True Evil Ninja

The forces Yoru faced now were ten times stronger than those in the ANBU prison. 

Not only was Sarutobi Shinnosuke, an elite jōnin, leading them—every ANBU operative here was a cut above the ones before. 

This battle was nearly impossible to win. 

But Yoru charged forward without hesitation. 

If he retreated even a step, he wouldn't be Uchiha Yoru. 

His last clash with Shinnosuke had been a full-power exchange. Though Yoru's raw strength surpassed his, the Wind-Style blade in Shinnosuke's hands countered his Gian no Yaiba (False Dark Blade). 

Yoru's palms were numb, his hands crisscrossed with bloody cuts from the wind slashes. 

And that was on top of his already depleted chakra and countless wounds. 

Yet he still fought. 

Call him reckless. Call him suicidal. Call him a fool. 

He didn't care. 

All he wanted was justice. 

If the guilty wouldn't die— 

He would kill them himself. 

If he backed down now, his entire existence would be meaningless. 

If he faltered even once, his ideals of fairness and justice would be worthless. 

KILL. 

With a roar, Yoru's Sharingan blazed crimson, its tomoe spinning wildly as he dashed forward like lightning, leaving streaks of bloody light in his wake. 

His Gian no Yaiba, a blade of crackling silver thunder, deflected every attack with surgical precision—thanks to his Sharingan's godlike perception. 

Then, in an opening— 

THRUST! 

The blade pierced an ANBU's chest. 

BOOM! 

Electricity detonated, blowing a gaping hole through the operative's torso. 

Ding! 

[You have killed an ANBU operative, freeing him from his shadowed existence. Good deed: +80 Virtue Points!] 

"NAKERU!" 

Shinnosuke's voice shook with rage as he charged forward, leading the assault. 

"Fūton: Daitoppa!" (Wind Release: Great Breakthrough) 

"Katon: Karyūdan!" (Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet) 

"Combination Ninjutsu—" 

"Fūka Rendan!" (Wind-Fire Combo Strike) 

WHOOSH—BOOM! 

Fire fed wind. Wind fed fire. 

The combined jutsu twisted into a flaming tornado, a dragon of scorching fury roaring toward Yoru. 

Even Yoru's heart pounded. 

So this is the power of the Hokage's son… 

He didn't know how much talent Shinnosuke had inherited, but— 

Wind. Fire. And likely more. 

All merged seamlessly into his own unique style. 

Add his chakra-infused blade, mimicking Shimura Danzō's Fūton: Shinkū Yaiba (Wind Release: Vacuum Blade)— 

Sarutobi Shinnosuke was strong. 

No wonder he led the ANBU, acting as Hiruzen's right hand. 

But Yoru knew: 

The strongest jutsu is useless if it doesn't hit. 

His Sharingan's perception was unmatched in the ninja world. 

In a split second, he dodged the inferno. 

The Fūka Rendan obliterated the landscape behind him—rocks shattered, trees turned to ash, the very earth split apart. 

Yet Yoru never stopped moving. 

Because behind the flames, a storm of kunai and shuriken rained down. 

But against the Sharingan? 

Meaningless. 

His three tomoe spun wildly, his body weaving through the barrage like lightning, like wind— 

Untouchable. 

Then— 

SLASH! 

His blade cut through the chaos, aiming solely for Shinnosuke. 

No matter how fierce the attacks, Yoru's focus never wavered. 

This man would die. 

Shinnosuke met him head-on, their blades clashing again. 

"DIE!" 

Both roared as steel screeched, chakra exploded, and the ground cracked beneath them. 

This wasn't just a battle of strength or ninjutsu— 

It was reflexes, tactics, instinct, experience, and sheer will. 

Yoru's chakra was weakened by elemental disadvantage. 

But his raw power overwhelmed Shinnosuke. 

And his perception? 

Far beyond. 

In close combat, Yoru dominated. 

This was his fighting style. 

No matter the opponent's strengths— 

He'd drag them into his domain. 

And crush them. 

Now was no different. 

Shinnosuke struggled, his movements growing desperate. 

The Sharingan's foresight put him in deadly peril again and again. 

Only his battle instincts kept him alive. 

And with them locked in melee, the ANBU couldn't intervene—exactly as Yoru planned. 

"You damn bastard!" 

"I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do!" 

But the angrier Shinnosuke grew, the deeper he fell into Yoru's rhythm. 

Soon, the Gian no Yaiba had him completely suppressed. 

Then— 

CLANG! 

Yoru's sword knocked Shinnosuke's blade away, sending it spiraling into the air. 

"Shit—!" 

Too late. 

The lightning-charged blade descended— 

"NO—!" 

Shinnosuke's cry died in his throat. 

Because at that exact moment— 

Three forces arrived. 

From the Hokage's office: Sarutobi Hiruzen himself, racing forward in horror. 

From the Military Police: Uchiha Yashiro, finally catching up with Yakumi's squad. 

And— 

Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head, forced onto the scene by ANBU escorts to "prevent war." 

All three leaders shouted as one: 

"Yoru! STOP!" 

Yoru had known they were coming. 

Shinnosuke, though terrified, felt his father's chakra and relaxed— 

As long as I survive… There's still hope! 

Would this madman really kill me in front of the Hokage?! 

For one frozen moment, all eyes were on Yoru. 

On the lightning-wreathed blade poised to strike. 

In his heart, only one thought echoed: 

"Though ten thousand stand against me… I will not yield." 

Then— 

SLASH! 

The sword fell. 

THOOM! 

Electricity erupted, blowing a hole clean through Shinnosuke's chest. 

His eyes widened, still uncomprehending— 

Before his body collapsed, lifeless, onto the bloodied earth. 

Sarutobi Shinnosuke… 

Was dead. 

"NOOOOOO!!!" 

Hiruzen's anguished scream tore through the skies of Konoha.