At this moment, Shisui, who had been silent, spoke up, "When Koharu and Homura wanted to annihilate my entire Uchiha clan, why didn't you stand up?"
Guy opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Shikaku, who was behind him, stepped out and said, "He didn't know, it was a secret operation."
"But he could hear. No matter how dull a person is, after so much time, he should know what these pests once tried to do. Even if they failed, they took action to annihilate my Uchiha clan, not sparing a single Uchiha child."
Shisui's calm voice turned grim, and his Chakra surged, pressing down on Guy. "At that time! Where were you! Why didn't you stand up!"
"Did you think that since my Uchiha clan was fine that night, it didn't matter?"
"Did you think that since it was in the past, there was no need to dwell on it?"
"Or did you think that because they are Hokage Advisors, my Uchiha clan's children deserved to die?"
A hoarse sound came from Guy's throat, and he couldn't say a single word.
Shisui closed his eyes, and his expression gradually returned to calm.
He turned around, looked down at the disheveled Koharu and Homura, along with the important members of their clans, who were kneeling before him.
He looked up at the villagers, who wore pained expressions, and began to speak.
"We now pronounce the fourteen major crimes of Koharu and Homura!"
The thousands of people around were silent, their expressions complex, with only Shisui's voice echoing.
"Crime one: The destruction of the Land of Whirlpools..."
"Crime two: Colluding with Orochimaru to conduct human experimentation..."
"Crime three: Assisting in Orochimaru's escape..."
"Crime four: Killing my Uchiha Clan Members on the Nine-Tails Attack Night..."
"Crime five: Promising compensation for the Uchiha clan's relocation but failing to provide it..."
"Crime six: Spreading rumors in the village about the relationship between the Uchiha and Nine-Tails."
"Crime seven: Spreading rumors that the Fourth Hokage Namikaze Minato's son, Naruto, is the Demon Fox!"
"Crime eight: Trying to assassinate the Third Hokage..."
"Crime nine: Concealing the Uchiha's war merits..."
"Crime ten: Framing the Uchiha clan for the death of the Kumogakure envoy captain!"
"Crime eleven: Concealing the crimes of Danzo..."
"Crime twelve: Colluding with Orochimaru to murder the Third Hokage!"
"Crime thirteen: Koharu and Homura, along with their clans, have been cowardly and fearful of death. This was the case during the Nine-Tails incident, the war against Iwagakure and Kumogakure, and the Fourth Great Ninja War!"
"Crime fourteen: Utilizing their positions as Hokage Advisors to bleed the village dry, causing a deficit in Konoha's finances!"
"Fourth Hokage Namikaze Minato's son, Naruto, the assassination attempt on the Third Hokage, the malicious targeting of Konoha clans, the murder of the Third Hokage..."
The villagers heard these things and found it unbelievable.
"Th... This is..."
"Is this true?"
"That's impossible, right?"
The villagers couldn't help but look toward Shikaku and the hundreds of Jonin, but not a single person stood up to deny it. Those Jonin lowered their heads, their expressions complex.
Their complex expressions did not mean that everything Shisui said was true. They knew for certain that some parts were false, but there were parts they could confirm were true.
Without their help, could Danzo have accomplished so many evil deeds alone?
They had certainly helped quite a bit in the past.
And the silent attitude of the Jonin made the villagers believe that all these things were true. After all, they also knew some things.
For instance, Koharu and Homura had never left the village, yet they had become the people with the greatest contributions to the village.
Before, they had been immersed in it, cheering with excitement. Looking back now, they realized it was full of weirdness.
They hadn't done anything at all!
And having such a fact was enough to make them believe the other crimes.
For a moment, they glared at the two Hokage Advisors, Koharu and Homura, gritting their teeth.
"These are Hokage Advisors?"
"Damn it! I trusted you so much!"
"You two pests of Konoha!"
"No wonder Konoha's funds are getting lower and lower!"
"No wonder Konoha is declining!"
The villagers clenched their fists, restraining themselves from rushing up to beat these two old guys to death.
Koharu and Homura lowered their heads, full of decay.
It's over...
Everything is over...
Their only reliance—power—had collapsed.
"I now sentence Koharu and Homura to death! Beheaded in public!" Shisui said coldly.
Two Uchiha Clan Members stood beside them and drew their short swords.
The cowardly Koharu and Homura were terrified, sweating profusely, making muffled noises, struggling violently, as if saying: "You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"
The villagers had hateful expressions, but not one person stood up to say they couldn't be killed.
Those with children covered their children's eyes. But every adult widened their eyes, filled with hatred, a silent voice resounding deafeningly: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
Swish!
The next second, their heads slid off, hit the ground with a soft thud, and rolled on the floor.
Immediately after.
Puff!
At the severed neck, fresh blood sprayed out like a small firework, lasting for a few seconds before weakening.
The two headless corpses twitched slightly, then fell powerlessly.
Seeing this scene, the important figures of the Mitokado and Utatane clans kneeling nearby widened their eyes in disbelief.
Koharu... Homura...
The big shots in their clans...
Big shots who were even more prestigious than the clan heads and elders...
Just... just like that... just died like this?
Their hearts were desolate.
If even these two big shots were dead, did they have any way to survive?
One by one, they lost their previous hatred, leaving only terrified trembling and endless fear.
Jiraiya hid in a corner, drinking alcohol, not daring to look at the two decapitated corpses.
He knew it was all too late. Konoha was finished. Now, at least his teacher's reputation was preserved.
Thinking of this, he walked away staggeringly.
Suddenly, he remembered a young blond boy. 'At least, take him with me.'
But halfway there, a seven-year-old boy stood there, quietly watching him.
"Get lost."
Jiraiya clenched his fists, his face ashen.