“Alright, I understand.” Fugaku didn’t ask a single extra question.
From the moment he decided to follow Kain and leave Konoha, he had completely entrusted the future of the Uchiha to this young man.
Naturally, he wouldn’t hesitate now.
Kain then raised his eyes, sweeping his gaze over the clan’s elites gathered before him, and methodically assigned tasks: “Uncle Kei, Uncle Tekka, the two of you take ten Jonin-level clansmen and scout the surrounding area.
Map out the terrain and clear out any potential threats along the way.” “Uncle Taohuo, Elder Setsuna, take the Chunin and above to set up a defensive perimeter around the camp.
Establish early warning barriers; we absolutely cannot allow any accidents to harm the elderly, women, or children of the clan.” “Everyone else, follow the clan head and build the temporary base.” The moment the orders fell, all the clansmen immediately sprang into action without the slightest delay.
The young and able-bodied ninjas grabbed their ninja tools and kunai, following Fugaku deep into the dense forest.
Their Sharingan scanned the thick, ancient trees, accurately picking out suitable timber for building the camp.
With swift and decisive strikes, trunks thick enough to require a person’s full embrace crashed to the ground.
Their movements were clean and efficient, not even a stray wood chip splashing onto anyone nearby.
The women, holding their children, cleared flat plots of land in the forest clearings.
They pitched simple tents, built windproof stoves, and properly arranged the dry rations, cooking utensils, and medical supplies they had brought with them.
The once empty and silent forest was soon filled with the faint, comforting scent of cooking smoke.
Uchiha Kei and Tekka, leading ten Jonin, instantly blurred into several afterimages as they dashed toward the north, south, east, and west.
In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the depths of the dense forest, leaving behind only the faint rustling of leaves and branches.
Taohuo and Uchiha Setsuna also fanned out with their teams.
Their Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun slowly as their majestic sensory abilities spread out, enveloping a radius of several kilometers around the camp into their alert zone.
The barrier squad ninjas had already crouched down, their fingertips tracing dense lines of chakra into the ground to carve out the early warning barriers.
Every node fit together seamlessly, leaving no room for even the slightest error.
Kain didn’t join the busy crowd.
With a leap, he bounded to the top of a massive boulder tens of meters high.
Facing the sea breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean, his gaze looked toward the depths of the island.
The Eyes of Indra within his eyes activated slightly.
A majestic sensory power spread out in all directions like a tidal wave, crossing the layers of towering ancient trees, passing over the rolling hills, and reaching all the way to the churning white waves on the other side of the island.
This island was far more expansive than he had anticipated.
Just the area his senses could steadily cover was already over a hundred times larger than the entire Konoha ninja village, not to mention the deeper parts of the island still hidden in the mist.
Kain made a rough calculation in his mind.
The land on this entire island was fertile, and the water sources were abundant.
Let alone feeding their thirteen thousand clansmen, even if their numbers multiplied tenfold to support a hundred thousand people, it would be more than enough.
Back in Konoha, they had been penned inside a walled compound.
Above them was the omnipresent surveillance of the Konoha higher-ups, and beside them were the fangs of Danzo hidden in the dark.
Even leaving the village required layers of reporting, and the slightest disturbance would result in being labeled as rebellious.
They lived every step in fear, forced to endure at every turn.
But now, this boundless land beneath their feet had no scheming, no dread, and no omnipresent spies.
It belonged entirely and solely to their Uchiha clan.
Kain gently rubbed his fingertips against his palm, a relieved smile curving his lips.
From the day he planned the evacuation from Konoha, what he wanted was never just to escape and eke out a meager existence.
He wanted to find a soil where the Uchiha, cursed for hundreds of years, could truly take root and grow wildly.
This isolated island was their new starting point.
Next, they needed to build an impregnable camp, figure out the rules of this world, and break the curse of blindness in their bloodline.
He would ensure that the name Uchiha was no longer the ‘evil clan’ dreaded by everyone in the ninja world, but a colossal behemoth that could truly stand firm on this magnificent sea.
He looked up toward the distant horizon where the sea met the sky.
The sea breeze fluttered his clothes, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Whether it was the sea or the New World, those so-called Four Emperors, Marines, and World Government could not stop the rise of the Uchiha.
From the moment they set foot on this land, the new era belonging to the Uchiha had already begun.
“Uncle, I’ll leave this place to you.
I plan to head out for a bit.” A moment later, Kain found Fugaku, who was planning the temporary base.
The man was crouching on the ground, holding a sharpened branch, meticulously sketching the camp’s layout on the flat dirt— Where to build the clansmen’s residences, where to set up fixed guard posts, where to seal the supply warehouses, and even the barrier nodes were marked clearly.
Hearing the voice, Fugaku looked up and stopped what he was doing.
“What is it?
Did you find something?” he asked, his brows furrowing slightly.
“Nothing special,” Kain shook his head.
“This world is dominated by sea routes.
I want to go to the coast and see if I can spot any passing ships, and also get a feel for the surrounding waters.” Fugaku was silent for a few seconds before nodding.
“I see…
That works too.
Take Yakumi and Yashiro with you.
Both are elite Jonin of the clan; having them look out for each other on the road will put my mind at ease.” “Alright,” Kain agreed, then added, “By the way, Uncle, this island is more than enough for us to rest and recuperate.
If we use the supplies we brought sparingly, it will be more than enough to last a year.
Once the camp is built, have the clan’s ninjas help clear the surrounding wasteland and hand it over to the ordinary clansmen for farming.
Let’s establish a solid foundation first.
After we rest for a while and figure out the rules of this world, we can make our next plans.” “Yeah, I know what to do,” Fugaku looked at him, his tone steady.
“Go on, and be careful.” “Got it.” Watching Kain’s figure disappear into the branches and leaves of the dense forest, the branch in Fugaku’s hand slowly lowered.
He sighed softly, hesitation and contemplation churning in his eyes.
He was wondering whether he should completely hand over the position of the Uchiha clan head to Kain.