I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 451 & 452: The Eyes of the Mourner

"Ptooey, ugh!"

Michelangelo's cheeks bulged, he chewed incessantly, then vomited downwards, gushing out profusely.

The white clay cascaded down three thousand feet, twisting and turning like a living thing, and solidified in the air into a huge sphere with a diameter of twenty or thirty meters. It crashed down like Mount Tai.

"Is this a bomb too?"

Uchiha Senmon's expression changed drastically. He instantly teleported dozens of meters away, and at the same time, he flipped his right hand, causing several thick tree roots to rise from the ground and pierce into the air.

However, after the tree root pierced the giant clay ball, it sank into the sea and did not explode.

"Wait, this doesn't feel like a physical entity?!"

The giant clay ball finally landed, expanding rapidly like dough, wobbling like a roly-poly toy, with its arms and legs protruding out as well.

At first glance, it looks like a giant of the Abnormal species that is fifty meters long!

Although Uchiha Senmon was puzzled, he did not underestimate his opponent. He clapped his hands together, and more than a dozen ancient trees wrapped around the clay giant's limbs and body like giant pythons.

The clay giant was caught by the Tree Realm without flinching. Its neck bulged and writhed, with one pitted white fleshy ball after another rising up.

"Hehehe, come and admire it! This is my masterpiece, the culmination of ten years of hard work, 'Garuda of Love and Hate'!"

As they swelled to the size of a car, the uneven clay lumps transformed into clearly defined heads.

Its pale face and clay-like texture resembled a portrait made of lime plaster in an art classroom.

Nightmare-like horror was reflected in the eyes of Uchiha Senmon.

More than fifty clay heads, layered upon each other, each a different young woman's face, expressing pain, pleading, crying, numbness, terror...

All the expressions were incredibly lifelike, bizarre yet terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.

Garuda, a clay giant with green branches wrapped around its body, stood in the primeval forest, like a giant demon tree laden with human-head fruits.

This is hell!

The clay bomber circled halfway through the sky, then lowered its altitude slightly.

"Do you like Leonardo da Vinci? I really like him, especially the Mona Lisa. I was captivated the first time I saw her face, by her enigmatic smile."

Michelangelo closed his eyes, revealing a sickly yet obsessive expression, and exclaimed:

"The fact that women's faces can be so beautiful is what sparked my passion for art. I want to be an artist greater than Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo! So I need a lot more women's heads!"

Although the two-faced demon disappeared after only six months of activity, the number of Garuda heads indicates that the number of victims was more than ten times the official figure.

"The rich expressions of women before their deaths gave me endless inspiration! I took their heads away, slowly appreciating them, and the final artistic masterpiece was this Garuda!"

After Garuda appeared, Uchiha Senmon stood frozen in place, his hands and feet trembling, his eyes staring straight up at the diagonal direction.

Among dozens of clay heads, Uchiha Senmon immediately recognized his deceased wife, whom he longed for.

Mikoto!

She closed her eyes with her brows furrowed and bit her lip tightly, as if she were enduring immense pain.

Unlike other heads with expressions of despair and pain, Mikoto's face radiated determination and maternal love.

"How about it, Uchiha Senmon? You're the first person besides the hosts to appreciate my work. Cheers to my talent!"

Michelangelo boasted about himself for a while, but found that the Uchiha Senmon seemed to have lost their souls and had no reaction, which made him somewhat disappointed.

Following Uchiha Senmon's gaze, Michelangelo glanced down a few times, his abstract and exaggerated eyes darting about, clearly brimming with malice and mockery.

"Oh, I see. I was just joking when I said I couldn't remember how many loaves of bread I'd eaten. Each and every one of them has become a source of inspiration and nourishment for my art. How could I possibly forget them?"

Michelangelo smacked his lips and said with a grin:

"Especially your wife, Uchiha Mikoto, remains vivid in my memory; she was the finishing touch in 'Garuda of Love and Hate'!"

Michelangelo winked and, feigning concern, asked, "Would you like to hear her last words?"

The Uchiha Senmon, who had been motionless like a dead man, finally raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The Sharingan receded into black, filled with deathly silence and darkness.

