“The heavens have not abandoned the Uchiha!” someone shouted before dropping to his knees and repeatedly kowtowing toward Shinsuke.
His voice trembled with decades of grievance and overwhelming joy.
“The Uchiha can finally rise again!” “Hahahaha!
It’s the Mangekyō!
The power Lord Madara used to sweep across the ninja world!
The legend of the Uchiha has returned!” Manic laughter and choked cheers erupted through the forest.
Tears filled the eyes of the older clan members as they stared at the giant towering over everything like they were looking at the sun rising in the depths of despair.
The younger clan members, however, could only stare in confusion.
They had never seen their usually calm and composed elders lose control like this.
“Dad?
What’s going on?” a boy who had only awakened a single tomoe tugged nervously at his father’s sleeve, his face full of confusion.
“What’s the Mangekyō Sharingan?
I thought our Sharingan only had one tomoe, two tomoe, and three tomoe.” “And who is Lord Madara?
What kind of power did…
Shinsuke awaken?” “That giant…
It’s terrifying.
Just standing here makes it hard to breathe…” No one blamed them for their ignorance.
After Madara Uchiha left, the clan no longer had an absolute powerhouse capable of keeping everyone in line.
As they fought over the legendary power that could supposedly change fate itself, the Mangekyō Sharingan, Izanagi, and the clan’s forbidden techniques became the spark that drove the Uchiha to slaughter one another.
Years of internal conflict left the clan gravely weakened.
It was only when a woman named Uchiha Osamu stepped forward that the catastrophe was barely brought under control.
From that day onward, every clan head and the Council of Elders sealed away the existence of the Mangekyō Sharingan and Izanagi in the deepest chamber beneath Naka Shrine.
They became forbidden knowledge that only the highest-ranking members of the clan could access.
Aside from people like Fugaku and Setsuna, who stood at the very top of the clan’s leadership, ordinary members, especially children barely in their teens, had long since forgotten the Uchiha’s greatest power beneath the dust of history.
Now, seeing the almost reverent fanaticism in their elders’ eyes and the dark golden giant radiating overwhelming pressure, the younger generation finally realized what they were witnessing.
A new legend of the Uchiha Clan was being born before their eyes.
The overwhelming pressure that could chill their spines from hundreds of feet away was no longer a suffocating threat.
It had become the strongest wall that would protect their entire clan.
Little Sasuke Uchiha clutched his father’s robe and tugged on it gently.
Looking up with a bewildered expression, he asked timidly, “Father…
what is Susano’o?
And the Mangekyō…
what is that?” “Susano’o…” Fugaku lowered his head and looked at his son’s innocent face before turning his gaze toward Shinsuke in the distance.
His eyes were filled with more than a decade of restraint and unwillingness.
When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
Shinsuke happened to catch his gaze.
With a casual wave of his hand, the Susano’o behind him dispersed.
The dark golden chakra receded into his body like the ebbing tide, and the colossal giant over three hundred feet tall slowly dissolved into the wind.
The crushing pressure disappeared with it.
He took two steps toward Fugaku and spoke calmly, yet every word carried clearly across the forest clearing.
“Clan Head, there are no Konoha spies here.
No village elders watching.
No Danzō lurking in the shadows.
So why keep hiding it?” The moment those words fell, the once noisy forest fell into complete silence.
Every eye turned toward Fugaku.
The excitement on their faces had yet to fade before it was replaced with stunned disbelief.
What did Shinsuke mean?
Could it be…
the Clan Head…?
Everyone seemed to realize the same possibility at once.
Their breathing stopped as they stared fixedly at Uchiha Fugaku, hardly daring to make a sound.
Fugaku looked at the eyes fixed upon him.
Some were shocked, some hopeful, others completely bewildered.
A trace of hesitation crossed his face, followed by relief, and finally the exhaustion he had buried for more than a decade.
He slowly closed his eyes.
When they opened again, three crimson tomoe appeared within them.
They began spinning faster and faster until they intertwined and fused into a sharp shuriken shaped pattern.
The eerie, ice cold Mangekyō Sharingan was revealed before everyone.
“M…
Mangekyō?!
It’s the Mangekyō Sharingan?!” An elder with graying hair staggered forward, his voice shaking uncontrollably as disbelief filled his face.
“Lord Fugaku…
you awakened the Mangekyō too?!” The entire crowd exploded into an uproar.
In their eyes, this Clan Head had spent more than ten years being patient and restrained.
He had yielded to Konoha’s higher ups at every turn and compromised whenever the village pressured the Uchiha.
He seemed like nothing more than a kind man who endured everything in silence.
Many of the younger clan members had even secretly thought their Clan Head was too weak to uphold the Uchiha’s pride.
Yet who could have imagined that the man who had endured in silence for over a decade, the man many had secretly called useless, had already awakened the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan?
Someone finally voiced the question everyone had been holding back.
“Clan Head…
if you awakened the Mangekyō long ago, then why…
why did you never reveal it when the clan suffered so many humiliations?
When Lord Shisui died under such mysterious circumstances?” “Because the Mangekyō Sharingan has never been invincible.” Looking at the confusion and resentment on everyone’s faces, Shinsuke calmly answered.
His voice was quiet, but every person present heard it clearly.
“To put it simply, the Sharingan we take pride in, and even the Uchiha bloodline itself, has been incomplete from the very beginning.” “W…
What?!” His words struck the crowd like a boulder crashing into a calm lake.
Every clan member stared at him in utter disbelief.
Even Fugaku frowned sharply, shock filling his eyes.
He had always believed the Mangekyō’s blindness was merely the backlash of its ocular powers.
He had never imagined the problem lay within the bloodline itself.
Seeing their reactions, Shinsuke casually took the scroll containing Hashirama’s Cells from Uchiha Ye.
He tapped the cold scroll case with his finger before continuing.
“The ancestor of the Uchiha was Ōtsutsuki Indra.
His father was none other than the legendary Sage of Six Paths, Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo.” “Ancestor Indra inherited the Sage’s Eyes and eventually refined them into a pair of eyes that belonged to him alone, the Eyes of Indra.
The one tomoe, two tomoe, three tomoe, and even the Mangekyō Sharingan we possess today are, in essence, all degraded forms of the Eyes of Indra.” He paused, sweeping his gaze across the clan members listening in complete silence.
“Awakening the Mangekyō causes our strength to skyrocket, allowing us to reach the threshold of Kage level.” “Every pair of Mangekyō possesses two unique ocular abilities that belong only to its owner.
And beyond those lies the third power hidden within every one of our bloodlines…” “Susano’o.” ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❤️ Enjoying the Story?