“That’s great! Brother Lu Ming, just you wait and see, I will definitely bring back first place!”
Sasuke jumped up, his small face flushed as he loudly accepted the wager.
A custom-made Chakra weapon held an irresistible temptation for a child who had just entered the academy.
Itachi stood to the side, his brow slightly furrowed, silently accepting Lu Ming’s arrangement.
Itachi’s heart was far more mature than his peers.
He looked at Lu Ming’s gentle face, and Lu Ming’s words to Sasuke replayed in his mind—”Use your strength to prove the Uchiha’s power to all of Konoha.”
These words sounded like encouragement for a junior, but Itachi keenly captured the hidden edge within them.
He watched Lu Ming’s back as he turned to leave, his heart racing.
He had a premonition that the clan was about to face a massive change, and the source was the man before him.
Lu Ming smiled and waved, seeing off the brothers, Itachi and Sasuke.
As the two figures disappeared at the end of the street, Lu Ming’s smile vanished, replaced by a cold, stern expression.
He turned and set off, heading straight toward a secret training ground outside Konoha Village.
A breeze brushed through Lu Ming’s black hair; his gaze was calm and steady.
Lu Ming understood the cruelty of this world.
He wasn’t some ignorant kid; when he was born into this world, he brought with him the complete and massive spiritual energy of an adult.
This innate advantage allowed him to leave everyone else in the dust right from the starting line.
An adult’s spiritual energy granted him incredible learning ability, precise Chakra control, and outstanding talent for Genjutsu.
Within the clan, he was as famous as Shisui, and the High Command referred to them as the “Two Great Geniuses of the Uchiha.”
But he saw further than Shisui.
Because he was a hardcore Naruto fan.
He knew the conflict between the Uchiha Clan and the Konoha High Command, and he knew the schemes of Black Zetsu and Uchiha Madara hidden in the shadows.
If things were left to develop, the entire Uchiha Clan would be slaughtered that night, becoming sacrifices in a political struggle.
Having understood all this since childhood, Lu Ming made a single vow: he would stop this tragedy of clan extermination!
Stopping the tragedy could not rely on Fugaku’s compromise, nor could it depend on Shisui’s Kotoamatsukami.
The only way out was to make the Uchiha great again, to become strong enough that the Third Hokage, Danzo, and the entire Konoha High Command wouldn’t even dare to harbor the thought of taking action!
Dignity exists only on the edge of a blade; truth exists only within the range of Ninjutsu.
Lu Ming moved through the forest, recalling the Third Shinobi World War.
At that time, he made a decision that baffled everyone.
On the battlefield, while others were killing enemies to earn merit, Lu Ming did not participate in the slaughter.
He converted his top-tier Chakra control into exquisite Medical Ninjutsu, moving across the most dangerous front lines to save clan members who were heavily injured and on the verge of death.
In that meat grinder where lives were like grass,
Lu Ming forcibly snatched the lives of a large number of Uchiha youth from the hands of the Shinigami.
What truly made his name resonate throughout the Ninja World was that desperate battle against the main force of Iwagakure.
In that battle, the Uchiha unit was surrounded by Iwagakure, and the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, floated in the air.
“Mere Uchiha brats, you dare to be arrogant before me? Then turn into dust!”
Ōnoki looked down from above, a white light glowing between his hands as he performed the Kekkei Tōta—Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Jutsu.
Facing this power, the Uchiha Clan members closed their eyes, their hands holding their blades trembling.
At that critical moment, Lu Ming stepped forward.
His hands rapidly formed seals, guiding the thunderclouds gathered in the sky.
“Lightning Style: Kirin!”
Lu Ming roared, and the lightning condensed into a massive beast, crashing toward Ōnoki in mid-air.
The speed of that strike surpassed the speed of sound; its power reached the peak of S-rank Ninjutsu!
The thunder was deafening.
As the lightning flashed, the shockwave leveled the surrounding forest.
When the dust cleared, the entire field was silent.
The Iwagakure Ninja looked into the air.
The Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, had been forced back, half of his body scorched by lightning, his face filled with shock.
“This kid… just what kind of monster is he?!”
Ōnoki gritted his teeth, wary of Lu Ming’s strength, and retreated with the Iwagakure troops.
The moment Ōnoki retreated, the entire Uchiha unit erupted in cheers of survival.
Everyone gazed at Lu Ming, viewing him as their savior.
Fame in a single battle!
With this S-rank Lightning Style: Kirin, Lu Ming completely transformed from a medical genius into a top-tier powerhouse in his own right.
After the war, he naturally rose to the rank of Jonin.
Utilizing his prestige within the clan, he gradually gathered the young people he had saved, cultivating his own team.
Before he knew it, Lu Ming had reached the depths of the forest.
Forming a seal with one hand, he dispelled the Genjutsu barrier ahead and stepped into a spacious underground training base.
Shua!
Shua!
Shua!
As Lu Ming entered the base, over a dozen dark shadows blurred from the darkness, kneeling on one knee with heads bowed low.
“My Lord!”
The synchronized, low call echoed through the basement.
Lu Ming stopped and looked at the group before him.
This was the solid foundation he had spent countless efforts to build.
These young people he saved had seen their strength increase greatly under rigorous training and the indoctrination of the “Uchiha Glory” conviction.
Not a single person standing here was weak.
The weakest were already battle-hardened Chunin, possessing the combat power to kill a Jonin above their level.
The thirteen people in the front row were genuine Elite Jonin.
“Raise your heads,” Lu Ming spoke.
Shua—
The dozen or so people raised their heads simultaneously.
In the dim basement, over a dozen pairs of crimson eyes lit up.
One-Tomoe?
Two-Tomoe?
No!
In the eyes of the thirteen Jonin, three tomoe were reflected.
Thirteen pairs of Three-Tomoe Sharingan opened at once, their ocular power converging.
They gazed at Lu Ming, their eyes filled with fanaticism and reverence.
In their hearts, what was Fugaku?
What was the High Command?
Lu Ming was the only god they were loyal to!
Lu Ming looked at this force, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.
He walked slowly to the front of the group and spoke.
“The Konoha High Command’s suppression of us has reached a blatant level.”
“The villagers’ insults, the marginalization of our power, the compression of our living space…”
Lu Ming’s voice turned cold.
“And our Clan Head, Fugaku, only knows how to retreat again and again, letting the Uchiha’s dignity be trampled underfoot!”
The breathing of the kneeling clan members began to grow heavy, the Three-Tomoe in their eyes spinning wildly as suppressed rage burned in their chests.
“We can no longer wait, and we can no longer retreat.”
Lu Ming raised his hand, pointing straight to the sky.
“The time has come! I announce that the action plan has officially begun!”
The entire area was silent; everyone held their breath, gazing at Lu Ming.
“Our first step—seizing the position of Clan Head!”
Lu Ming looked at the crowd and announced loudly,
“I will lead you to make the Uchiha great again!”
This sentence ignited the crowd’s emotions.
No one hesitated.
The surrounding clan members shouted in unison, “Everything for the glory of the Uchiha!” Their expressions were fanatical.