Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Fire Country Bridge.

The afternoon sun scorched the wide bridge surface, and the river breeze, carrying moisture, blew by, but could not dispel the heavy atmosphere in the air.

At the other end of the bridge, a line of black figures slowly appeared.

Danzo Shimura walked at the head of the group, wearing a black trench coat and leaning on a cane wrapped in bandages in his right hand, his steps steady and composed.

His face was still wrapped in the signature bandage, revealing only one sharp eye with a condescending arrogance in its gaze. Behind him followed eight elite members of the Root organization, each with a cold expression and synchronized steps, like emotionless machines. On either side were his two top-tier bodyguards—Aburame Torune and Yamanaka Fu—one on the left and one on the right, protecting Danzo in the middle, a setup comparable to a Kage-level guard.

Danzo gazed at the familiar silhouette of Konoha in the distance, a cold smile playing on his lips. He was confident in his position in Konoha for many years, his control of Root for decades, and his intimate knowledge of the village's situation. In his view, although Tsunade was causing a ruckus, she ultimately wouldn't dare touch him—the old guard was still there, the advisors were still there, and the intricate network of vested interests remained. No matter how powerful Tsunade was, she would have to consider the consequences.

He believed that this return to the village was merely another game of strategy and compromise with Tsunade. He believed that he still held the upper hand.

He was completely unaware that a hidden killing intent was already surging towards him like a tidal wave.

As he reached the middle of the bridge, Aburame Torune suddenly stopped. Countless tiny, venomous nano-insects on his body surface seemed to sense something and began to stir restlessly. His pupils contracted slightly, and he whispered, "Lord Danzo... there's an ambush."

Danzo's expression changed instantly.

But it was all too late.

boom--!!!

The surrounding barrier instantly dissipated, and figures appeared simultaneously from both sides of the bridgehead, under the bridge piers, and from the dense forest along the riverbank, like ghosts! The black combat suits reflected a cold light in the sunlight, and more than thirty elite Konoha ninjas, in a semi-circular formation, completely surrounded Danzo and his group!

Jiraiya stood on the left side of the bridge, arms crossed, his long white hair fluttering in the river breeze, his gaze cold and stern. Kakashi stood on the right side of the bridge, toying with a kunai in his hand, his mask covering half his face, but his exposed eyes held the composure of a hunter locking onto his prey.

"Shimura Danzo." Kakashi spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying across the entire bridge, "Root has been officially disbanded and all members have been expelled. Your crimes are irrefutable, and with the signature of the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, you are officially listed as an S-rank top-tier rogue ninja."

He paused, looked directly at Danzo, and said, word by word, "The charges are as follows: harming fellow villagers, human experimentation, abuse of power, and wreaking havoc in Konoha."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the faces of the eight elite Root members turned deathly pale. From childhood, they had been brainwashed and instilled with the belief that "loyalty to Danzo is loyalty to Konoha." But now, with Konoha officially declaring Danzo a rogue ninja—their conviction shattered completely. They exchanged bewildered glances, their hands gripping their kunai trembling slightly. They didn't know whether to continue following Danzo or lay down their weapons and surrender. The feeling of having their childhood beliefs utterly shattered plunged them into an unprecedented dilemma.

Danzo's face turned extremely ugly in that instant. His hand, which was leaning on his cane, trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with suppressed horror and rage: "You... how dare you?! I have dedicated my life to Konoha! I have carried all the darkness of Konoha! What right does that blonde-haired girl Tsunade have to judge me?! This is insubordination!"

No one answered him.

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the crowd.

Uchiha Sasuke.

He wore a black Jonin uniform, with a Konoha Jonin headband on his left arm. His steps were steady and composed, his gaze calm as still water, as if the old man at the end of his road was nothing more than a stone blocking his path.

He walked up to Danzo, stopped, and met Danzo's eyes, which were filled with shock and rage. Then he spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sharpness and clarity like an icy blade: "Shimura Danzo. I will accuse you of your crimes one by one."