"What did my wife say before she died?" Senmon Uchiha asked hoarsely, his face expressionless.

"Ha, she didn't say anything!"

Michelangelo spread his hands, shrugged, and jokingly said nonchalantly:

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying this time."

Michelangelo manipulated William's right hand, inserting his index finger into the temple on the same side and stirring it vigorously. The man's expression was like that of a madman, his eyes rolled upwards, and saliva dripped down his chin.

"Yes, that makes me feel much better, and I can remember more details."

His tongue licked his fingers, which were stained with brain matter and blood, and trembled with excitement. Michelangelo, with a serious expression, seemed to be recalling something, and slowly said:

"That day, I, like any other day, randomly infiltrated a house in search of inspiration. Of course, it was your Uchiha Senmon family. Your wife's name is Mikoto, right?"

"The first time she saw me, just like everyone else, she was so scared she couldn't speak and instinctively took off running. So I blew off one of her legs so she couldn't escape."

Michelangelo chewed on his right hand and spat out a clay spider the size of a finger, which immediately exploded with a barely audible "poof".

Uchiha Senmon, whose expression was cold, trembled. His fists clenched so tightly they turned white, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

"The human body is fragile; it snapped with a snap. It must have hurt a lot. Normally, your wife should have cried and screamed like any other woman, but she just gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound. That's strange."

Uchiha Senmon closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but listen. The two-faced demon's words were like knives piercing his brain, each one a dagger to his heart.

"So I blew off one of her hands, wow! Tsk tsk tsk, she still didn't scream. Although her bones were tough, she was still a weak woman after all, and she bled to death with just two simple blows. Although I was very puzzled, I could only take her head with me."

Michelangelo clicked his tongue in amazement a few times, then looked at the Uchiha Senmon with amusement.

Unfortunately, the Uchiha Sage had his eyes closed and his expression was indifferent, dashing its hopes of watching a good show.

"Your wife was just an ordinary woman, but she still bothered me. Later, when you, Uchiha, became a superhuman and came into the official spotlight, I had William retrieve the files from back then, and we discovered something very interesting."

Michelangelo remained calm, a sinister smile playing on his lips, concealing a malicious intent, as he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"The place where I killed Mikoto was just one wall away from the nursery, where your child was sleeping at the time."

"She was probably afraid that the screams would wake the child and attract my attention, so she endured it all until she died. What an amazing mother."

"Hehehe, it's a pity that we monsters have no parents and can't understand this kind of feeling."

"Actually, there's absolutely no need for that. Your kid named Uchiha Naruto is a boy. Well, I have absolutely no interest in boys..."

Michelangelo paused, satisfied.

"That's the expression I wanted to see, Uchiha Senmon."

Crimson blood slid down his face, blooming into mottled flowers on the ground. Although Uchiha Senmon's eyes were closed, two shocking lines of bloody tears continued to fall uncontrollably.

"I am not a good father, much less a good husband."

After a long while, Uchiha Senmon opened his eyes. Three black tomoe swirled and churned amidst sorrowful tears of blood, captivating and poignant, radiating an extraordinary magical power.

"But I will atone for my sins here!"

"I have no interest in men's heads; I've never killed a man before. But these Sharingan eyes are simply works of art! Let you add brilliance to my ultimate art!"

As Michelangelo gazed at the increasingly magnificent and alluring Sharingan, a fanatical madness appeared on his face.

"Snapped!"

The upper half of the body, exposed on the clay bomber, suddenly clenched its hands, and the deformed and huge Garuda swelled up to its limit as if inflated.

"The Gara Tower of Love and Hate is the pinnacle of art, created with Mikoto's love as its central theme!"

The clay drone suddenly shot upwards, and Michelangelo roared and screamed like a madman:

"This is the love your long-cherished wife gives you! Don't hide, Uchiha Senmon!"

Snapped! ! !

With a deafening roar, Garuda, as large as a mountain, shattered into pieces and exploded.

-

"Hurry, hurry! Fly out of the base quickly!"

