A strong body, a youthful appearance, and a face that was unfamiliar yet somehow familiar.
This was Setsuna now. With a single glance of genjutsu, he controlled the Konoha ninja guarding the gates, forcibly entered the village, and returned to the Uchiha compound with an air of forceful arrogance.
"Fools, you don't even recognize me? Mangekyō Sharingan!" Setsuna sneered at the clansmen blocking his way and immediately activated his Mangekyō.
Powerful ocular strength, along with an evil and tainted aura far surpassing that of other Mangekyō, washed over them and stunned everyone at once.
"Th-That's the Mangekyō Sharingan?!"
"There's no mistake! A six-pointed-star Mangekyō—we've never heard of it before, but it is undoubtedly the Mangekyō Sharingan!"
"May I ask who you are, sir? You seem familiar, but I can't recall where I've seen you."
The Uchiha clansmen immediately became deeply respectful.
The Mangekyō Sharingan. As long as one possessed these eyes, one would naturally earn the Uchiha clan's recognition and respect. Even without fighting, merely revealing those eyes could make Uchiha instinctively feel a sense of kinship.
There was no need to consider whether he was friend or foe. Aside from a very small number of Uchiha, most members of the clan cared far more about strength and the rank of one's eyes than such trivial matters.
This was especially true of the radicals. They were the most restless bunch, always eager to stir up trouble, and they felt the strongest sense of kinship toward the Mangekyō users in the Eye Organization and Akatsuki.
"Hmph, what are your Sharingan even for if you can't recognize me?!" Setsuna barked.
Yet that arrogant, condescending attitude did not anger them. Instead, it made them revere him even more.
That was right. Someone with the Mangekyō Sharingan ought to act like this. This unfamiliar