Hokage: I Am an Uchiha with the Power to Extract Entries

As the saying goes, hearing a hundred times is not as good as seeing once.

The Flying Thunder God Technique was recorded in the Uchiha archives. No matter how powerful the words describing it were, nothing could compare to actually experiencing it.

Fugaku had previously heard tales of how it could rival the Mangekyō Sharingan and dismissed them as mere conversation pieces. But now, after witnessing it firsthand, he understood—this slippery technique was truly troublesome.

Fortunately, he possessed the pupil technique of his left eye, which filled him with unwavering confidence.

He believed…

With that eye's power, no enemy could stand against him.

He would be invincible!

However, Yuma, standing across from him, showed no interest in Fugaku's admiration.

"Lord Fugaku, let's cut the chatter," Yuma said, stepping into position and forming the seal of opposition. "From here on, I won't hold back."

Fugaku took a deep breath, meeting Yuma's gaze before mirroring the stance.

"Yuma-kun… Come, let me see the true strength of Shunshin Yuma, the man who has shaken the ninja world."

—Buzz!

As Fugaku's words faded, both their Sharingan activated in an instant. Their intricate patterns locked onto each other, each warrior fully alert.

Boom!

The ground beneath them shattered as they launched forward.

A series of high-speed clashes erupted—swift, precise, and unrelenting. Their movements blended into the signature elegance of Uchiha combat.

Suddenly—

Bang!

Fugaku's pupils contracted in shock as he caught sight of something unexpected—Yuma's fist compressed the very air around it, distorting space with sheer force.

Bang!

Fugaku barely dodged in time as Yuma's punch struck the earth.

In an instant, the impact carved a massive crater into the ground.

That was close! Fugaku thought, his heart pounding.

He hadn't expected Yuma's raw physical strength to be this terrifying.

Initially, he had planned to engage in a taijutsu contest, but after witnessing that monstrous punch, he reconsidered.

Getting hit by a strike capable of distorting air itself?

No. That was an instant defeat.

—Whoosh!

Fugaku leapt backward, creating distance between them.

Yuma's taijutsu, in his eyes, was simply abnormal!

"What's with your body?" Fugaku narrowed his eyes. "My Sharingan doesn't lie… That punch just now wasn't even enhanced by chakra!"

That was what unsettled him the most.

No chakra reinforcement, yet that level of destruction? Impossible!

In Fugaku's understanding, no matter how strong a ninja was, the human body was inherently fragile. Even the mightiest could be felled by a single kunai if they let their guard down.

Even the Senju, known for their monstrous strength, relied on chakra enhancement to amplify their physical prowess.

But Yuma's punch…?

That was raw, unassisted strength.

A terrifying anomaly.

"Chakra or not, I have no obligation to explain anything to you," Yuma responded with mild amusement. "Even a Genin knows—a ninja battle is a battle of information.

"Expecting me to reveal my abilities? That's wishful thinking."

He sighed inwardly.

Why do people always assume I'll explain my techniques mid-fight?

Especially in the ninja world, where deception was everything.

Noticing Fugaku's increased caution and the growing distance between them, Yuma smirked mockingly.

"Why are you backing away?" he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Keeping distance only matters when both sides are evenly matched.

"Are you admitting that's not the case?"

With those words—

—Buzz!

The intricate patterns in Yuma's eyes spun rapidly.

At that instant—

Fugaku froze!

His mind went blank, his body locked in place.

What…?!

Before he could process what was happening, Yuma's figure blurred and reappeared right in front of him.

"See?" Yuma whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "I can easily reach your heart."

His hand pressed against Fugaku's chest.

Fugaku's expression twisted—from confusion to shock to outright horror.

Genjutsu?

When did he cast it?

His entire body was paralyzed. He couldn't move a muscle.

Was this… the Golden Binding Technique?!

Realizing that he had been caught in a genjutsu without even noticing, Fugaku felt a surge of fear.

"This… This is impossible!!" he shouted in disbelief. "We both have the Mangekyō Sharingan! How could you… How could you trap me so effortlessly?!"

Yuma remained unfazed.

"Not convinced?" he chuckled. "Then let's try again.

"I'll show you…

"The difference between our Sharingan is as vast as the gap between man and dog."

With a mere flicker of his eyes, Yuma released the Golden Binding Technique.

As soon as his body regained mobility, Fugaku stumbled backward, gasping for breath.

He instinctively widened the distance between them, his heart still hammering in his chest.

Phew… I was careless just now, he thought, trying to steady himself. But next, I'll show him the power of my pupil technique!

"Really?" Yuma smirked. "Then come at me.

"I'll show you… just how naive that thought is."

Fugaku gritted his teeth.

As an Uchiha…

How could he tolerate such provocation?

His Mangekyō Sharingan spun fiercely, a surge of immense pupil power flaring in his eyes.

—Drip.

A thin trail of blood trickled from his left eye, running down his cheek.

—Thud.

Suddenly, Fugaku collapsed to his knees.

His breath hitched.

A sense of deep dread settled in his chest.

Why…?

His voice trembled.

"Why… why…?!"

His eyes widened in pure disbelief.

"My pupil technique… Yaobikuni… allows me to see the future…

"So why… why do I only see failure?!"

Hearing his broken whisper, Yuma raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Your eye lets you see the future? What an impressive ability."

Fugaku's dazed gaze lifted.

In the dim moonlight, Yuma's crimson eyes glowed ominously, radiating an almost divine brilliance.

For the first time, Fugaku saw something in Yuma beyond strength.

Something terrifying.

His voice was hoarse.

"How…? How did you do it?"

Yuma tilted his head.

"Hmm? Lord Fugaku… What are you talking about?"

Fugaku clenched his fists.

"I can see the future.

"With that ability, it should be impossible for me to lose!"

A chuckle escaped Yuma's lips.

"Hahaha! So you think seeing the future makes you invincible?"

He took a step closer.

"Patriarch Fugaku, since you've entertained me so much, I'll make an exception.

"I'll tell you a little secret about my pupil technique."

He raised a hand and pointed at his own gleaming red eyes.

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Compared to your ability to foresee the future…

"My eyes have the power to decide it."

At that moment—

Fugaku's breath hitched.

His world shattered.