Naruto: The dungeon I developed went viral throughout the entire ninja world.

Chapter 37 The Root's Desperate Struggle, the Uchiha's Armed Resistance

Underground in Konoha.

Danzo Shimura had just received intelligence that Hiruzen Sarutobi was completely crippled, and his advisors were becoming disaffected.

The current situation in Konoha is a power vacuum, which is bad for the village, but for him personally, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Since Hiruzen, that good-for-nothing, couldn't protect Konoha, Danzo's importance became apparent. Only a strong person could keep things in order.

All we need to do is kill that damned shopkeeper, seize the artifact that can manipulate public opinion, control the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, and finally use Kotoamatsukami to control the Daimyo.

This combination of punches was absolutely perfect! In the end, Konoha still belonged to Danzo.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Danzo couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it, and then he formed a hand seal, which was also the activation incantation for the curse seal.

Each member of the root has the mark of the root of calamity on their tongue.

This is not only to prevent leaks, but also to send an absolute and irresistible command through the intricate network of chakra barriers beneath Konoha at critical moments.

Once activated, the self-awareness of all Root members will be temporarily erased, their sense of pain will be blocked, and they will be reduced to killing machines that only know how to carry out elimination orders.

"For Konoha."

Danzo silently recited the mantra in his mind, and the incantation seal was activated.

The chilling chakra spread instantly to every corner of Konoha through the underground pipes.

The night was deep.

The once peaceful streets of Konoha suddenly became agitated.

In the shadows, there were sewer openings on the roof, from which countless dark figures emerged.

They wore plain white masks without any patterns; they were the roots.

These people were originally lurking in various corners, and some even disguised themselves as ordinary villagers.

At that moment, they stopped what they were doing, with only one instruction in their minds.

Clear obstacles, control the objective, at all costs.

Hundreds of Root ninjas flocked to two places from all directions: the Hokage Building and the Illusionary Dojo.

The battle broke out suddenly, catching everyone off guard, with the explosions of the detonating tags coming one after another.

"Enemy attack! It's the Root unit!"

The patrol team issued an alarm.

The people at the root have gone mad; they don't defend themselves at all.

Faced with the ANBU's ninjutsu, they simply rammed into it with their bodies and then detonated the explosive tags on their bodies.

In front of the Hokage Building, Nara Shikaku directed the Jonin team to build a defensive line.

"Earth Release·Earth Style Wall!"

Several thick earthen walls rose up, but under the relentless impact from their roots, the earthen walls collapsed instantly.

"Damn it! These lunatics!"

Shikaku gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

In a normal ninja duel, he has a hundred ways to torment his opponent.

But when faced with these suicide bombers who use themselves as bombs, any tactic seems powerless.

The defensive line was being pushed back relentlessly, and blood stained the plaza in front of the Hokage Building.

On the other side, the situation in the commercial street where the Illusionary Dojo is located is even worse.

Kakashi Hatake stood guard at the street corner, the light of his Raikiri gleaming in the night.

But he couldn't kill them all; there were just too many enemies, and these people didn't care about living or dying.

One of them, whose root was pierced through the chest by the Lightning Blade, clung tightly to Kakashi's arm, trying to detonate the scroll behind him.

Kakashi kicked the corpse away and used the momentum to retreat.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

More than a dozen Root members simultaneously formed hand seals, and a massive fireball hurtled towards them, forcing even Kakashi to temporarily evade its attack.

"Is this Danzo's trump card...?"

Kakashi's Sharingan, hidden beneath his headband, spun rapidly, searching for a way to break the deadlock.

But he seemed to see no hope, as the number of people at the root was still increasing.

They stepped over the corpses of their companions, approaching the small shop step by step.

At the entrance of the Illusionary Dojo, Roy was sitting lazily in a rocking chair, slowly sipping a cup of hot tea.

He saw the streets ablaze in the distance, and heard shouts of battle and explosions.

His expression looked relaxed, even a little bored.

"Is this what they call the Dark Side of the Ninja World?"

Roy shook his head.

"He only knows how to use such low-level attrition tactics and has no strategic thinking whatsoever. How can he lead Konoha? What a load of crap. With Danzo's mindset, he can only reign supreme in the sewers."

He noticed a figure moving rapidly toward him, wearing the uniform of the Dark Guard and carrying a short sword, moving at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever he went, Root ninjas fell one after another, and Itachi Uchiha was on his way.

Roy smiled slightly.

"Has it finally arrived?"

He looked at the thirteen-year-old boy with no appreciation in his eyes, only a cold and calculating look as he examined whether a suitable weapon could be used to his advantage.

In the original world, this person was burdened with the crime of annihilating his clan, became a rogue ninja of Konoha, and lived like an ascetic.

The brain circuitry is even more unusual.

For the sake of so-called righteousness, one can kill the entire family.

But now.

"Although this weasel is not quite right in the head, if it weren't for its existence changing the course of the world, this guy would have truly become the genus exterminator."

