I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Of course, not everyone who came to the memorial service was able to go up; most people stood on the street outside the Hokage Building, silently praying and bidding farewell.

"Ha, the Uchiha clan has the nerve to show their faces here."

As the crowd grew larger, some voices began to surface and became increasingly unrestrained.

"Not coming? Ha, how could I not come? How dare I not come!"

“Those are hundreds of dead souls, hundreds of Konoha elites.”

"How can I have peace of mind if I don't come?"

"That evil race!"

Accusations and accusations began to accumulate and became increasingly offensive.

No one spoke up to stop them, no one shouted at them, and even the Konoha ninjas responsible for maintaining order looked at the group of young faces in their field of vision with complicated and even hostile gazes.

It was as if the 'nine-tailed fox' was placed in front of him.

Although Huang remained expressionless, his black pupils trembled slightly, and his outstretched fingers struggled to keep from clenching.

Insulting him is acceptable.

But to insult the Uchiha clan and his people is going too far!

But today,

Just here,

He had no reason to vent his anger.

Because it is a memorial service for the dead.

However, a series of frantic calls also roared in his heart at this moment:

【leave.】

【leave!】

Get out of here!!

As this obsessive fervor reached its peak amidst the surrounding insults, and as a hint of crimson appeared in his vision, a cool hand gently grasped his trembling fingers.

The sudden change in temperature and the interplay of delicate and rough textures calmed Huang's mind somewhat.

He knew it was a spring.

That roughness was a mark left by the girl's training with ninja tools.

And the negative emotions such as anger and irritability in his heart were suppressed at this moment because of this 'temperature'.

"I'm all right."

Huang said softly.

"Ah."

Quan nodded slightly and released her hand, but the heartache in her eyes remained unchanged.

Meanwhile, Huang Huizhuan's gaze also fell on his fellow tribesmen.

Their faces were etched with clear anger, yet they were all trying their best to restrain themselves.

Since the Sarutobi clan incident, they have grown up a lot. They will not pay attention to provocations from their peers and are trying their best not to cause trouble for their clan leader.

They matured earlier than any of their peers, and their remaining naivety was gradually replaced by resilience.

but,

Is this the humiliation that Brother Minghuo once suffered?

Arakawa took a deep breath and started walking towards the interior of the Hokage Building again.

After all, as members of the Uchiha clan, they were entitled to ascend the platform where the ceremony was held.

........

"Feel sorry."

"My personal will is too shallow, but I believe that the day of mutual understanding will eventually come."

Sarutobi Asuma's face showed clear apology, and his words were heavy.

In the past few days, he had said to his father and his clan that the ultimate fate of a ninja is to die on the battlefield to protect their homeland and their comrades.

However, the former was busy with the memorial service and coordinating with Kirigakure, and seemed to have no regard for his own voice at all.

Those clansmen were completely consumed by anger, after all, only one in ten of the Sarutobi clansmen who went to their aid survived, while the entire Uchiha clan returned.

How can they possibly let go of such a sense of loss?

what?

You said that at the most critical moment, it was Ara who single-handedly stopped the assassins from Kirigakure and the ruthless Kaguya clan?

Ah,

This was the trouble he caused; it was something he should have done!

Even death cannot erase his crimes!

Coupled with the previous conflict between the two clans, the hatred of the Uchiha within the Sarutobi clan had reached its peak.

"Ah."

Ara responded to Sarutobi Asuma's words with a soft hum.

If they could truly understand each other, the Uchiha clan wouldn't be in their current predicament.

It could even be said that the most crucial point that led to all of this was neither Shimura Danzo nor Uchiha Itachi, but Asuma's father, the strongest member of the Sarutobi clan, the Third Hokage of Konoha, Sarutobi Hiruzen!

He truly doesn't deserve to be Hokage.

At least for the Uchiha clan!

After accepting the white chrysanthemum handed to him, Ara walked past them and led his clansmen to the very edge of the sacrificial formation, away from all the Konoha clans and other ninjas.

After a short while, when the number of people on the platform stopped increasing, the Third Hokage, also dressed in black, slowly spoke: "To mourn all the comrades who sacrificed their lives in this battle, a memorial service is now to be held..."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's voice was heavy and sorrowful, without the slightest affectation. Coupled with his gray hair, it inexplicably evoked a heart-wrenching and oppressive feeling.

Behind him, several scrolls and black-and-white photographs were laid out on the table. The scrolls were covered with densely written names, and the photographs were of Jonin who died in this battle.

"Ketsuno Hōki, Sarutobi Seigan, Sarutobi Kōsuke..."

Amidst the Third Generation's sorrowful voice, one by one, vivid yet cold names were read aloud.

'Pat-pat, pat.'

Raindrops began to fall from the gloomy sky, and the atmosphere became increasingly heavy and sorrowful.

Faintly, there could be faint sobs.

This situation reminded Huang Tuwu of eight years ago, of the time when he had just been born into this world.

And so it was, the surroundings were filled with sorrow, with nothing but pure black attire and white chrysanthemums in mourning.

This time, however, no one from his tribe stood in front of him.

"Now let's lay flowers for the deceased and send off the heroes of Konoha on their final journey."

A weathered voice rang out from below the stage; it was Mitokado Homura.

Meanwhile, Hiruzen Sarutobi on the stage placed the white chrysanthemum in his hand on the memorial table, bowing slightly to the photo and name of the deceased.

The crowd began to move, and the Konoha ninjas who came to mourn stepped onto the platform one by one and put down the white chrysanthemums in their hands.

During this time, the grief-stricken weeping and the uncontrollable outpouring of emotions began to surge forth, and the surrounding rain gradually intensified and poured down.

But just then, on the wide road in Konoha, a group of burly outsiders carrying standard samurai swords suddenly appeared.

Just one glance from afar was enough to tell that he was no good person.

"Someone is coming."

The ninja standing on the city wall immediately raised his voice to warn them.

"He's not an ordinary person!"

"Stay on high alert."

As the group of strangers approached, the guards watching from the distance urgently added another message.

Because ordinary merchant groups and ordinary warriors develop such physique and imposing presence through rigorous training.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

What are you doing in Konoha?!

Gangzitetsu stood alone in the center of Konoha's gate, directly blocking the dozens of strangers who had suddenly arrived.

The rain was drizzling, but the intensity was increasing.

However, even this dense cacophony could not mask the visitor's mocking response:

"Oh, we've finally arrived in Konoha."

The leader slowly raised his hand and lifted his brown raincoat.

‘Crack! ’

An impatient lightning bolt flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire world with its ferocious light.

With the help of the blinding sunlight, Gangzi Tie could see clearly what the other person was wearing on their forehead, and his expression changed repeatedly.

"Kumakuna ninja Atsui, on the orders of the Raikage, has led the Kumogakure delegation to pay a visit to the Third Hokage."

The blond man, who had just pulled back his rain hat, spoke with a ferocious and menacing expression.

Yu's companions behind him also lifted their rain hats, revealing their brightly shining cloud-covered headbands.

'It finally came.'

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Gangzi Tie's mood was very stiff, and he had no words to say.

"I apologize, we were not informed that you would be arriving today. We apologize for not being able to welcome you properly."

"Please follow me to the reception room to rest for a while. The Hokage is holding a memorial service and will meet with you all later."