"You coerced Itachi Uchiha into committing the massacre of the Uchiha clan. You plundered all the Sharingan of my clan members and transplanted them into your own arm. You stole the Senju cells of the First Hokage and secretly conducted forbidden human experiments. You colluded with Orochimaru, using village ninjas as experimental subjects to research forbidden techniques and bloodline limits. You manipulated the Fourth Mizukage, creating the Blood Mist Incident in Kirigakure, wreaking havoc on neighboring countries, and framing Konoha."

"Every single case is irrefutable evidence."

His voice, like a cold judgment, exposed the darkness that had been concealed by the higher-ups for many years to the light of day.

The representative of the Hyuga clan stepped forward, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage: "Danzo! Why is the Byakugan of a fallen Hyuga clan ninja on your experimental table?!"

A representative of the Aburame clan stepped forward, her voice icy: "How did our clan's secret method of cultivating poisonous insects infiltrate the Root Clan?!"

One by one, the families who had been oppressed and violated came forward. Their accusations surged towards Danzo like a tidal wave, overwhelming him.

Upon hearing these accusations, the eight elite members of the Root Clan completely shattered their resolve. The kunai in their hands clattered to the ground. They lowered their heads and gave up resistance.

Danzo watched this scene unfold before him, seeing those he had once regarded as pawns and tools now standing up to accuse him. His mindset began to twist.

"Hahahaha—!" He suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, a laugh filled with an almost insane despair and resentment. "What do you know?! What do you know! I've spent my whole life carrying the darkness for Konoha! Those dirty deeds had to be done by someone! My merits outweigh my demerits! I shouldn't end up like this!"

He ripped off his trench coat with his right hand, revealing a repulsive arm—his entire arm was covered with countless Sharingan eyes! Those scarlet eyeballs slowly rotated on his arm, emitting an eerie light.

All the ninjas present gasped the moment they saw the arm. They had finally witnessed Danzo's sordid and forbidden experiments. At that moment, there was no possibility of clearing Danzo's name as a traitor.

Danzo's gaze was fixed intently on Sasuke. His left hand stealthily reached for the eye beneath the bandages on his face—Shisui's Kotoamatsukami Mangekyou Sharingan. If he could activate the power of that eye, he could manipulate Tsunade, seize power, and reclaim the Hokage position! At the same time, he was certain that Homura Mitokado, Koharu Utatane, and the Sarutobi clan would retaliate for him, overthrowing Tsunade's regime!

He still has a chance!

However, Sasuke did not give him that chance.

boom--!!!

Sasuke appeared before Danzo as if by teleportation! Lightning Release chakra coiled around him, forming a dazzling lightning armor that emitted a piercing hissing sound. He unleashed a punch with immense force, aimed directly at Danzo's face!

Danzo's pupils contracted sharply. He hastily dodged to the side, but the force of the punch still grazed his cheek, tearing the bandage and revealing the scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan beneath.

The battle erupted in an instant.

Sasuke's speed was off the charts. Powered by his Lightning Release armor, he moved across the bridge like a blue lightning bolt, each appearance accompanied by a fierce attack. Danzo's Wind Release ninjutsu, though exquisite, was utterly ineffective against Sasuke's overwhelming speed.

"Wind Release: Vacuum Ball!" Danzo opened his mouth and spat out several high-pressure wind balls, which whistled and shot towards Sasuke.

Sasuke didn't even dodge. He raised his hand, and his Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotated—"Hungry Ghost Path: Sealing Technique Absorption Seal!" The wind balls vanished without a trace the moment they touched his palm, like mud sinking into the sea.

Danzo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Then, Sasuke's counterattack arrived.

"Amaterasu."

