Uchiha Clan Assembly

Konoha Year 37, early autumn.

Naka Shrine.

The current clan head, Uchiha Setsuna, sat solemnly at the center of the highest seat, his eagle-like gaze sweeping over the clansmen present.

Today, every Uchiha in attendance had Magatama in their eyes.

It seemed that the Uchiha Clan's elite had all gathered.

"Hanma, step forward," Uchiha Setsuna said in a deep voice.

A burly young man slowly rose from the front row and walked toward the center.

His physique was exceptionally imposing. His limbs were astonishingly thick, yet there was not a trace of slackness or bloatedness to them.

Combined with his two-meter height, he naturally exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Yet his features were not fierce. He could be called ruggedly handsome, wearing a loose Haori with an elegant Shimenawa casually tied around his waist.

Judging by his attire alone, he actually possessed the noble bearing of someone from the Daimyo's Mansion.

Standing in the center, the young man casually nodded at Setsuna in greeting, his gaze sweeping across every clansman seated there...

Among the crowd, even some clansmen with Three Tomoe felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer when they met his eyes, and could not help sighing inwardly:

"No wonder he is known as the perfect weapon—Uchiha Hanma!"

At a glance, Hanma's muscles looked as though they had been forged from iron and cast in bronze, reflecting a metallic texture beneath the sunlight.

The power contained within them seemed almost tangible, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.

From his physical hardware alone, it was not hard to see that Hanma's mastery of Taijutsu had already surpassed ordinary comprehension.

Uchiha Setsuna looked at him, a trace of helplessness and emotion appearing on his face as he slowly said:

"Congratulations, Hanma. You have broken Konoha's rule of the past thirty years by becoming a Jonin through pure Taijutsu."

"The entire clan is thrilled by your progress, but we still hope you will focus on developing your Sharingan and set an excellent example for the younger generation..."

"After all, the Sharingan that represents our bloodline is the foundation upon which the Uchiha Clan stands."

Uchiha Setsuna met Hanma's gaze, the three Magatama in his eyes slowly spinning.

Yet the young man before him remained as calm as still water, ignoring his ocular power.

"So it is true, Hanma. Have you already walked a path of your own...?"

Uchiha Setsuna sighed helplessly to himself.

Within the Uchiha Clan, which took pride in ocular techniques, Hanma's immersion in Taijutsu had initially been seen by many clansmen as a provocation against their bloodline.

But as Hanma's strength continued to rise, even veteran clansmen with Three Tomoe had suffered humiliating defeats in sparring matches against him. The younger Uchiha generation gradually began to change their views of him.

Taijutsu seemed... like a pretty good choice too?

The Uchiha Clan had always revered strength above all else.

Even as clan head, Setsuna could not correct a clansman capable of ignoring his Sharingan.

Hanma crossed his arms, stared directly into Uchiha Setsuna's Sharingan, and said flatly:

"I do not care much about becoming a Jonin. After all, if I disobey the Hokage Building again someday, I might just get suspended."

"Enough! Say no more!"

Uchiha Setsuna interrupted Hanma helplessly.

This fellow truly gave face to no one. Even before him, the clan head, he showed not the slightest reverence.

This strange outlier of the clan was not only immensely strong, but also the son of the renowned Kagami Uchiha. Neither the clan nor the Hokage's faction had any way to deal with him.

Even Shimura Danzō had suffered plenty at his hands.

Thinking of that, Setsuna unconsciously smiled. His mood immediately brightened, and he announced loudly:

"In any case, let us celebrate Hanma's promotion to Jonin!"

"Congratulations, Senior Hanma!"

The Uchiha offered Hanma enthusiastic congratulations. Some of the younger clansmen clapped until their palms turned red, yet still refused to stop.

Hanma smiled and waved in response to the enthusiastic clansmen, then readily accepted the letter appointing him as a Taijutsu instructor and slowly returned to his seat.

