“This is the guardian deity known as the God of Destruction.
It can withstand the full brunt of an S-rank ninjutsu and possesses destructive power on par with a Tailed Beast.
It is also the very foundation of why we Uchiha are called the descendants of gods.” Kain’s tone suddenly darkened.
“But this power carries a fatal curse.
Because our bloodline is incomplete, every time the visual prowess of the Mangekyo Sharingan is used, it permanently depletes.
It is nearly impossible to regenerate on its own.
When that visual prowess is completely exhausted, every single one of us will face the exact same end.” He looked up, meeting their gazes, and enunciated every syllable.
“Blindness.” A deathly silence instantly fell over the forest.
Blindness.
The word was like an ice-tempered blade, stabbing ruthlessly into the heart of every Uchiha present.
For the Uchiha, whose very bloodline, glory, and foundation rested upon the Sharingan, losing their eyes was a hundred times crueler than outright death.
In an instant, everyone understood.
They understood why Fugaku, despite having awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan long ago, had kept it hidden for over a decade.
He had chosen to let his clan misunderstand him as weak and allowed Konoha to push them to the brink, all because he absolutely refused to use this power lightly.
Even with Kage-level strength, every time he struck, he was overdrawing his own light.
Once his visual prowess was exhausted, he would become nothing more than a sitting duck.
This power was never a badge of glory; it was poison coated in honey.
Realizing this, the wild ecstasy on the clan members’ faces gradually faded, replaced by an unshakable mix of complex emotions and bitter reluctance.
Some clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug deeply into their palms, yet they didn’t utter a single sound.
“Is there…
truly no way around it?” Uchiha Tekka took a step forward, looking at Kain with eyes full of unwillingness.
He had witnessed the apocalyptic power of Susanoo with his own eyes, and now knowing the terrible price behind it, he felt as though a red-hot coal was lodged in his chest, burning him from the inside out.
But Kain suddenly chuckled.
Tapping the scroll in his hand lightly against Tekka’s arm, he spoke with a hint of exasperation, yet brimming with absolute confidence.
“Uncle Tekka, at least give me a moment to finish speaking.
I never said this was an unbreakable dead end.” “Eh?
There’s actually a solution?” At those words, even the usually composed Uchiha Kei abruptly stepped forward, unable to hide the sheer astonishment on his face.
Kain waved the scroll in his hand, raising an eyebrow with a grin.
“Why else do you think I went through so much trouble having you raid the Root base to snatch this back?
For fun?” “Is it Hashirama’s cells?” Uchiha Yakumi blurted out, his pupils shrinking.
“Exactly.
Hashirama’s cells.” Kain nodded.
Tapping the sealing formula on the scroll, he explained slowly, “The ancestor of the Senju and Uzumaki clans is Otsutsuki Ashura, the younger brother of our ancestor, Otsutsuki Indra.” “Our ancestor, Indra, inherited the Sage of Six Paths’ Sage’s Eyes, walking the path of Yin Release.
Ashura, on the other hand, inherited the Sage’s Body, walking the path of Yang Release.
The most terrifying aspect of the Sage’s Body is its near-immortal healing factor and an innate, extraordinary perception of natural energy.” He paused, sweeping his gaze over the raptly attentive eyes around him, and continued, “As the old saying goes, Yin and Yang cannot exist without one another.
Our Uchiha’s Sharingan is the absolute pinnacle of Yin Release, while the Senju’s Sage’s Body is the apex of Yang Release.
The two share the exact same origin; they are meant to complement and give life to each other.” “As the reincarnation of Ashura, Hashirama Senju possessed a Sage’s Body that was scarcely inferior to the progenitor Ashura himself.
His cells can defy fate itself—drastically enhancing a person’s physical constitution, chakra reserves, and healing capabilities.
They can even allow an ordinary person to touch the threshold of natural energy.” At this point, Kain’s tone sharpened, every word striking the core of the clan members’ hearts.
“But for us Uchiha, the most crucial point is this: these cells can activate our bloodline and stimulate the evolution of the Sharingan.
Especially for the Mangekyo Sharingan, it can completely mend the flaws in our bloodline, allowing depleted visual prowess to regenerate on its own.
It will utterly shatter the curse of blindness.” A collective gasp echoed through the surroundings.
The heavy gloom that had just settled over the crowd was instantly swept away by his words.
Fists clenched once more, breathing grew heavy, and the light of hope reignited in their eyes.
Seeing their reactions, Kain let out a soft chuckle and added, “Not to mention, our Three-Tomoe Sharingan naturally suppresses the backlash of Hashirama’s cells.
Compared to outsiders who get devoured by the cells and turn into a puddle of rotting flesh upon transplantation, our Uchiha’s success rate is magnitudes higher.” “Of course, this currently only applies to those who have awakened the Mangekyo,” he pivoted, adding a note of caution.
“The suppression from a Three-Tomoe is still a bit too weak.
We’ll have to wait until we’ve optimized and modified the cells, fully grasping their intricacies, before we can safely transplant them into everyone else.” “Alright, it’s too early to dwell on that now.
The most pressing matter is to figure out our current surroundings.” Seeing the irrepressible excitement and fervor on his clansmen’s faces, Kain spoke up to pull everyone’s thoughts back to reality.
His tone was calm but carried an unquestionable weight.
Hearing this, Fugaku nodded and looked at him.
“Kain, you chose this destination.
Do you know where we are right now?” “Yeah.” Kain gave a slight nod.
“We are no longer in our original ninja world.
This world is dominated by endless seas, dotted with countless islands, each with its own unique culture and rules.
Its territory is vastly larger than the ninja world we came from.” He paused before continuing, “The people here possess absurdly formidable physical strength.
The top-tier fighters can even tank our S-rank ninjutsu head-on.
Beyond that, this world has its own unique power system called Haki, though I haven’t fully grasped its specific training methods yet.” The moment the system fully activated, he had already learned the name of the world beneath his feet—the One Piece world.
A colossal world enveloped by boundless oceans and composed of tens of thousands of islands.
Bizarre Devil Fruits, supreme powerhouses whose physical bodies reached the realm of gods, and that unique power system known as Haki—these were the core foundations of this world.
However, exactly which sea or island they had landed on was something they would have to explore to find out.
With that in mind, Kain turned to Fugaku and instructed, “Uncle, please lead the clan to cut down some nearby trees so we can build a temporary shelter and camp.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Otaku_Senpaii Want more chapters?