Black flames appeared out of thin air on Danzo's body. The flames were silent, yet carried a terrifying heat capable of burning everything, instantly igniting the hem of Danzo's clothes. Danzo let out a scream, hurriedly cutting off the burning part of his clothing, and at the same time activating Izanagi—his body twisted like a phantom before returning to normal, but the Sharingan on his arm also closed.

"Kagutsuchi".

Sasuke formed hand seals, and the scattered black flames, under his control, seemed to come alive, transforming into a black spear that pierced towards Danzo's heart!

Danzo tumbled and dodged awkwardly, the black flame spear grazing his ribs and leaving a scorched mark on the bridge. He gasped for breath, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.

The boy before him was no longer the avenger he had manipulated four years ago. He had become too strong. So strong that he felt despair.

"The great fire is extinguished!"

Sasuke took a deep breath and then exhaled—a raging inferno, like a tsunami, erupted from his mouth and instantly engulfed the entire bridge! The heat of the flames was so intense that the stone slabs of the bridge began to glow red and melt. Danzo was forced to retreat repeatedly by the flames, looking utterly disheveled, and could only rely on Izanagi to sustain his life, resetting his physical condition time and time again.

But each time the screen resets, one of the Sharingan eyes on his arm closes. And he only has ten Sharingan eyes on his arm in total.

After ten attempts, he had no way out.

At the edge of the battlefield, all the Konoha Jonin and the Twelve Konoha Youths were dumbfounded. They watched Sasuke's overwhelming combat power, watched him skillfully control Amaterasu and Kagutsuchi, watched him unleash the massive Great Fire Annihilation Technique, and only one thought remained in their minds—Sasuke had been completely transformed.

His strength had surpassed that of an ordinary Jonin, approaching the level of the Legendary Sannin. Moreover, everyone could see that he was still holding back. He hadn't used his full strength yet.

Kakashi stood in the tree, watching Sasuke's agile figure, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. He had once been Sasuke's teacher, and he had once believed he could protect this student. But now, Sasuke had grown to a height that Kakashi could only look up to.

Jiraiya looked at Sasuke, stroked his chin, and thought to himself: What exactly did this kid go through in the parallel world? How did he change so much?

The elders of the Ino-Shika-Cho clans were also shocked. They finally understood why Tsunade was so determined to bring Sasuke back and why she wanted to rebuild Konoha's order—because Sasuke was the sharpest blade in her hand.

On the battlefield, Danzo was at his wit's end.

Only one Sharingan remained open on his arm. His body was weakened from repeatedly using Izanagi; Wood Release cells were running rampant within him, and white branches sprouted from beneath his skin, making him look like a monster. He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with madness and resentment.

"No...it's impossible...how could I die here...I haven't even become Hokage yet...I..."

Sasuke walked up to him, his gaze icy. He raised his hand, and the Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotated, a powerful aura surging into Danzo's mind—High-level Genjutsu activated.

Danzo's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes becoming vacant, as if he were lost in an endless dream. Sasuke reached out, inserted two fingers into Danzo's eye socket, and gently pried it out—Shisui's Mangekyou Sharingan was completely removed.

Danzo let out a piercing scream, clutching his eyes and staggering backward. His last reliance had been taken away.

"No...no...! I'll kill you! I'll take you down with me!"

Danzo went completely mad. With his last ounce of strength, he formed hand seals and detonated the Inner Four Symbols Seal within his body! Black patterns began to spread from him, attempting to devour everything around them!

However, Sasuke's figure instantly transformed into a wisp of white smoke—a shadow clone.

The real Sasuke stood several meters away, silently watching Danzo's body twist, swell, and explode in the black light. The black sealing light devoured Danzo's own body, turning him into nothingness.

Then, all fell silent.

Sasuke walked to the spot where Danzo had disappeared, bent down, and picked up the Konoha headband that had fallen to the ground. The headband was covered in dust and blood. He glanced at it, then drew his Kusanagi sword and used the tip to carve a deep scratch on the headband.

That's the mark of a rogue ninja.

He casually tossed the headband on the ground and turned to leave.