Yokota Air Base has an asphalt concrete runway that is 3300 meters long, and more than 60 single-aircraft parking aprons on the right side.

A constant stream of fire and explosions came from the direction of the command post. Buildings collapsed one after another, causing chaos throughout the base. Soldiers, who had been urgently assembled, were moving in and out of the camp.

The US ambassador had already boarded a UH-1 helicopter, which sped from the tarmac into the air and flew rapidly toward the outside of the base.

The terrified US ambassador completely disregarded the instructions given to him by the Uchiha Sagemon to evacuate the crowd and ran away on his own.

"Your Excellency, what exactly happened at Yokota Base? What kind of monster is that multi-headed white giant?"

The satellite phone call from overseas came in, and the caller asked anxiously.

"The Uchiha Sage Mode has betrayed us! His eyes, Sharingan! He's from Akatsuki! And Commander William too—no, he's an imposter!"

The US ambassador had suspicious stains on his groin and was in a sorry state, but he didn't care about that now. He grabbed the phone and shouted incoherently:

"The Uchiha gang has been plotting this for a long time; his family and friends might have already run away! Go and capture them as hostages!"

"What are you talking about? Please calm down."

The woman on the other end of the satellite phone was completely confused and could only try her best to reassure him.

"Damn it, why am I so unlucky to have this happen to me!"

The US ambassador gripped the phone tightly, trembling. He glanced back instinctively at the terrifying and horrifying Cthulhu-inspired artwork of the Garuda, and felt an instinctive fear of colossal objects. A chill instantly ran from his tailbone to the top of his head.

What terrified him even more was that he had previously witnessed clay figures blow up the headquarters.

"If this size were also a bomb, its power... ouch!"

It's not impossible to raze the entire Yokota base to the ground.

The US ambassador's already pale face turned even more bloodless.

Just then, Garuda expanded into a sphere at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked like it was about to explode.

"Climb higher! Climb as high as you can!"

The US ambassador rushed behind the helicopter pilot, roaring furiously, as if he wanted to snatch the control stick and operate it himself.

The driver didn't dare to delay and immediately began climbing to a higher altitude.

"Snapped!"

Before the horrified eyes of the US ambassador, Garuda burst open like a ruptured balloon, shattering into pieces.

"Ugh... Hmm?"

The US ambassador, who reflexively raised his hand to shield his eyes and squinted, surprisingly did not feel the intense light, blast wave, or shockwave of the explosion.

"Has it gone silent?"

A few seconds later, the US ambassador finally mustered up the courage to look out of the cockpit.

The buildings and control towers at Yokota Air Base were all intact; nothing really happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but then glanced down unintentionally.

Death breathed a gentle breath, and the ground crew stationed at the airport and the soldiers swarming out of the camp were all put on pause, instantly weathering away like sand and turning to ashes.

"No!"

The US ambassador collapsed to the ground, muttering in a tearful voice:

"Lord, punish these demons..."

-

"That's amazing, Uchiha! You actually didn't dodge or evade! I can feel your love for your wife! Ah, inspiration has completely flown out!"

The clay bomber slowly descended upon Uchiha Senmon's head. Michelangelo's hands remained clenched, and he stared at Uchiha Senmon with a smug look in his eyes.

"My Garuda is a perfect work of art, and its power is beyond imagination!"

Garuda's body contains countless invisible nano-sized clay bombs, which are dispersed into the atmosphere within a radius of several miles by the turbulence generated when they explode.

If an organism inhales even a tiny amount, the clay bomb will travel through its internal organs, turning the entire organism into dust at the cellular level.

A technique of mass destruction even more terrifying than poison gas and chemical weapons!

"Uchiha Senmon, I will completely obliterate you from the neck down, leaving only your head and those beautiful Sharingan eyes."

Uchiha Senmon's eyes glowed red, shifting uncertainly before finally locking onto the clay bomber in mid-air.

"Hehehe, these eyes are finally going to be mine."

Michelangelo impatiently stuck out his slick tongue, licked his eyes, and grinned maliciously as he hissed:

"My art will take another step forward! Drink!"

(End of this chapter)