“The heavens haven’t abandoned the Uchiha!” Someone suddenly fell to their knees and kowtowed heavily toward Shin, their voice filled with decades of suppressed grievances and wild joy.
“We, the Uchiha, can finally stand tall again!”
“Hahahaha!
It’s the Mangekyo!
It’s the power Lord Madara used to sweep across the Ninja World back then!
The legend of our Uchiha has returned!”
Frenzied laughter and choked cheers erupted in the forest.
The older generation of clansmen, their eyes rimmed with red, looked up at the towering giant as if looking at the sun rising in a moment of despair.
Meanwhile, the younger clansmen, seeing their usually steady and composed elders acting so crazed, were filled with confusion and shock.
“Dad?
What’s going on?” A young boy who had just awakened a One-Tomoe Sharingan timidly tugged at his father’s sleeve, his face full of bewilderment.
“What is the Mangekyo Sharingan?
Isn’t our Sharingan supposed to only have one to Three-Tomoe?”
“And who is Lord Madara?
What kind of power did Master Shin awaken?”
“This giant…
it’s too terrifying.
Just standing here, I can’t even breathe…”
No one blamed them for their ignorance.
After Uchiha Madara left back then, the clan lacked an absolute powerhouse capable of suppressing everyone.
To seize that legendary power capable of changing one’s fate, the Mangekyo Sharingan, Izanagi, and the heritage of forbidden techniques became the fuses for fratricide.
Years of internal strife severely depleted the Uchiha’s strength until a woman named Uchiha Naori stepped forward and barely managed to quell the catastrophe.
Since then, to prevent the tragedy from repeating, successive clan heads and the council of elders strictly sealed the existence of the Mangekyo Sharingan and Izanagi in the deepest parts of the Naka Shrine, making them taboos that only the clan’s core high-ranking members could touch.
Aside from those at the pinnacle of power like Fugaku and Setsuna, the ordinary clansmen—especially these teenagers—had long forgotten the Uchiha’s strongest power in the dust of time.
Now, seeing the almost devout fervor in their elders’ eyes and looking at the dark-gold giant radiating a terrifying pressure, the younger clansmen finally realized—they were witnessing the birth of a new legend for the Uchiha Clan right before their eyes.
That pressure, which could send shivers down one’s spine even from a hundred meters away, was no longer a suffocating threat but the most indestructible barrier capable of protecting their entire clan.
Uchiha Sasuke gripped his father’s hem with his small hand and gave it a gentle tug.
His little face was full of confusion as he looked up timidly and asked, “Father…
what is Susanoo?
And the Mangekyo…
what is that?”
“Susanoo…”
Fugaku looked down at his son’s innocent face, then looked up at Shin not far away.
His gaze was as complex as if decades of endurance and resentment had been mixed into it, and his voice was kept very low.
Shin happened to catch his gaze and raised his hand to dissipate the Susanoo behind him.
The dark-gold Chakra withdrew into his body like a receding tide, and the hundred-meter-tall phantom giant slowly dissolved into the wind, taking the intimidating pressure with it.
He took two steps toward Fugaku, his voice calm yet every word clearly reaching everyone in the forest clearing.
“Lord Clan Head, there are no Konoha spies here, no wariness from the higher-ups, and certainly no eyes of Danzo hidden in the shadows.
Why must you keep hiding?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy forest instantly fell into a dead silence.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Fugaku.
The wild joy on their faces hadn’t even faded before it was replaced by a thick layer of shock.
What did Shin mean by that?
Could it be…
the Clan Head…?
Everyone realized what was happening.
They held their breath instantly, staring intently at Uchiha Fugaku standing there, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Fugaku looked at the eyes before him—some shocked, some expectant, some confused.
A flash of hesitation, relief, and the fatigue of over a decade passed over his face.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the moment he opened them again, Three-Tomoe suddenly lit up in his crimson eyes.
They began to spin frantically, faster and faster, until they finally connected and merged, transforming into a pattern shaped like sharp shuriken.
The eerie and cold Mangekyo Sharingan was revealed before everyone.
“The…
Mangekyo?!
It’s the Mangekyo Sharingan?!” A white-haired elder suddenly stumbled forward, his voice cracking uncontrollably, his face full of disbelief.
“Lord Fugaku…
you’ve actually awakened the Mangekyo too?!”
The surroundings instantly erupted in a commotion.
In their eyes, this man had been the clan head for over a decade, always maintaining a gentle and enduring demeanor, retreating step by step before the Konoha higher-ups, and compromising at every turn against the Village’s difficulties, like a pushover who only knew how to swallow his pride.
Many younger clansmen even felt in private that the clan head was too weak and simply couldn’t uphold the Uchiha’s reputation.
But who could have imagined that this clan head, who had endured for over ten years and had been secretly cursed as a waste by many, had actually awakened the Uchiha’s legendary Mangekyo Sharingan long ago?!
Someone couldn’t help but ask with a trembling voice the doubt in everyone’s hearts: “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 under such mysterious circumstances?!”
“Because the Mangekyo Sharingan has never been invincible.”
Seeing the deep confusion and grievance on the faces of the clansmen around him, Shin spoke calmly.
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it fell clearly into everyone’s ears.
“To put it bluntly, the Sharingan we take pride in, and even our Uchiha Clan’s bloodline, is flawed at its very root.”
“Wh…
what?!”
These words were like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar.
All the clansmen widened their eyes, looking at him in disbelief.
Even Fugaku suddenly frowned, his eyes filled with shock—he had only considered the curse of blindness from the Mangekyo as a backlash from the Dojutsu, never thinking that it was a problem with the bloodline itself.
Seeing this, Shin casually took the scroll containing Hashirama cells from Uchiha Kai’s hand.
He tapped the cold casing with his fingertips and continued, “The ancestor of our Uchiha is Otsutsuki Indra.
His father is the legendary Six Paths Sage, Otsutsuki Hagoromo.”
“Ancestor Indra inherited the Sage’s Eyes from the Six Paths Sage and eventually refined his own unique Eyes of Indra.
Our current One-Tomoe, Two-Tomoe, and Three-Tomoe, and even the Mangekyo Sharingan, are essentially degenerated forms of the Eyes of Indra.”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the clansmen who were holding their breath, and continued, “By awakening the Mangekyo, our strength will skyrocket instantly, reaching the threshold of Kage-level..
Every pair of Mangekyo possesses two unique and exclusive Dojutsu, as well as the third power I just demonstrated, which is hidden within each of our bloodlines—Susanoo.”