It Is Called the Sharingan

"Such a pity! It's actually a Waste Spirit! What a waste of that Innate Full Soul Power!" Su Yuntao said as he looked at Tang San's small frame, half disappointed and half regretful.

"Xiao San, it's okay! Talent can be made up for through hard work!" Madara patted Tang San on the shoulder to comfort him. Madara thought of that terrifying powerhouse he had acknowledged as the strongest in taijutsu. So what if one lacked talent? Countless efforts were enough to crush every genius in the Shinobi World.

"It's okay! Brother, I understand!" Tang San forced a smile, doing his best to hide his regret and disappointment.

But his mood soon calmed again. He firmly believed that with the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he could still carve out a place for himself in this world. Madara, standing nearby, saw it all.

If Xiao San was unable to advance in the future, perhaps Madara could have him cultivate that Forbidden Jutsu in a few years.

Back when Madara's Chakra had reached a bottleneck and repeated attempts had failed to break through, he had begun searching for ways to strengthen his combat power. In his view, that Forbidden Jutsu of Konoha was the best choice.

But for now, he was still young. Having one more trump card was not a bad thing, so he decided to train his body every day.

"Sigh, how naive. If hard work were enough, what would geniuses be for?!" Bitterness flashed through Su Yuntao's eyes.

"Alright! Continue!"

Madara stepped forward and closed his eyes. His heart was as still as an ancient well. No matter what his Spirit was, it could not stop him from becoming stronger.

Countless golden specks of light, like mischievous sprites, frolicked freely around Madara before converging upon his eyes as one.

"That's right, this familiar feeling!" The corners of Madara's lips rose slightly.

The next moment, Madara's tightly shut eyes flew open, gleaming with a blood-red light. Two tomoe slowly revolved around each of his pupils.

"This is... an eye Spirit!" Su Yuntao was somewhat excited. After all, if a genius appeared in one of the villages under his jurisdiction, it would bring him considerable benefits as well.

"It is called the Sharingan!" Madara said solemnly, his voice filled with excitement.

"Then hurry and test your Soul Power!" Su Yuntao impatiently stuffed the Crystal Ball into Madara's uninjured right hand, looking even more excited than Madara, the one undergoing Spirit Awakening.

Madara ignored the excited Su Yuntao. He sensed that his Chakra seemed to be drawn toward it, and immediately understood that Chakra was vaguely connected to a Soul Master's Soul Power. Thus, he did not resist.

The same brilliant radiance, the same eye-catching display, and the same jaws dropping to the floor.

"Another... another Innate Full Soul Power!" Su Yuntao swallowed and stammered.

Tang San rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Brother's talent is that good?"

The trembling children nearby also stood there with their mouths wide open.

"So scary, sob sob sob!"

"That's amazing!"

"Hahahaha! Excellent, I, Uchiha Madara, have returned!" Madara looked at the Sharingan reflected on the surface of the Crystal Ball, as though he had returned to the days when he roamed the Shinobi World and looked down upon all beneath heaven.

"Hahahaha! Little friend, your talent is so outstanding. Would you like to join our Spirit Hall?" Having recovered his senses, Su Yuntao was overjoyed. He had truly found a treasure this time!

Su Yuntao felt that his judgment had indeed been good. How could an ordinary child possibly hunt a Spirit Beast? As expected, he was a monster!

"Spirit Hall? Not interested!" Madara returned to his usual cold expression and replied indifferently.

"Good, I'll immediately... Wait, what did you say?" Su Yuntao's smile froze on his face.

"I said, not interested!" Madara said bluntly.

"Madara, do you know? Your talent is unprecedented. With Spirit Hall's training, you may break through to Soul Douluo in the future, or even become a Titled Douluo!" Su Yuntao still refused to give up, tightly gripping Madara's shoulders with both hands.

"Are you forcing me?" Madara felt a tearing pain in his injured left arm, and his expression turned cold.

Uchiha Madara was a fierce tiger who had roamed the Shinobi World. He would never allow others to place shackles on him and turn him into a hunting dog.

Unless it was someone Madara acknowledged, who could make him yield slightly, no one had ever dared order him to bow and scrape before those lofty figures looking down upon the world.

