Throne Of The Uchiha

Fierce Fighting on the Long Street

"There's an assassin! Protect the high-value targets!"

"Fire a signal flare—call for reinforcements!"

The calm of the capital city in the Land of Earth was shattered by a sudden assassination attempt. Chaos erupted across the long stone street. Iwagakure-nin on patrol, though trained for war, were caught off guard by the boldness of the assault.

No one expected a direct attack within the heavily guarded capital itself. In the minds of most Iwa shinobi, attempting to assassinate a key political figure here was tantamount to suicide.

But such thinking—judging others by one's own limits—was a fatal mistake. True assassins, especially from Konoha's elite clans, had long cast aside the fear of death.

A chain of explosive tags erupted near the logistics building, the shockwave pulverizing stone walls and flinging debris in all directions. Dust clouded the air; rooftops cracked and splintered. Civilians screamed and fled, bloodied by falling rock fragments. The very stone structures meant to protect now became lethal hazards.

The explosions summoned every Iwa shinobi in the vicinity. Dozens poured into the area, but their formation was poor—thrown into disarray by the sudden attack.

In the swirling smoke, Uchiha Fugaku's Sharingan spun.

A kunai laced with chakra—its black gleam amplified by his dojutsu—pierced the throat of the nearest Iwa Chūnin. Before the body hit the ground, Fugaku had already struck two more, fluidly weaving between shadows and slicing with surgical precision.

His Sharingan tracked every twitch of muscle, every movement through the smoke. To him, the chaos was a slow-motion ballet of death.

> [Prompt: "Killed a Chūnin – minor increase in ocular power."]

[Prompt: "Killed a Genin – negligible increase in ocular power."]

As Fugaku's eyes absorbed chakra and combat stimuli, they pulsed—moist, cool, evolving. His three-tomoe Sharingan sharpened. He could feel his perception deepening. But his mind remained cold and precise. He knew when to kill—and when to hold back.

Screams echoed through the capital. For the first time, the war that had ravaged borderlands and minor nations now touched the heart of the Land of Earth itself. And the civilians realized: no place was truly safe.

Within minutes, dozens of logistics staff and shinobi lay dead—cut down with ruthless efficiency. To Fugaku, they were obstacles, not people.

Meanwhile, Hyūga Ning, spinning in place, unleashed a relentless Kaiten (Rotation). The technique flung dust, debris, and attackers outward in a spiraling shockwave. Ordinary Iwa shinobi hit by it were maimed—or worse.

> "Wind Style: Gale Palm!"

A focused gust swept the battlefield clear, revealing the five Konoha assassins. A flare rocketed skyward from the central district. Fugaku's gaze found the charred corpse of Nagai Shirō, the key liaison officer for Iwa's logistics—mission accomplished.

Now came the hard part: escape.

> "We've neutralized the target," Fugaku said flatly. "Time to extract."

But Iwa wouldn't let them flee so easily.

> "They killed Nagai Shirō!"

"Stay sharp—Uchiha illusions can trap you before you blink!"

"Delay them! Reinforcements are coming!"

A veteran Iwa jōnin—the unit's commander—gritted his teeth.

> "Even if the mission failed, if we capture Konoha's next generation here, Tsuchikage-sama will reward us handsomely!"

Fugaku regrouped with his team—Hyūga Ning, Yamashiro Kiyokawa, and two others. Overhead, crows circled, tracking escape routes. Kiyokawa muttered, "Fugaku, they're closing in from every street. We're surrounded—hundreds of them."

> "Use hidden weapons. Take down their summons—those crows!" one Iwa ninja barked.

Fugaku cancelled the crows' summoning. "Switch recon to Hinata Ning. Let's conserve chakra."

Facing the Iwa commander, Fugaku judged him. The man radiated strength—battle-tested and dangerous—but no elite jōnin. Fugaku's Sharingan measured his threat level precisely.

The Iwa jōnin lunged. His chakra-forged tantō gleamed white in the smoke. It thrust forward with speed and misdirection, aiming straight for Fugaku's heart.

But Fugaku's Sharingan tracked it all. He shifted his body a fraction sideways, the blade grazing his flak vest. His own kunai flashed upward and sank into the Iwa ninja's shoulder. A deadlock.

The two clashed repeatedly—blades ringing, movements blurred—neither gaining ground. Fugaku frowned. A prolonged battle would doom the whole team.

The three-tomoe Sharingan spun faster, releasing a carefully prepared Genjutsu.

A flash. In the enemy jōnin's vision, the world warped. Towering tomoe stared down from the heavens. He froze. His mind screamed—but his body disobeyed.

To the outside world, it was just a blink.

A kunai plunged into his throat. The jōnin dropped soundlessly.

> [Prompt: "Killed a Jōnin – moderate increase in ocular power."]

> "Move!"

Five Konoha shinobi darted forward, Genin and Chūnin barely slowing them. Screams and jutsu erupted behind them.

> "Earth Style: Quicksand Swamp!"

"Earth Style: Earth Dragon Bullet!"

The street trembled. The stone cracked beneath their feet. A massive mud pit opened, and an earthen dragon erupted, spitting boulders.

Fugaku clicked his tongue. Using high-level Earth Release jutsu in the capital was reckless. Civilian buildings crumbled. Innocents screamed.

> "They're endangering their own people," he muttered. "Tsuchikage won't be pleased."

They leapt to the rooftops, dashing through preset escape routes. Fugaku's Sharingan swept left and right—constant vigilance.

Hidden weapons arced toward their backs—Kunai, shuriken, senbon.

> "Ning!"

"Kaiten!"

The Hyūga rotated instantly. A hemisphere of chakra blasted outward, deflecting every projectile—and taking a chunk of rooftop with it.

The Iwa shinobi hesitated. Their ninjutsu was hurting civilians and damaging critical infrastructure. Already, Fugaku could see evacuation patrols trying to move civilians ahead of them.

A poor response time. Not a shinobi village—no drills, no defensive readiness.

Fugaku assessed and called out, "We need to clear the city before they funnel civilians in front of us to slow us down."

Their pace quickened. Fugaku's hands blurred—kunai and shuriken spinning behind them to stall pursuers.

They moved like ghosts through stone and shadow, vanishing into the chaos.

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Key Manga-Accurate Corrections:

Sharingan mechanics: Realistic upgrades, not game-like prompts. But if kept, they're stylized inner monologue.

Hyūga techniques: Hyūga Ning uses canonical Kaiten, not a vague spin.

Genjutsu: Fugaku can trap a non-elite Jōnin for a moment—feasible.

Political impact: Civilian casualties cause friction between ninja leadership and local populations, which is consistent with how shinobi wars strain nations (seen in Pein's assault on Konoha, and in other political arcs).

Jutsu use in capitals: Reckless jutsu use in populated centers is criticized (like during Obito's attack or Pain's invasion).