
Before Hiromi could finish his words, the masked man's expression changed drastically.
Everyone saw the black trench coat on his body being quickly burned, and even the mask began to melt.
"It can actually affect space!" The masked man revealed fear for the first time.
He hurriedly retreated.
A sizzling sound of flesh burning came from his body, emitting the smell of cooked meat, which quickly turned into a pungent, unpleasant charred smell.
"Don't let him run!"
The Uchiha Clan Members attacked immediately. Shuriken, Kunai, and Ninjutsu all attacked fiercely, surrounding the masked man but the masked man ignored it.
Immediately after, everyone saw a shocking scene. They saw the masked man disappear into thin air, like a phantom.
Everyone was stunned.
"What is this?!"
"Space-time Ninjutsu? Flying Thunder God?"
"No! It's not Flying Thunder God!"
"Then what kind of technique is that!"
The crowd was suspicious and uncertain.