Danzo Shimura, a man of power and intrigue, spent half his life in darkness, ultimately ending up disgraced and his body never recovered.

The Konoha members began cleaning up the battlefield, sealing away any remaining traces of the Impure Earth, and confiscating the supplies left behind by Root. The eight Root elites who had given up resistance were temporarily detained by Kakashi's orders, pending further investigation.

Jiraiya stood at the bridgehead, gazing at the surging river, and remained silent for a long time. Then, he let out a long sigh: "It's over."

Kakashi walked to his side and said softly, "Yes. It's over."

After everyone left, two figures slowly emerged from the shadows below the bridge.

Kisame Hoshigaki, carrying his greatsword Samehada, grinned as he looked at the ravaged battlefield on the bridge. "Tsk tsk tsk... Sasuke, that kid, he's really something. Itachi-san, your brother was even more ruthless than you were back then."

Itachi Uchiha stood beside him, draped in a black Akatsuki robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his straw hat. He didn't speak, but simply stared at the scratched headband on the bridge, at the remaining traces of black flame, and at the lingering chakra fluctuations in the air.

A hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

Sasuke has grown. He's become stronger, more composed, and more rational. He's broken free from the shackles of fate, escaped the quagmire of hatred, and found his own path. He no longer needs me to scheme for him or secretly protect him.

Itachi was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice low and calm: "Kisame, you should go back now."

Kisame was slightly taken aback: "Itachi-san?"

"I have some things to take care of." Itachi turned around, his gaze fixed on the distant outline of Konoha. "Some things should be settled."

Kisame watched Itachi's retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, then grinned: "Understood. I'll take my leave then. Take care, Mr. Itachi."

His figure turned into a puddle of water and disappeared on the bridge.

Itachi stood alone at the bridgehead, gazing at the familiar village in the distance. Then, he began to walk towards Konoha.

Meanwhile, within Konoha Village, undercurrents were surging.

Deep within the Sarutobi clan's territory, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu received news of Danzo's demise. Their faces turned deathly pale in that instant. They knew that all was lost. Danzo was dead; next, they would be next.

But they were not willing to give up.

They were unwilling to lose everything. They had craved power for decades and had long regarded it as their entire life. They could not accept the fall from grace and could not imagine life without their privileges.

"A coup." Mitokado Homura gritted his teeth, squeezing out the two words, "We'll do it tonight. Surround the Hokage Building, enthrone Jiraiya as the Sixth Hokage, and exile Tsunade. Then—secretly contact the Akatsuki organization and wipe them out completely."

Koharu's hands trembled, but she nodded nonetheless. She knew this was her only chance of survival.

Unbeknownst to them, all their plots had already been intercepted by the secret service and reported to Tsunade.

Inside the Hokage's office.

Tsunade sat behind her desk, with evidence of Danzo's crimes and irrefutable proof of the three clans' conspiracy to stage a coup laid out before her. Her gaze slowly swept over the files, her face calm and expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Inside the office, the heads of various prestigious clans and representatives of the Jonin were all present. They had all reviewed the files, and their expressions varied. Some were angry, some were shocked, and some remained silent.

Jiraiya stood in the crowd, his face ashen. He had been the one chosen by the three clans as the "proposal to be enthroned," but he was completely unaware of this. Now, he had been innocently caught in the crossfire, becoming a pawn in this coup plot. He was furious—he had always thought that those old men, though power-hungry, at least considered the bigger picture. But now it seemed they would do anything to maintain their power.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a low but firm voice, "Tsunade. I'll support you. These people can't be allowed to live any longer."

These words caused an uproar. Those who were still observing and hesitating made up their minds after hearing Jiraiya's statement. Hyuga Hiashi stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "The Hyuga clan will fully support the Hokage in suppressing the rebellion." Nara Shikaku sighed and stepped forward as well, "The Ino-Shika-Cho clans will obey the Hokage's orders." Following closely behind, the Inuzuka, Aburame, and other clans also expressed their support.