Roy took a sip of tea and mentally labeled Itachi.

"But as a sword used to kill Danzo, it was indeed fast and ruthless enough."

"He's just a useful tool."

"If they don't obey, I can break them at any time; of course, I have that ability."

At the end of the street, the main force of the Roots finally broke through the defense line, and the Dark Guard suffered heavy casualties.

The Jonin team was divided and surrounded.

Danzo was carried out and appeared at the rear of the battlefield.

He sat in a specially made wheelchair, his eyes filled with fervor.

Once I cross this street and storm into that store, it will all be over.

"Rush!"

Danzo gave the order.

Hundreds of Root ninjas launched a final assault.

Just then, the ground suddenly began to shake.

A massive surge of chakra emanated from the other end of the street.

Red and white fan-shaped banners fluttered in the firelight, Uchiha.

Fugaku walked in front.

He wore crimson armor covered in sword marks, and behind him stood all the elite members of the Uchiha clan.

Hundreds of crimson Sharingan eyes lit up in the night, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.

Since the start of the live broadcast, the entire Uchiha clan has been on high alert.

Many of them are stubborn, but not stupid. Once the three generations fall, the power vacuum will inevitably attract the wrath of wild beasts.

Moreover, the mysterious shop owner had already delivered a note with only two words in it that evening:

"tonight."

Therefore, the moment the explosion rang out, the Uchiha's torrent had already broken its banks.

"That is..."

The Root ninja charging forward faltered.

Fugaku stopped and looked at Root, who was acting like a mad dog, and Danzo, who was being carried.

"Danzo!"

Fugaku roared.

"You're slandering the Uchiha clan, accusing them of plotting a rebellion?"

"You're accusing the Uchiha clan of colluding with foreign enemies?"

Fugaku drew the long sword from his waist and activated his Mangekyou Sharingan.

The bizarre pattern was spinning wildly.

Dark red chakra surged from his body, coursing through his bones and entwining his meridians.

A gigantic half-skeletal giant rose from the ground out of nowhere—Susanoo.

Although it is only in its initial form, it is an invincible war god in this kind of narrow street battle.

The skeletal giant raised its enormous hand and slammed it down on the charging Root army without a word.

The earth cracked open.

Dozens of Root ninjas didn't even have time to scream before they were smashed into a pulp.

Danzo looked at the Root army blocked by Susanoo, his single eye showing no fear, but rather a lot of crazy scheming.

"Fugaku...you're joining in the fun too? Perfect, let's take care of you all at once."

His left hand stroked his right arm, which was wrapped in bandages.

Sealed there are the dozen or so Sharingan eyes he stole from the Uchiha clan.

"Last time in the shop, I was careless and thought he was just an ordinary expert, so I didn't have time to use this power."

"That shopkeeper's gravity suppression is at most some kind of powerful barrier. As long as I don't step into that area, as long as I use Izanagi to rewrite the reality of death..."

"There are no invincible techniques in this world, only insufficient costs."

"Even if he is a god, I will use these Sharingan eyes covering my arms to pull him down from his pedestal! As long as I control the Nine-Tails, Konoha will still be mine!"

Meanwhile, Fugaku, protected by Susanoo, looked down at Danzo.

"I'll show you today!"

"How did the Uchiha clan arm themselves to protect Konoha?"

The blade points forward, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

"Uchiha, heed my command!"

"Kill them!"

"Leave no one alive!"

"roar!"

The Uchiha clan members behind him roared in fury.

After so many years of being suppressed, ostracized, and slandered.

Tonight, I can finally unleash my power; the light of my Fire Release technique illuminates half of Konoha.

Great Fireball, Phoenix Fire, Dragon Fire Technique.

Countless flames converged into a sea, engulfing the formation at the base.

A dark shadow flashed past on the flank of the battlefield.

Uchiha Itachi.

Instead of joining the main force's fire-style bombardment, he moved like a ghost, cutting into the back row of Root.

He held a dagger that was still dripping blood in his hand.

The blade sliced ​​through the throat of a Root ninja, splattering blood onto Itachi's face, but he didn't even blink.

His movements were devoid of any fancy moves; he was like a killing machine.

Fugaku and Itachi, father and son, one defending and the other attacking, moved through the enemy territory as if it were empty.

Itachi stared blankly and numbly at Danzo in the distance.

He knew very well that he was standing here today not for justice, nor for any family honor.

It was only because of the sudden change in the situation that the Third Hokage fell and Danzo went mad.

The plan to exterminate the entire clan is no longer feasible.

If he continues to side with the village's leadership, he will only face certain death.

In order for Sasuke to survive and protect himself in this chaotic world, he must make a choice.

Even if this choice means killing former colleagues and betraying the Will of Fire he once upheld.

Stop loss, that's his current logic.

On this bloody night, the thirteen-year-old boy completely buried his innocent self.