Chapter:18

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Uchiha Hirito sneered, allowing the molten Rasenshuriken in his hand to dissipate. He looked at Uchiha Tomita with disdain.

"Lava Release? A trump card?" Hirito's voice dripped with sarcasm as he cast a withering gaze across the crowd. "That's just a little trick to keep things quiet."

The insult landed as intended, and the embarrassed Uchiha gathered around looked away in shame. Hirito's attitude was fierce, and his power now undeniable. Tomita felt a cold wave of unease. He could sense the control he held over the clan slipping as he watched Hirito's display.

"My true trump card, however," Hirito continued with a menacing glint in his eye, "is this."

The Mangekyō Sharingan awakened in Hirito's eyes, casting an ominous energy over the entire gathering. A potent, dark chakra radiated from him, mingling with a flood of chaotic, sinister emotions. Hirito's gaze burned with an intense hunger, making it clear to everyone that he now possessed a power that few could rival.

A shiver rippled through the crowd. They all knew of the Mangekyō Sharingan—a terrifying power of the Uchiha clan that granted incredible strength but came with a heavy toll. Those who wielded it often succumbed to its dark influence.

"Hahahaha, this power... the Mangekyō Sharingan! It's intoxicating!" Hirito's laughter echoed as he reveled in his newfound might. With the strength now coursing through him, he felt invincible. Even the memory of Tobirama Senju no longer haunted him; he felt he could face any foe, any threat, and emerge victorious.

Uchiha Tomita's face blanched as he took in the sight of Hirito's Mangekyō. His heart sank with a realization of the power Hirito now wielded. Those eyes, long revered and feared, had only belonged to the likes of Uchiha Madara in the clan's history. It was a power that could shatter mountains, split seas, and strike terror into even the strongest.

One of the elders, a veteran of countless battles, shouted out, unable to contain his excitement. "The Mangekyō Sharingan! It has returned!"

The Uchiha clan was swept into a frenzy. It was as though they could see the resurgence of Uchiha Madara's legacy, a time when the Uchiha name held absolute power over the land.

With the appearance of Hirito's Mangekyō Sharingan, all doubts about his fitness as clan head faded. Every Uchiha in the assembly now regarded him with awe. They saw in Hirito a future leader, a man capable of bringing the clan to new heights.

As the crowd erupted in cheers, Tomita felt a sinking sensation. His rule, his years of loyalty to the clan, now felt like dust scattered by the wind.

Hirito, standing on the stage, activated his Mangekyō power further. The shadow of Susanoo—his manifestation of chakra—loomed behind him, a towering figure that radiated an unyielding strength. "Uchiha Tomita," Hirito addressed the clan leader, a cruel satisfaction evident in his voice, "Do you understand the meaning of a true trump card now?"

Hirito's eyes gleamed with the hexagonal pattern unique to his Mangekyō Sharingan. Tomita stood there, stunned and filled with a tumultuous mix of envy and fear. His dream of obtaining the Mangekyō had eluded him for years, yet here Hirito was, wielding it effortlessly.

"Behold, Susanoo!" shouted one of the elders, trembling with emotion. "This is the power that only a true Uchiha can wield!"

The roar of the crowd grew louder as Hirito's Susanoo loomed over them, a colossal figure embodying raw power. Every Uchiha present felt the energy of their ancestors within Hirito's chakra. His small missteps from earlier in the meeting were already forgiven in their minds; they now saw him as the rightful future of their clan.

In the midst of the overwhelming support, Hirito raised a hand, instantly silencing the assembly. "Uchiha Tomita," he began in a cold, commanding voice. "I'm giving you a chance—a chance to challenge me. If you win, the clan leadership remains yours."

A hush fell over the crowd as Hirito continued, his voice like iron. "Do you want to fight for the title, or will you concede without a struggle?"

Tomita clenched his fists, his pride warring with his fear. He knew that Hirito had cornered him. If he surrendered now, he would forever be seen as a coward, unworthy of the clan's respect. His gaze met Hirito's, and the fire in his eyes reignited. "Then let's fight!" he spat, regaining a fragment of his dignity.

A glint of satisfaction crossed Hirito's face. This was the response he'd been waiting for. Tomita's challenge would serve as his ultimate statement of dominance.

(End of Chapter).

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