“Heaven has not forsaken our Uchiha clan!” Someone suddenly fell to their knees, bowing heavily in Kain’s direction.
Their voice carried the suppressed grievances and wild ecstasy of decades.
“Our Uchiha can finally rise again!” “Hahahaha!
It’s the Mangekyo!
The power Lord Madara used to sweep across the ninja world!
The legend of our Uchiha has returned!” Manic laughter and choked cheers erupted through the forest.
The older generation of clan members, their eyes red with emotion, looked at the towering giant as if looking at the sun rising from a desperate abyss.
Meanwhile, the younger clan members stared in bewilderment and shock at the crazed state of their usually calm and composed elders.
“Dad?
What’s going on?” A half-grown child who had just awakened a single-tomoe Sharingan timidly tugged at his father’s sleeve, his face full of confusion.
“What is the Mangekyo Sharingan?
Doesn’t our Sharingan only go from one tomoe to three?” “And who is Lord Madara?
What kind of power did Young Master Kain awaken?” “This giant…
is terrifying.
Just standing here, I can’t even catch my breath…” No one blamed them for their ignorance.
After Uchiha Madara left back then, the clan lost an absolute powerhouse capable of suppressing everyone.
In the struggle for that legendary power capable of defying fate, the Mangekyo Sharingan, Izanagi, and forbidden jutsu inheritances became the catalyst for kin slaughtering kin.
Years of internal strife severely drained the Uchiha’s vitality, until a woman named Uchiha Naori stepped forward to barely quell the disaster.
Since then, successive clan heads and the elder council, to prevent the tragedy from repeating, firmly sealed the existence of the Mangekyo Sharingan and Izanagi in the deepest part of the Naka Shrine, turning them into a taboo that only the core upper echelon of the clan could touch.
Aside from those standing at the pinnacle of power like Fugaku and Setsuna, ordinary clan members, especially these teenagers, had long forgotten the Uchiha’s strongest power in the dust of time.
At this moment, looking at the almost pious fanaticism in the elders’ eyes, and then at the dark gold giant exuding a terrifying, oppressive aura, the younger clan members finally realized with hindsight—they were witnessing the birth of a new legend for the Uchiha clan right before their eyes.
That oppressive aura, which could send chills down one’s spine even from a hundred meters away, was no longer a suffocating threat, but the most indestructible fortress capable of protecting their entire clan.
Uchiha Sasuke gripped his father’s hem with his small hands and gave it a gentle tug.
His little face was full of bewilderment as he timidly looked up and asked, “Father…
what is Susanoo?
And the Mangekyo…
what is that?” “Susanoo…” Fugaku looked down at his son’s ignorant face, then raised his eyes to look at Kain in the distance.
His gaze was complex, as if mixed with over a decade of forbearance and unwillingness, and his voice was kept very low.
Kain happened to catch his gaze and raised his hand, dispelling the Susanoo behind him.
The dark gold chakra retracted entirely into his body like a receding tide.
The phantom of the hundred-meter-tall giant slowly melted into the wind, taking that intimidating pressure with it.
He took two steps toward Fugaku, his voice calm, yet every word clearly spread throughout the forest clearing.
“Lord Clan Head, there are no Konoha spies here, no wariness from the higher-ups, and certainly no eyes of Danzo hiding in the dark.
Why must you continue to hide it?” As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy forest instantly fell into dead silence.
Everyone’s eyes uniformly pinned onto Fugaku.
The wild ecstasy on their faces had not yet dissipated, but it was now covered by a thick layer of astonishment.
What did Kain mean by this?
Could it be…
the Clan Head…?
Everyone realized it.
They instantly held their breath, staring fixedly at Uchiha Fugaku standing there, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Fugaku looked at the pairs of astonished, expectant, or bewildered eyes before him.
A trace of conflict flashed across his face, followed by a trace of relief, and a trace of exhaustion suppressed for over a decade.
He slowly closed his eyes.
The moment he opened them again, three tomoe suddenly lit up in the depths of his scarlet eyes, then began to spin madly, faster and faster, eventually linking and merging into a pattern shaped like a sharp shuriken.
The demonic and cold Mangekyo Sharingan was now fully revealed to everyone.
“Man…
Mangekyo?!
It’s the Mangekyo Sharingan?!” A white-haired elder stumbled forward, his voice cracking terribly, his face full of disbelief.
“Lord Fugaku…
you actually awakened the Mangekyo too?!” The surroundings instantly exploded into an uproar.
In their eyes, this clan head had served for over a decade, always maintaining a gentle and forbearing demeanor.
He retreated step by step against the Konoha higher-ups and compromised at every turn against the village’s difficulties, like a pushover who only knew how to swallow his anger.
Many young clan members even privately felt that this clan head was too weak and simply couldn’t uphold the Uchiha’s prestige.
But who could have imagined that this clan head, who had endured for over a decade and was secretly cursed as trash by many, had actually long awakened the Uchiha’s legendary Mangekyo Sharingan?!
Someone couldn’t help but voice the doubt in everyone’s heart with a trembling tone: “Clan Head…
since you awakened the Mangekyo long ago, why…
why did you never reveal it when the clan suffered so many grievances and Lord Shisui died so unjustly?!” “Because the Mangekyo Sharingan has never been invincible.” Looking at the unresolved confusion and grievance on the surrounding clan members’ faces, Kain calmly spoke up.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it fell clearly into everyone’s ears.
“To put it bluntly, the Sharingan we are so proud of, and even the bloodline of our Uchiha clan, is fundamentally flawed.” “Wh…
What?!” These words were like a boulder smashing into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar.
All the clan members widened their eyes, looking at him in utter disbelief.
Even Fugaku frowned sharply, his eyes full of astonishment—regarding the Mangekyo’s curse of blindness, he had only considered it a backlash of the visual prowess, but never thought that the bloodline itself was the problem.
Seeing this, Kain casually took the scroll sealing Hashirama’s cells from Uchiha Kei’s hand.
He tapped his fingertips against the cold cylinder and continued, “The progenitor of our Uchiha is Otsutsuki Indra, and his father is the legendary Sage of Six Paths, Otsutsuki Hagoromo.” “Our ancestor Indra inherited the Sage of Six Paths’ Sage Eyes, eventually refining his own unique Eyes of Indra.
And the one-tomoe, two-tomoe, three-tomoe, and even the Mangekyo Sharingan we have now are, in essence, all degraded forms of the Eyes of Indra.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding clan members who were holding their breath, and continued, “By awakening the Mangekyo, our strength will instantly skyrocket, touching the threshold of Kage-level.
Every pair of Mangekyo has two unique, exclusive visual jutsu, as well as the third power hidden in all of our bloodlines that I just displayed—Susanoo.”