The corner of Shin’s mouth curled into a cold smile.
Facing the direction outside the barrier, he slowly raised his hand and made a clean, decisive throat-slitting gesture.
Then, he turned around and jerked his chin toward the people around him.
“Let’s go.
We’re going home.”
Qi, Tōka, and the others responded in unison, stepping into the deep blue light of the teleportation one by one, their figures vanishing instantly.
In the secret room, only Shin and Fugaku remained.
Fugaku took one last look at the entrance of the secret room and the clan compound he had guarded his entire life.
A flash of melancholy crossed his eyes, only to be replaced by resolve.
He took a deep breath and nodded to Shin.
“Let’s go.”
The two stepped into the blue light of the teleportation array side-by-side.
The light suddenly surged, illuminating the entire secret room with a brilliant white glare, before instantly retracting and returning to silence.
The entire Uchiha Clan Compound was now completely empty.
All that remained was the still-blazing Flame Sun Array, firmly shielding the vacant manor, locking out all the anger, resentment, and madness from the outside world.
Meanwhile, those Uchiha Clan Members, whom the Konoha higher-ups regarded as a thorn in their side, had already taken the clan’s heritage and sparks of hope to a New World that the village would never find.
When Uchiha Xia Yin opened his eyes again, the first thing that hit him was a sea breeze carrying a salty tang, while the crisp scent of vegetation mixed with sea salt lingered at the tip of his nose.
Before him lay a continuous stretch of primeval forest.
The branches and leaves of towering ancient trees blotted out the sun, leaving only fragmented spots of light to fall upon the fertile black soil beneath his feet.
In a clearing in the woods not far away, the Uchiha Clan Members sat in small groups of two or three.
With the continuous teleportations over and the tension of the past few days suddenly lifted, exhaustion was plain on everyone’s faces.
Yet, their eyes held the relief of having escaped death.
Some spoke in low voices, while others silently organized their belongings and supplies.
Even the atmosphere in the air had shifted from the previous state of daggers-drawn hostility to a relaxed calm.
At that moment, a system notification that only he could hear rang out clearly in his mind:
[Congratulations to the host for completing the novice mission.
The Uchiha Clan System is fully activated.
The Novice Gift Pack has been delivered to the host’s inventory.]
Shin thought silently, “Open Novice Gift Pack.”
[Congratulations to the host for opening the Novice Gift Pack.
Reward obtained: Eyes of Indra!]
[Eyes of Indra: Derived from the original bloodline power of the Ninja Creed founder, Ōtsutsuki Indra.
It is a branch originating from the God Tree’s Rinnegan, possessing bloodline potential comparable to the original Ōtsutsuki Clan.
It allows for the infinite refinement of ocular power without the risk of backlash.]
The moment the system finished speaking, a cool and gentle power instantly surged into his eyes.
The soreness and fatigue caused by the continuous activation of the Sharingan vanished instantly, like parched land meeting a spring rain.
Even his vision became clearer than ever before; he could distinctly see the flight paths of insects flapping their wings in the woods a hundred meters away.
“Eyes of Indra…”
As Shin repeated these words in his mind, a fragment of long-buried memory surfaced.
He remembered that the founder of the Ninja Creed, Indra, could already manifest Susanoo at the Three-Tomoe Sharingan stage.
These eyes could even autonomously recover consumed ocular power; he was only unable to unlock the Perfect Form due to the limitations of his total Chakra reserves at the time.
What about himself?
As soon as this thought emerged, it was like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly stirring up massive waves in his heart.
Shin slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking completely into the bloodline power within them.
The next second, a surge of dark gold Chakra erupted from his body, carrying a chilling and domineering aura that swept through the surroundings like a tide.
Driven by his will, the churning Chakra slowly condensed.
First, a pale white skeletal arm reached out from the phantom, its joints distinct and carrying a sense of indestructible power.
“Not enough, still not enough!”
Shin’s mind was locked tightly onto the surging Chakra, with only one thought in his heart: “This initial form of Susanoo can’t even block the attacks of Kage-level experts.
I need to be stronger!”
He snapped his eyes open, the crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan spinning frantically within them, almost merging into the shape of a windmill.
The dark gold Chakra surged like a tsunami.
The massive half-body phantom behind him slowly solidified—first the pale bones, then the meridians wrapping around them, followed by flesh and skin.
A layer of heavy, dark gold armor slowly covered the body, every line exuding an ancient and domineering aura.
Finally, with a deafening roar, the massive phantom fully solidified.
The resulting airwave caused the surrounding leaves to rustle loudly, and even the ground trembled slightly.
“This…
how is this possible?!”
Uchiha Fugaku, who had been standing guard nearby, suddenly stood up.
His face was a mask of utter bewilderment and shock.
His crimson Sharingan manifested uncontrollably as he stared fixedly at the towering phantom.
The clan members, who had been weary and lost, all stood up in unison.
Each of them widened their eyes, watching this soul-stirring scene with expressions of pure disbelief.
It was a half-body giant over a hundred meters tall, entirely covered in heavy, dark gold armor.
Faint golden light flowed through the patterns of the armor, exuding an indestructible, domineering aura.
At the giant’s waist hung a sharp, massive longblade.
The blade was straight, and its edge shimmered with a cold, sharp light—exactly the form engraved in Shin’s soul from his previous life.
Looking at the familiar longblade at the giant’s waist, a smile couldn’t help but curl on Shin’s lips.
A tang heng-style blade.
He had long heard that Susanoo’s weapons would be shaped by the host’s will and deepest obsessions.
He hadn’t expected that these Eyes of Indra would actually transform his obsession with the pinnacle of Chinese cold weaponry from his previous life into this Hengdao, becoming his unique Susanoo divine weapon.
“Is this…
Susanoo?!”
A soul-shaken murmur broke the silence of the forest.
Uchiha Setsuna froze in place, the shock on his face practically overflowing.
His eyes were wide as he stared intently at the dark gold giant, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
As soon as he said this, the older generation of Uchiha Clan Members, whose temples were tinged with frost, were momentarily stunned.
Then, a prairie fire of excitement instantly ignited in their eyes.
The depression and confusion that had weighed on their hearts due to leaving their homeland vanished in an instant.
“Susanoo?!
Is it…
is it the same Susanoo as Lord Madara?!” someone stammered, their voice laced with uncontrollable sobbing.
They gripped the arm of the person next to them so tightly that their knuckles turned white.
“It’s the Mangekyo!
It’s our Uchiha clan’s legendary Mangekyo Sharingan!”
“There’s no mistake!
Only the Mangekyo Sharingan can manifest Susanoo!
Young Master Shin!
Young Master Shin has awakened the Mangekyo!”