However.

Even when he merely sat there quietly.

Hanma's faint yet bloodthirsty, savage aura made the surrounding Uchiha feel waves of discomfort.

Some clansmen with weaker constitutions even had to secretly circulate Chakra just to barely resist it, so they would not embarrass themselves in such a serious setting.

A young man of around eighteen, with two tear troughs on his face, endured that pressure and proactively came over to chat familiarly with Hanma:

"Brother Hanma, I have always supported you. How can something like the Sharingan compare to your fists?"

This young man was Uchiha Fugaku, later known as the "Fierce Eye."

He was also the father of the dutiful son Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke.

Ever since Hanma had transmigrated, he had tormented himself with Taijutsu training like an ascetic, leaving his nerves perpetually taut.

To ease the pressure, he enjoyed visiting distinctive taverns and chatting with elders and peers.

As an Uchiha, his humorous way of speaking had unexpectedly earned him some popularity among Konoha residents of all ages.

For example, Fugaku often sought Hanma's guidance on Taijutsu training.

Hanma flicked Fugaku's forehead in amusement and said:

"You brat, you are nearly twenty and still only have Two Tomoe. How embarrassing."

"Ah, not everyone can compare to you! You are such a freak even without awakening your eyes!"

Fugaku curled his lips, looking helpless.

Hanma shook his head and stopped bickering with him. Closing his eyes in thought, several lines of vigorous, powerful words appeared in his mind.

Throughout Hanma's Taijutsu training, he could obtain certain Entries akin to achievements, granting him special abilities.

Each of these Entries possessed exceptionally domineering effects. They were the foundation upon which Hanma had built his unique Taijutsu system.

As Hanma continued to grow—for instance, by gaining Enlightenment through training or having his body absorb sufficient energy—his Entries would have opportunities to advance.

And if, when an Entry advanced, he sacrificed material containing related extraordinary properties, its evolution could become even stronger, granting more powerful Entry effects.

In the twenty-three years since his transmigration, Hanma had fought and struggled throughout the Shinobi World, experiencing countless real battles and gaining quite a harvest. He had acquired six core Entries.

Unified Origin: Your spirit and body are closely connected and inseparable. Before Genjutsu can affect your spirit or soul, it must first shake your body.

(Note 1: There is a certain conversion limit.)

Heaven and Earth Furnace: Although you are a ninja, Chakra is not your foundation. You can absorb this energy to stabilize and strengthen your body.

Taijutsu Expert: You have comprehended the Taijutsu of various schools, gradually integrating them through imitation. Your combat techniques have reached perfection, and your use of force is extraordinary.

Savage Growth: Your body's immunity and self-healing abilities are greatly enhanced. After recovering from various forms of harm, your defenses against them gain a minor damage-reduction effect.

(Note 1: There is a certain improvement limit.)

Wild Domain: After countless battles to the death, your aura has become dangerous and filled with malice. Living beings around you will feel an indescribable sense of anxiety and lose their fighting spirit.

Steel Bones and Iron Muscles: Your bone density and muscle density have already surpassed the bounds of humanity. Constructs of steel are meaningless before you.

These Entries were what twenty-three-year-old Hanma had fought for, fist by fist and palm by palm.

Whenever he looked upon these fruits of his hard work, Hanma always felt a solid sense of security.

Today was an extraordinary day as well!

After years of relentless effort and tempering, one of his Entries was finally about to transform and evolve, granting Hanma an even greater boost.

He no longer paid attention to the surrounding clansmen's chatter. It was nothing more than the usual disputes with the Hokage Building.

Those rotten matters had remained unresolved for over thirty years since the village's founding.

Hanma assumed a meditative posture, his aura growing increasingly solemn as he focused his will on the Taijutsu Entries in his mind.

The blackness of "Wild Domain" began to peel away. The lettering trembled continuously, slowly revealing a captivating yet dangerous red!