Chapter 20: Chapter 20: The Army of Shadows
The battlefield that had once been a clash of titans—heroes, gods, and mutants—was now silent. The winds, heavy with the scent of burning rubble, blew through the ruins of what had once been a prosperous land. The broken remains of once proud warriors littered the ground, scattered in pools of blood and shattered hope. Yet, as the dust settled and the air began to clear, a new presence emerged—a presence so overwhelming that even the very earth seemed to hold its breath.
From the corners of the world, from hidden chambers and darkened fortresses, Jason Uchiha had spent years preparing his army. An army forged from the remnants of broken villains, enslaved souls, and fallen warriors, resurrected and empowered through forbidden jutsu and the manipulation of reality itself. This was no ordinary army. This was the Army of Shadows, the first wave in the conquest of the world, and its arrival would mark the beginning of an unrelenting reign under Obito Uchiha.
Jason stood tall at the epicentre of the battlefield, his dark cloak billowing around him like a harbinger of doom. His Mangekyō Sharingan pulsed with an otherworldly light, its chakra swirling around him like a storm. His mind was sharp, focused on his next move. His army was ready. With a single thought, a massive portal tore open before him—one large enough to swallow the battlefield whole. It crackled with energy, the very air distorting as the rift in space and time gave birth to a new kind of force.
"Now." Jason's voice was quiet but filled with the command of a king. As if on cue, an endless tide of clones, each one a perfect replica of Jason himself, poured from the portal. Their eyes, filled with the same Mangekyō Sharingan and Kamui, made them an unstoppable army—a legion of mindless soldiers with the full power of their creator.
But it was not just these clones that Jason had prepared. No, he had something far more dangerous in mind.
From the portal emerged warriors of unimaginable strength—the reanimated souls of dead Uchiha, their eyes glowing with the eternal power of the Sharingan. These were not mere shadows of their former selves. They had been brought back to life, twisted into fierce warriors with only one goal: to serve Jason Uchiha. Each one was a mirror of Obito's power, amplified by the Rinnegan and the Sharingan, capable of performing jutsu on a scale that could level mountains. These were his most loyal soldiers, his elite corps of assassins and destroyers.
They were called Shin Uchiha—a new generation of Uchiha warriors born not from blood, but from the very will of their master.
Jason's eyes, gleaming with the power of the Uchiha bloodline, shifted to the horizon as his army of Shin Uchiha began their slow march across the battlefield. Every step they took seemed to shake the earth beneath them. The forces of the Avengers and the remnants of S.H.I.E.L.D. had no idea what they were about to face. Apocalypse stood by Jason's side, watching with amusement as the army advanced.
"Your army is impressive, Obito," Apocalypse said, his voice full of approval. "But what of your final piece? The one you've kept hidden?"
Jason's lips curled into a dark smile. "The true strength of my army isn't in numbers alone." He raised his hand, and with a single motion, the skies above him darkened. A series of blackened signals began to appear in the air, glowing with malevolent energy. With a sharp twist of his wrist, a great rift tore open in the fabric of the heavens itself, and from it, emerged the most dangerous of his creations: the Akatsuki Constructs.
These were no ordinary constructs. Each one was the embodiment of a fallen hero or villain Jason had manipulated over the years. These beings—reconstructed through the forbidden jutsu—were unholy combinations of Uchiha power, mutant abilities, and the darkest magic. They were the perfect fusion of science, sorcery, and the Sharingan. Jason's eyes gleamed as he watched them emerge from the portal—each one a reflection of his twisted vision for the future.
The Akatsuki Constructs were more than just powerful warriors. They were a walking arsenal of destruction, each one built to deal with a specific enemy. There was Clone Madara, a being that retained the full might of the Ten-Tails Jinchuuriki, capable of summoning devastating genjutsu and overwhelming chakra-based attacks. Then there was Clone Itachi, who had been reanimated with eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, his Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu capable of enslaving anyone who dared to face him. Other Constructs included Clone Sasuke, Clone Nagato, and even Clone Zetsu—each one a reflection of their original selves, but enhanced with Jason's and Apocalypse's power.
The Shin Uchiha began to spread out, moving like shadows across the battlefield, seeking out their targets. The Akatsuki Constructs, standing tall behind them, made their way toward the heart of the battle—the last bastion of resistance. The remaining Avengers were disorganized, and their forces were crumbling beneath the onslaught. But Jason had more in mind than just this fight. His true plan was to reshape the world and use his army to crush any notion of resistance.
As the Shin Uchiha and Akatsuki Constructs charged into the fray, their presence caused the very land to shake. Jason raised his hand, and his voice rang out like a clarion call across the battlefield.
"This world is mine to reshape. Every hero, every villain, every kingdom will fall before me." Jason's words echoed across the scorched earth as his army swarmed forward like a tide of darkness, unstoppable and unwavering.
The Avengers, now scattered and exhausted, tried to regroup, but their attempts were in vain. Thor swung his hammer, attempting to strike down a Shin Uchiha, only for the clone to phase out of existence, vanishing through a Kamui portal. Iron Man, in his Mark LXXXV armor, launched an EMP blast at the incoming army, only for it to have no effect against the Akatsuki Constructs. The battlefield was chaos as the Avengers struggled to make a stand, but they were outmatched, outclassed, and outnumbered.
Jason, watching from the edge of the battlefield, felt the surge of power flood through him. The Mangekyō Sharingan gave him perfect control over the battlefield, and his clones were everywhere, watching, manipulating, and eliminating any resistance. The world's strongest warriors, once symbols of hope and justice, were now nothing more than playthings in his hands.
He could feel the pulse of power within him, the deep satisfaction of finally seeing his army come to life, but this was only the beginning. This war, this destruction—it was only the first step.
"Let them come," Jason muttered, his voice cold and calculating. "Let the world throw its last resistance at me. It will be their final stand."
With a swift motion, Jason summoned his final command. The Army of Shadows surged forward, its forces consuming everything in their path. Kamui portals opened to allow more clones, more warriors, and more Akatsuki Constructs to enter the battlefield. The Shin Uchiha clones surrounded the remaining Avengers and heroes, their eyes gleaming with the power of the Uchiha bloodline. The Akatsuki Constructs turned the tide in their favour, overwhelming heroes like Moon Knight, Captain Marvel, and Black Panther with sheer might.
Jason had become the ultimate force on Earth, an unstoppable tyrant, his army growing stronger with every passing moment. And with every step, he felt the world slowly bending to his will. The victory was already in his grasp, and the world would soon kneel before Obito Uchiha—the true ruler of this shattered world.
"It is time," Jason whispered to himself, his heart filled with dark triumph. "This world is mine."