Tsunade slowly stood up. Her gaze swept across the entire room, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness: "Pass down the order—all personnel prepare for battle tonight. Launch a surprise attack in the dead of night, taking advantage of the fact that the three clans' high-ranking officials are still plotting and completely unprepared, to quell the rebellion in one fell swoop."

"Tonight, we will completely eradicate the corrupt old forces that have plagued Konoha for a century."

Night fell over Konoha.

The entire city was placed on high alert. Medical teams were fully staffed, elite ANBU forces were deployed at key locations, and the ninja units of all major clans had assembled. A tense, oppressive atmosphere hung in the air, as if a storm was brewing.

In the shadows of the Sarutobi clan's territory, two figures faced off under the moonlight.

Uchiha Sasuke stood in the shadow of the roof, his gaze cold as he looked at the man in the black robe opposite him—Uchiha Itachi.

The two brothers stood face to face again after several years.

Sasuke spoke, his voice carrying a accusation and questioning that had been suppressed for many years: "Itachi. Your choice back then—to condone the darkness of the higher-ups and personally destroy your own clan. Even if you had your reasons, even if you did it to protect me—the blood on your hands will not be washed away."

Itachi remained silent, offering no rebuttal.

Sasuke continued, "Tonight marks the bloody end of the corrupt forces of the old era. Those old fogies who twisted the Will of Fire, exploited their clans, and craved power will finally reap what they sow. After the rebellion is quelled—that will be the time for you to atone for the sins of the Uchiha clan."

Itachi looked up, meeting Sasuke's resolute eyes. He paused for a moment, then slowly nodded. His voice was low and hoarse: "...Okay."

The two brothers said nothing more. They went their separate ways, each disappearing into the night, awaiting the complete end of Konoha's old era.

late at night.

A purple barrier suddenly rose above Konoha Village. The barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the entire village, severing all communication between the inside and outside.

The Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, issued the highest level of combat readiness order.

The Konoha leadership officially released irrefutable evidence: the Sarutobi, Mitomon, and Utatane clans colluded with Danzo Shimura, manipulated the Uchiha clan massacre, forced Orochimaru to defect, secretly conducted cruel human experiments, stockpiled military equipment, and intended to launch a coup to seize power.

The hidden dangers that were suppressed by three generations of regimes in the past have been fully exposed.

The entire village's Chunin, Jonin, and Anbu were mobilized to besiege the three clans' territory.

Years of pent-up resentment and discontent among the ninja erupted at this moment. Everyone suddenly realized—by the later years of the Third Hokage's rule, he had already lost the hearts of the people. The three clans had long monopolized key positions in Konoha, abusing their power and corrupting the village, eroding its foundations and betraying the Will of Fire. They were not the protectors of Konoha, but rather its parasites.

Inside the secret chamber of the three clans, Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu were plotting their final coup. Suddenly, deafening sounds of fighting and screams erupted outside.

"This is bad! The secret agents have infiltrated!"

Mitokado Homura's face turned deathly pale in that instant. He abruptly stood up, knocking over the teacup on the table, soaking the map with tea. Utatane Koharu was even more terrified, trembling all over, her legs going weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

"How...how could they know...?"

The sounds of fighting grew closer. Firelight shone through the paper windows, bathing the room in a crimson glow. Mitokado Homura gritted her teeth, drawing her ninja sword from the wall, preparing for a final stand. Utatane Koharu, however, completely broke down. She knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with sobs: "I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

The once high-and-mighty, domineering veteran consultant is now like a stray dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

On the battlefield, Uchiha Sasuke, wielding the Kusanagi sword, moved like a grim reaper through the enemy ranks. Wherever his sword flashed, blood splattered, and ninjas from the three clans fell one after another. He had witnessed firsthand the horrific massacre of his clansmen, watching innocent women and children run, cry, and fall in panic—he completely empathized with Itachi, who had single-handedly shouldered the sins of annihilating his clan.

