A Desperate Battle, Awakenings One After Another

Dragging his heavily wounded body, Madara walked toward the others step by step.

His bloodstained clothes and broken left arm were enough to show how brutal his battle had been.

Yet Uchiha Madara still wore an arrogant, unruly expression. Holding his blade in one hand, he pointed it at the grim-faced Nara Kensuke from afar.

Behind him, an Akimichi Clan jonin had been decapitated.

The sword wound on his chest showed that he had indeed been injured and killed in a head-on battle.

"How is that possible?" Nara Kensuke looked dazed, unable to believe that his companion had been solo-killed by a boy of around ten.

But the chilling aura emanating from the boy left him no choice but to believe the fact before his eyes.

In the rear, Kyosuke was not surprised in the slightest.

That was Uchiha Madara, after all—the current reincarnation of Indra's Chakra.

Was it strange for someone at the peak of elite chunin strength to kill a jonin alone? Rather than the details of his battle, Kyosuke cared more about the change in the Dance King's eyes.

That sinister gleam made everyone who met his gaze feel a chill deep in their hearts.

Madara had finally awakened the Sharingan, a full five years ahead of the original storyline.

At that moment, Kyosuke understood that the butterfly effect he had caused had already begun to influence the course of the ninja world.

With Madara awakening his eyes early, his strength will definitely progress beyond what it was before. I wonder if Hashirama can still keep him suppressed this time.

As he pondered, Uchiha Madara slowly came to stand before him, the two facing forward at right angles.

Their gazes remained fixed ahead, their killing intent firmly locked onto Nara Kensuke.

Ino–Shika–Cho had fallen one after another. The remaining ninja were no longer worth worrying about.

No matter how intense the Three Clans' desire to kill was, they could not possibly send a group of jonin to their deaths in Uchiha territory.

How would they go on afterward if they did?

Sending out three jonin suicide fighters was already their limit. All three had been involved in the attack, and if they had refused to come, they would have been executed by their enraged clansmen anyway.

As for the other ninja, no one would be foolish enough to willingly take on a mission that guaranteed death.

"You're the only one left, trash." Raising his blade with one hand, Uchiha Madara's aura became increasingly sharp.

This guy... Kyosuke drew a deep breath, knowing that the Dance King had already touched the threshold of becoming a jonin.

After this battle, the Uchiha Clan would gain another true powerhouse.

Kyosuke slowly raised the short sword in his hand and bent slightly at the waist, like a black panther studying its prey.

A jonin was a huge prize worth thousands of Points. If he had the chance, he had to go in and steal the kill.

If it were anyone else, they might resent his actions. But with the Dance King, he did not have to worry about that.

"Damn it, for the Points, I'm going all out today!" His hands rapidly formed Hand Seals as the Chakra within him began to surge wildly.

His already aching body now felt as though it were about to be torn apart.

That was right. To steal the kill, Kyosuke planned to forcibly activate the Body Flicker Technique.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" Knowing he could not escape death, Nara Kensuke simply gave up resisting altogether.

Gathering all the Chakra in his body, the black shadow beneath his feet began spreading madly in every direction.

Shadow Blades rose from the darkness, piercing through both friend and foe within the surrounding area.

Secret Technique: Exploding Shadow Dive!

"Come to hell with me!" Nara Kensuke had completely abandoned defense, which meant he could not escape the Shadow Blades' assault either.

Without needing to restrain its power, the technique spread even faster.

At least one of those two Uchiha brats had to be left behind.

"Get back!" Uchiha Madara's expression changed sharply. Chakra erupted beneath his feet as he frantically retreated.

But the Shadow Blades were too fast. The moment he leaped up, spikes like the scythes of death rose beneath his feet.

In just one second, Indra's Chakra would be reincarnated once more.

"I, Uchiha Madara, will never die here!" At that critical moment, a mysterious power seemed to surge from within him.

His violent aura condensed into a single downward slash. The seemingly unstoppable Shadow Blades were instantly reduced to dust beneath his blade.

"Bastard." Nara Kensuke gritted his teeth, knowing he could not kill this one.

So he shifted his target, his savage gaze fixing on the younger Kyosuke as he prepared to take him with him to the Pure Land of Bliss.

"I'm done for." Kyosuke's eyes nearly split open as a single thought echoed endlessly in his mind.

I can't dodge it.

He did not possess Uchiha Madara's overwhelming raw strength. He could not cut through a jonin's desperate final strike.

As for dodging, the explosive Body Flicker Technique emphasized charging forward with unyielding momentum. There was no such thing as sharply turning or retreating.

In other words, he had no choice but to charge forward.

System notification: 5000 Points consumed. Shisui-style Body Flicker Technique has been upgraded to Level 2.

At the brink of life and death, he had no time to worry about anything else. He directly used Points to forcibly raise the ninjutsu's level.

"Die!" Sand and stone shattered beneath his feet, and in an instant, Kyosuke vanished from where he stood.

In the distance, Uchiha Madara propped himself up with his blade, the fury in his eyes seeming capable of setting everything ablaze.

He silently swore that if anything happened to Kyosuke, he would slaughter the Southern Three Clans to the last man, leaving not even their chickens or dogs alive.

By then, the battles elsewhere had also ended.

Yet no one felt the slightest joy. The boy hailed as the most gifted in Uchiha history had likely died at the enemy's hands.

"Damn it!" A clansman roared furiously, his eyes bloodshot.

"Brother!" Accompanied by a familiar cry, Izuna hurried over with a group of genin.

Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Izuna felt his scalp go numb. Fortunately, his older brother was unharmed, which let him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

After looking around, he said with a sigh, "Good thing that guy was here. Otherwise, who knows what kind of mess this would have turned into."

"By the way, where did he go? Don't tell me he got scared and ran away?!"

Izuna had wanted to take the opportunity to crack a few jokes, but he found that everyone present wore solemn expressions, as though they wanted to speak but could not.

He froze for a moment, then gradually realized something. "No way... How could that guy..."

Patting his younger brother's shoulder, Madara spoke in a low voice. "Notify the clan first."

"Impossible. How could this happen? I haven't even gotten revenge on you yet, and you actually dared to die..." Izuna lowered his head as negative emotions surged wildly within him.

Within the clan, everyone treated him as the clan head's son and Madara's younger brother. Only Kyosuke had truly treated him as Uchiha Izuna.

"We promised we'd fight side by side someday. You lying bastard!" Izuna clenched his fists, a strange light seeming to flash through his eyes.

"Izuna." Madara closed his eyes in pain, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

A sorrowful atmosphere spread through the crowd. They exchanged bitter smiles, unable to feel even the slightest joy of victory.

Until a nearly inaudible murmur rang out: "Hey, you bastard, have you cursed me enough yet?" At once, everyone present began breathing heavily.

Turning around in disbelief, they saw a figure stagger out from the Shadow Forest created by the enemy.

"Come on, give me a hand." Kyosuke let out a bitter laugh as two black Magatama slowly rotated in his eyes.