Qiyu swept out his hand, sending the five talismans flying toward five different swords.
In an instant, the entire room erupted in a dazzling cascade of multicolored light.
When the radiance faded, five swords appeared before the three of them—red, black, cyan, blue, and yellow, each glowing with its own distinct light.
Looking at the artifacts he had finally succeeded in refining, Qiyu’s lips curved into a relieved smile.
He turned toward his stunned parents, unable to conceal his excitement.
“Father, Mother—it worked!”
Those few words instantly snapped them back to their senses.
“Qiyu, are these the chakra weapons you refined?”
Fugaku reached toward one of the swords, but before his fingers could touch it, the blade released a sharp metallic cry.
Flames erupted around it without warning.
Fugaku’s eyes narrowed, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
“Father, these swords are spiritually linked to me.
Anyone else who touches them will suffer their backlash.”
Qiyu explained as he looked at Fugaku, who had nearly been burned.
Then, with a beckoning gesture, he summoned all five swords back to his side.
They flew through the air and hovered behind him.
“Qiyu, what exactly can these swords do?”
Fugaku asked in disbelief.
“Why not test them yourself, Father?”
A playful smile tugged at Qiyu’s lips.
Fugaku silently nodded, and the two of them returned to the training ground in the rear courtyard.
“Begin, Qiyu.
Show your father your new kekkei genkai.”
“Be careful, Father!”
The moment he finished speaking, Qiyu waved his hand.
The five swords shot toward Fugaku from different angles, each surrounded by a different element.
A succession of piercing whistles tore through the air and echoed across the training ground.
Fugaku’s three-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly.
“So fast!”
There was no time to think.
Fugaku dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding one of the swords.
He immediately bent backward, letting another blade pass just above his body.
But just as he prepared to evade the next attack, something completely unexpected happened.
The crimson sword suddenly erupted in raging flames, transforming into an enormous fiery phoenix.
The scorching heat instantly began to singe Fugaku’s hair and clothing.
Without hesitation, the pattern in Fugaku’s eyes spun rapidly and transformed into the shape of a pinwheel.
“Susanoo!”
A simple skeletal frame rapidly formed around Fugaku, shielding his body.
To his horror, however, the rudimentary Susanoo he had summoned could not stop the scarlet flames unleashed by the phoenix.
The fire had not even touched him, yet the intense heat was already causing the moisture in his body to evaporate at an alarming rate.
Signs of dehydration appeared almost immediately.
At the same time, maintaining the chakra-formed Susanoo was consuming his reserves at a terrifying pace.
The other three swords transformed as well, each taking the shape of a different sacred beast.
The lightning sword became a qilin.
The earth sword became a colossal tortoise.
The water sword became an azure dragon.
The three beasts unleashed thunderous roars as they charged Fugaku at astonishing speed—one pouncing, one crushing downward, and one lunging forward with its jaws wide open.
Fugaku no longer dared to hold back.
The faint, partially formed Susanoo rapidly solidified, expanding into a massive half-skeletal frame that completely enclosed him.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The violent explosions reverberated throughout the entire Uchiha compound.
Countless Uchiha clan members were jolted awake and stared uncertainly toward the source of the disturbance.
“Is it an enemy attack?”
The clansmen quickly armed themselves with ninja tools, rushed out of their homes, and leaped onto the rooftops.
A vast cloud of dust was rising from the direction of the clan head’s residence.
At the same time, Itachi hurried downstairs in alarm and ran toward the training ground.
As the smoke and dust began to clear, Qiyu and Fugaku stood facing each other across the ruined field.
Fugaku looked somewhat disheveled.
Although he had suffered no actual injuries, his lips were dry and cracked, while the ends of his hair had been scorched into curls.
“What do you think, Father?”
Qiyu stood atop one of the swords, floating calmly in midair as though the battle had required no effort at all.
The moment Fugaku summoned Susanoo, Qiyu had withdrawn his attack in time.
When Fugaku felt the omnipresent sharpness surrounding him disappear, he understood that this was not the time for them to fight with their full strength.
Taking advantage of the dust obscuring the training ground, he immediately dismissed his half-formed Susanoo.
If the fact that he had awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan were exposed, it would undoubtedly deepen the suspicion of Konoha’s higher-ups.
At least for now, it was not yet time to reveal his true strength.
Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were not many shinobi monitoring the Uchiha compound.
“Qiyu, you are already a powerful shinobi.”
As Fugaku spoke, pride and disappointment mingled in his heart.
He was proud because his eldest son was extraordinarily capable.
Yet he was also disappointed because such an exceptional son had not been raised through his guidance.
“What are these five swords called?”
Fugaku asked in a solemn voice.
Qiyu took the fire sword into his hand and gently stroked its blade.
“Their name…”
He paused for a moment.
“I’ll call them the Five Emperor Swords.”
The instant those words left his mouth, all five swords began to tremble, releasing a chorus of resonant metallic cries.
Itachi arrived at the training ground in a hurry.
The moment he saw the blast craters scattered across the earth, his expression turned vigilant.
“Mother, has an enemy come?”
Mikoto looked at her younger son standing guard with a kunai in hand, and an amused smile appeared on her face.
“Itachi, an enemy really has come.”
“Don’t worry, Mother.
I’ll protect you!”
With that declaration, Itachi stepped in front of Mikoto and activated his two-tomoe Sharingan.
It was the first time he had ever revealed his eyes in front of anyone other than his father.
Seeing this, Mikoto felt both touched and deeply amused.
A laugh escaped her lips.
“My Itachi is so adorable.
The ‘enemy’ Mother was talking about is your mischievous older brother.”
Mikoto gently stroked Itachi’s head.
For a moment, Itachi failed to understand.
Only after the dust had fully dispersed and he heard the conversation between his father and brother did he realize what had happened.
He turned and gave his mother a helpless look before gazing enviously at his older brother.
That praise had come directly from Father.
He wanted to hear those words too.
Qiyu happened to catch the look in Itachi’s eyes.
Then he noticed the two tomoe spinning within them.
Qiyu froze for a moment.
His expression abruptly darkened, and he flew toward Itachi atop his sword…
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