The Evolution of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan [I Mixed Up Chapters 25 and 26 After Returning from the Hospital Yesterday]

"Madara, what are you doing? Based on my assessment of that Senju brat we happened to encounter on the battlefield, he seemed to have other plans for his ally, the Uzumaki Clan. I told you about this."

At that, Kosuke glanced at Mito on the ground and continued, "If that's the case, why can't we Uchiha have other plans as well?"

Kosuke raised a hand and wiped the blood from his Black Armor. "Or is it that... Young Master Madara can't bear to see the Vortex Princess suffer?"

Madara snorted coldly and swiftly leaped onto a tree branch.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the trunk, no longer paying any attention to Kosuke.

"I spent several nights working overtime to create this Symbiotic Curse Seal. I can't just throw it away."

Kosuke turned and tossed the scroll toward Mito. "Sign this scroll."

Still bewildered by what had happened, Mito blankly caught the thrown scroll. She glanced at Kosuke before carefully reading it.

With her extensive knowledge of Sealing Techniques, she quickly understood the scroll's purpose.

Symbiotic Curse Seal!

It linked the Chakra pathways of both parties. If the primary died, the secondary would be crippled; if the secondary died, the primary would lose twenty years of lifespan?!

What kind of bizarre curse seal was this?!

Mito's expression turned strange.

"Why do you look like you're constipated?"

"Did you make this scroll?" Mito ignored his crude remark and stared at Kosuke in disbelief. "You made something like this in just a few nights?"

"With a brain as capable as yours, why can't you make something normal?"

"For example, a curse seal that only restricts the other person's life or strength. Why drag yourself into it?"

Before Mito had even finished speaking, a snort of laughter came from the tree.

The instant he heard it, Kosuke abruptly looked up at Madara standing on the branch, his gaze brimming with danger.

It seemed that if Madara dared laugh out loud, Kosuke would rush up and teach him exactly what Uchiha dignity meant.

Kosuke then lowered his head and looked at the puzzled Mito, whose expression remained strange. "What, do you have a problem with it?"

"Even if you do, shut up! Sign it right now! This instant! Or I'll slit your throat!!"

"Uh..." Mito ignored the embarrassed and angry Kosuke, instead looking doubtfully at Uchiha Madara in the tree. "Are you sure he's one of your Uchiha?"

At those words, Madara blankly looked down at Kosuke for a while.

After a long moment, he slowly uttered a single word. "Yes."

"Madara! Whose side are you on?! Get down here, let's fight!!"

"Pfft, hahahahaha..."

Just as Kosuke was hopping mad, Mito suddenly pressed her lips together and began to laugh.

Her shoulders rose and fell with her laughter, and the scroll slipped from her hand to the side.

At that moment, Kosuke suddenly turned around. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes fixed intently on the trembling Uzumaki Mito, its meaning perfectly clear.

Noticing Kosuke's extremely dangerous gaze, Mito gradually stopped laughing. Flustered, she picked up the scroll beside her, bit her thumb, and pressed it onto the contract.

Dark red runes wound up her wrist like chains before gradually fading beneath the sunlight.

"Three months." She raised her head and met Kosuke's eyes directly. "If you don't dissolve the contract when the time is up, I'll show you why the Uzumaki are called a clan of sealing."

"Tch. So what if I don't dissolve it then? What waves can you possibly make while you're in the Uchiha camp?"

The blazing noon sun scorched the forest after the battle.

"Captain, Lord Kosuke, all fleeing civilians have been slaughtered."

"Gather the goods. Take the two people on the ground and leave. We'll rest at the next designated location."

"Yes, Captain."

Led by Uchiha Maki, the three ninja collected the supplies from the cart, grabbed the two Uzumaki ninja trapped in illusions, and raced toward the designated location.

"Get up!"

Kosuke bent down, grabbed Mito as she sat on the ground, circulated his Chakra, and leaped up beside Madara.

"Stand properly. Don't blame me if you fall and burn to death."

Kosuke turned and exchanged a glance with Madara, then rapidly formed hand seals.

Rat—Ox—Dog—Horse—Monkey—Boar—Tiger

Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!

The two simultaneously spat out enormous fireballs.

The instant they hit the ground, they formed a raging sea of flames.

It swiftly devoured every trace left behind on the battlefield.

The towering flames spread outward, roasting the faces of the three people red.

After ensuring that the fire had consumed every trace, Kosuke grabbed Mito by the back and turned with Madara to pursue their teammates.

Ten kilometers from the scene, Kosuke and Madara were squatting beside a stream, quietly discussing something.

"Well?"

"You made her sign the Symbiotic Curse Seal just for the Uzumaki Clan's Sealing Techniques?!"

"Uh... what else would it be?" Kosuke tilted his head and gave Madara a sidelong glance.

Madara stared at the crouching figure beside him in astonishment, his eyes full of confusion. Were Sealing Techniques really that important?

"This is extremely risky. One mistake could condemn us to eternal ruin."

"I know, but... this is the perfect chance to obtain the Uzumaki Clan's Sealing Techniques." A trace of anticipation flashed in Kosuke's eyes. "I can use the Sharingan to place the two of them under an illusion, making them believe they are following the Vortex Princess's orders to return to their clan and retrieve the sealing Scrolls."

Madara's dark eyes swept toward the group of people in the distance.

After a long while, he slowly nodded beneath Kosuke's expectant gaze.

"Fortune favors the bold!"

"Maki, bring those two Uzumaki guards over."

"Oh, right. When did you awaken your Three-Tomoe Sharingan?"

"Just a couple of days ago. I kept using it, and it somehow became Three Tomoe."

Hearing Kosuke say it so casually, Madara's facial muscles involuntarily twitched, leaving him utterly speechless.

What did he mean, it just changed while he was using it? Was I just not using mine enough?!

Kosuke paid no attention to Madara's thoughts. He simply stood up and led the Uzumaki guards into the dense forest.

Under strict watch, Mito stared fixedly at Kosuke and her two guards disappearing into the woods, unable to understand what was happening.

A short while later, Kosuke appeared before everyone alone.

"Where are my two guards?"

Kosuke and Madara exchanged a look.

Then a half-smile appeared on Kosuke's face. "Of course I killed them. What, does a prisoner like you have a problem with that?"

"You!" Mito glared at Kosuke with murderous intent, her nails digging into her fair palms from the force of her clenched fists.

"Then why don't you kill me like you killed them!"

"Kill you?"

"You're the Vortex Princess." Kosuke slowly crouched beside Mito, looking at her skin, faintly flushed from anger. His heart trembled again. "If the Uchiha want to quickly win the war against the Senju, the Uzumaki Clan must withdraw. Tell me, if the Uzumaki Clan discovers that you've gone missing, will the Uzumaki ninja on the battlefield still be able to stay?"

After saying that, Kosuke swiftly stood and looked away.