"You should know that I'm doing this for your own good! With talent like yours, you shouldn't be buried!" Su Yuntao said anxiously.

"Silence! If I'm unwilling, then I'm unwilling! Do you think you have no selfish motives in this?" Madara's eyes released a sharp light like arrows. His Sharingan had unknowingly activated, flickering with a blood-colored glow that made him appear especially terrifying.

Su Yuntao looked into Madara's emotionless eyes. His heart shook violently, and he released Madara's hands before taking two steps back.

Su Yuntao soon regained his senses. That was right. If he forced this boy to join Spirit Hall, the boy would surely harbor resentment. In the future, whether he used Spirit Hall's power or sought revenge on him directly, Su Yuntao would not have an easy time.

"Have you really thought this through? If you change your mind in the future, you can come find me again!" Su Yuntao said unwillingly.

"Xiao San, let's go!" Madara ignored him and strode out of the hall.

"Brother, wait for me!" Tang San was far calmer than Madara. Only after observing that Su Yuntao had no killing intent did he let out a breath of relief and chase after Madara, who had already gone far ahead.

Su Yuntao watched Madara's retreating back with a complicated expression. After a long while, he sighed helplessly and proceeded to awaken the Spirits of the remaining children.

"Brother, you were too impulsive!" Tang San ran to Madara's side and said after catching his breath.

Tang San felt that this adopted brother of his was truly too impulsive. Something that could clearly have been resolved through gentler means had instead been turned into a tense confrontation.

"Xiao San, are you also telling me to kneel and submit beneath the feet of gods?" Madara, still angered, demanded furiously.

Tang San quickly waved his hands and explained, "No! But that's not how you should refuse someone. You should have thought it through more carefully!"

"You embarrassed him. What if he becomes enraged out of humiliation and retaliates?"

"He doesn't have the guts!" Madara said disdainfully. He had long noticed that Su Yuntao was timid and lacked even the slightest air of bloodshed. Otherwise, a two-ring Soul Grandmaster would not be running errands through villages.

He was basically a Soul Master with no ambition, no background, and no ability.

"What happened to you two little ones? Did you anger Lord Soul Master?" Jack, who had remained outside, had also heard the argument within the hall and asked anxiously.

"Village Chief Grandpa, we're fine!" Tang San replied.

"Fine? Hmph! Little Madara, it's not that I want to criticize you..." Old Jack was furious at how recklessly Madara and Tang San had acted.

"Go home first! Once Lord Soul Master calms down, everything will be fine!" The Village Chief waved his hand, urging the two to hurry home and avoid trouble.

When they returned home, they were surprised to find that Tang Hao was neither forging nor resting in his room. Instead, he sat beside the anvil, drinking while waiting for Madara and Tang San to return.

"You're back?" Tang Hao took a drunken swig of alcohol, showing no concern whatsoever for their Spirits.

"Yes, Spirit Hall recruited me today!" Madara went straight to the point.

"You agreed?" Tang Hao, whose mind had been muddled, suddenly sobered up. A flash of hatred passed through his eyes.

"No. Did you want me to agree?" Madara stared at the despondent Tang Hao before him, having taken in the resentment in Tang Hao's eyes.

Silence fell between the two. Even Tang San, who had not said a word, could sense the heavy atmosphere.

At that moment, the oppressive atmosphere was interrupted by Old Jack shouting from outside, "Tang Hao! Are you home?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. What are you shouting for?" Tang Hao said angrily, his tone filled with impatience.

Jack said irritably, "Today was the day your two sons underwent Spirit Awakening. Don't you know how important that is? Every other family has both parents accompanying their children, but you're still the same as always."

Only then did Tang Hao seem to remember to ask about their Spirits. His gaze shifted to Tang San and Madara as he asked, "Did your Spirits awaken? What are your Spirits?"

Madara folded his arms and answered sparingly, "Sharingan!" As he spoke, he manifested his Spirit again.

"A Body Martial Soul? Not bad!" Tang Hao gave a cold compliment.

Tang San continued, "Father, my Spirit is Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?" For some reason, Tang Hao, who had been indifferent to the two boys' Spirit Awakening, suddenly trembled as though struck by lightning when he heard that Tang San's Spirit was Blue Silver Grass.