Naruto: Uchiha Destroys Konoha at the Start.

"Fugaku, you traitor!"

The words cut through the night like a kunai through bone.

Then—

"You coward!"

Another voice. Raw. Breaking. Filled with betrayal.

The Uchiha clan erupted.

Shouts crashed into each other. Accusations flew. Some men trembled with rage, fingernails digging into their palms until blood dripped. Others pointed at Fugaku with shaking hands, eyes wide with disbelief and heartbreak.

Mothers clutched their children. Veterans cursed under their breath. No one moved.

Fugaku lowered his head.

He didn't speak.

He couldn't.

Because what was left to say?

This was his clan—his family—and now, they stared at him as if he were a stranger.

"You led us!" someone shouted."And now you hand us over?!"

Nearby, his former allies—the ones still loyal to Konoha—turned their backs on Kaito's faction.

"You're the traitors!" one yelled. "You'd drag us into civil war just to feel powerful!"

Kaito's side snapped back immediately.

"What future do we even have?" a man growled, his Sharingan spinning. "A slow death while the village crushes us, one by one?!"

From the shadows, Obito watched.

His expression was unreadable.

"Pathetic."

This collapse—this implosion from within—was the final humiliation of the Uchiha.

Some begged for peace. Others begged for war.

Obito's voice was low, bitter."Some would surrender everything for comfort. Others sell their honour for power. They all deserve what's coming."

He closed his eyes.

"Only the Infinite Tsukuyomi will end this nightmare."

The Wrath of Kaito

BOOM.

The battlefield stopped.

Kaito's golden Susanoo brought its blade down, splitting the ground. Dust and debris erupted. Screams echoed through the courtyard.

Everyone turned toward him.

Kaito ignored them.

His gaze locked on Fugaku.

Cold. Final.

"Let them believe,e Danzo," Kaito said. His voice barely carried, but it didn't have to."They've already made their choice."

His eyes narrowed.

"Now they live with it."

Danzo stepped forward, seizing the moment.

"Kaito!" he called. "You think you can strike at Konoha and survive?"

Hiruzen joined him. No longer passive. No longer uncertain. With Danzo beside him and the elite at his back, he stood tall again.

Danzo smirked.

"Let him wear himself out. Once he's exposed—"

Then he felt it.

A spark in his eye.

Then—

Pain.

Blinding, immediate, consuming.

Kaito was already there.

The sword punched through Danzo's chest.

Blood hit the ground.

Danzo gasped, but no sound came.

Then—rip.

Kaito's hand tore the bandages from Danzo's face.

Shisui's eye gleamed in the firelight, slick with stolen chakra.

"Time-space jutsu?!" Hiruzen shouted, reacting too late.

Shuriken flew. Kaito deflected them without looking. He didn't care. He had what he wanted.

Danzo's mind jolted.

Izanagi.

The world folded.

Darkness.

Then light.

He reappeared—gasping, alive again.

But—

Kaito was still there.

Another strike. Another death.

Again.

And again.

Each time, Danzo came back.

Each time, Kaito was waiting.

He wasn't fighting.

He was counting.

"Six Sharingan in your arm," Kaito said quietly."Six Izanagi.""Six minutes of lies."

Slash.Reform.Slash.

Danzo stumbled. Panic gnawed at the edge of his control.

He looked into Kaito's eyes—

And saw no anger.

Only certainty.

This wasn't a battle. This was a sentence.

The Confrontation with Hiruzen

Hiruzen stepped forward.

Enough was enough.

"Kaito!" he shouted. "This isn't the way. We can still fix this!"

Kaito chuckled.

At first, it was soft. Then it grew.

"Fix this?"

He looked at the Hokage like he was something beneath notice.

"You think this is a misunderstanding?"

Hiruzen tried again. "You're still part of this village. I don't want more lives lost—"

Kaito's voice dropped to a whisper.

"Family?"

The word rang louder than any yell.

His eyes flicked with grief, then fury.

"You want to talk about family?"

Hiruzen said nothing.

Kaito's voice was steady now. Measured. Deadly.

"Let's talk about Tobirama."

Hiruzen flinched.

"He was my teacher," he said slowly. "I remember him well."

Kaito smiled. There was no warmth in it.

"Then let me ask you something."

He stepped closer.

"When you die—and you see him again—will you be able to look him in the eye?"

The air grew cold.

Anbu glanced at each other. Something had shifted.

"What are you implying?" Hiruzen asked, though his voice had lost its edge.

"I'm reminding you," Kaito said."Of what you erased."

He told them.

He told them of Tobirama's plan. Of how the Senju were scattered. How the last of them were thrown on suicide missions under Hiruzen's watch.

How Tsunade ran because there was nothing left to protect.

How the Uchiha were next.

The courtyard was silent.

Anbu didn't speak—but their hands stopped moving.

Hiruzen's mouth opened—but no words came.

Kaito turned to them all.

"You followed him," he said."And he followed Danzo."

His voice was quiet. Calm.

Deadly.

"And now, all of you… will follow them into the grave."