He understood. In this political struggle, there was no right or wrong, only life and death. He no longer showed mercy and went all out to kill the ninjas of the three clans who had participated in the rebellion.

From the shadows, Uchiha Yao stood silently on a rooftop, overlooking the bloody purge. His gaze remained fixed on Sasuke's figure. He saw that Sasuke, even in his quest for revenge, still held fast to his principles, not succumbing to utter depravity, not indiscriminately killing the innocent—he nodded to himself in approval.

This boy did not disappoint him.

Itachi Uchiha stood atop the rooftop of the former Uchiha ruins, gazing at the carnage and flames engulfing Konoha. The nightmare of his clan's annihilation seemed to replay before his eyes once more. His gaze was filled with complex emotions and a sense of bewilderment. But he made no move, nor did he intervene. He simply watched silently, as if witnessing the end of an old era.

The evidence of the three clans' rebellion is conclusive.

A large number of explosive tags, ninja tools, and data on human experimentation were seized. Those members of the three clans who had long held high positions displayed their utter disgraceful behavior in the face of destruction. Some humbly begged for their lives, kneeling and kowtowing, claiming they were merely following orders; others cursed and swore that Tsunade would die a horrible death. They had long regarded Konoha as their private property, completely unaware that treason was a capital offense.

The battle is over.

Mitokado Homura and Utatane Koharu were trapped in a secret room. Koharu, clinging to their past relationship, begged and pleaded with the Konoha high-ranking officials for mercy. Mitokado Homura, feigning strength, threatened in a hoarse voice, "You can't kill me! I want to see Jiraiya! I want to negotiate with Jiraiya!"

Just then, Sasuke appeared, covered in blood. His body was stained with blood, some of his enemies', some of his own. His gaze was icy cold as he walked up to the two and slowly spoke: "Mitokado Homura, Utatane Koharu. Do you still remember Hatake Sakumo?"

Their faces turned deathly pale instantly.

"Do you still remember how you framed him and forced him to commit suicide?" Sasuke's voice was like a cold judgment. "Do you still remember how you manipulated the power struggles at the top, ostracizing, suppressing, and driving to death those meritorious officials who disobeyed you?"

Mitokado Homura opened his mouth, wanting to argue. But Sasuke didn't give him the chance.

His Mangekyou Sharingan slowly rotated. A powerful ocular force pulled the two into an endless cycle of genjutsu. Within the genjutsu, they would repeatedly witness the despairing scenes of their clansmen's tragic deaths and their family's annihilation. They would endure the mental torment of demonic possession and the betrayal of their loved ones day and night.

For these two power-hungry old men, living a life worse than death was the ultimate form of revenge.

Kakashi stepped forward, glanced at the two old men trapped in a genjutsu, their eyes vacant, and then ordered, "Seal their chakra. Forcibly extract their intelligence from their brains and thoroughly investigate all old dirt. Prosecute them for their remaining sins in the most severe way possible."

The next day at dawn.

The entire Hidden Leaf Village has released all the dirt on the three clans—manipulating the Nine-Tails' attack, plotting to assassinate the Fourth Hokage, rewriting history, and persecuting the various clans' secret bloodline techniques. All the truth is now public.

The Third Hokage's corruption and cover-ups in his later years have cemented his place on Konoha's pillar of shame.

Although Konoha lost some of the elite fighting forces of its three clans in this purge, it eradicated a malignant tumor that had plagued the village for decades. More importantly, the village welcomed Uchiha Sasuke, who possessed the Mangekyou Sharingan, to its fold. The village's fighting strength and overall structure were completely transformed.

Sunlight streamed onto the streets of Konoha, illuminating the blood-soaked stone slabs. Cleaning crews were washing the surface with water, attempting to cleanse away the stench of last night. But the dark red stains seeping into the cracks of the stones might never truly disappear.