The Evolution of the Three Tomoe

"Ban, what are you doing? Based on my guess about that Senju brat I happened to run into on the battlefield, he seems to have other ideas about his ally, the Vortex Clan. I told you about this."

Saying this, Kosuke's gaze flicked to Mito on the ground, and he continued, "Since that's the case, why can't our Uchiha have other ideas too?"

Kosuke raised a hand to wipe the blood staining his Black Armor. "Or... could it be, young master Ban, that you can't bear to let the Vortex Princess suffer?"

Ban snorted coldly, his figure swiftly leaping up to land on a tree branch.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the trunk, and ceased to pay any more attention to Kosuke.

"This Symbiotic Curse Seal was something I worked overtime on these past few nights. It can't go to waste."

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

Mito, who had been puzzled, caught the thrown Scroll in a daze. She glanced at Kosuke, then began to examine it carefully.

With her exceptionally high level of sealing knowledge, she quickly understood the scroll's function.

Symbiotic Curse Seal!

It connects the Chakra pathways of both parties. If the primary dies, the secondary is crippled; if the secondary dies, the primary's lifespan is cut by twenty years?!

What kind of bizarre curse seal is this?!

At that moment, Mito's face twisted into a strange expression.

"What's with that constipated look on your face?"

"Did you make this scroll?" Mito ignored his crude words, staring at Kosuke in amazement. "In just a few nights... you came up with something like this?"

"With a brain this sharp, why can't you make something normal?"

"For example, a seal that only restricts the other party's life or strength—why drag yourself into it?"

Before Mito could finish, a snicker came from the tree.

The instant the sound rang out, Kosuke snapped his head up to look at Ban standing on the branch, his eyes brimming with danger.

It seemed that if Ban dared to laugh out loud, he would charge up and give him a proper lesson on what Uchiha dignity meant.

Kosuke then looked down at Mito, whose expression was still strange and puzzled. "What, you got a problem?"

"Even if you do, shut it. Now! Immediately! Sign it right now, or I'll slit your throat!!"

"Uh~" Mito ignored Kosuke's embarrassment, her gaze shifting to Ban on the tree with confusion. "Are you sure he's a member of your Uchiha clan?"

Hearing this, Ban stared blankly down at Kosuke for a moment.

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

"Ban! Whose side are you on?! Get down here, one-on-one!!"

"Pfft, hahahaha..."

Just as Kosuke was hopping mad, Mito suddenly pursed her lips and started laughing.

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

At that, Kosuke whirled around, his Three Tomoe Sharingan eyes locked onto the trembling Uzumaki Mito, the meaning in his gaze unmistakable.

Sensing the extreme danger in Kosuke's eyes, Mito gradually stifled her laughter, hastily picked up the fallen Scroll, bit her thumb, and pressed it onto the contract.

Dark red runes coiled around her wrist like chains, then gradually faded in the sunlight.

"Three months." She looked up, meeting Kosuke's eyes directly. "If you don't dissolve the contract by then, I'll show you why the Vortex Clan is called the Sealing Family."

"Hmph. Even if I don't dissolve it by then, what can you do? Stuck in the Uchiha camp, what waves can you stir?"

The midday sun scorched the post-war forest.

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

"Pack up the goods, take the two on the ground, and leave. Head to the next designated spot to rest."

"Yes, Captain."

Led by Uchiha Maki, the three ninjas gathered the supplies on the Cart, hoisted two Vortex ninjas trapped in genjutsu, and sped off toward the predetermined location.

"Get up!"

Kosuke bent down, grabbed Mito by the waist, and channeled his Chakra. With a leap, he landed beside Ban.

"Stand on your own. If you fall and burn to death, don't blame me."

Kosuke turned and exchanged a glance with Ban, then his hands flew through hand signs.

Boar—Ox—Dog—Monkey—Horse—Boar—Tiger

Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!

The two simultaneously spat out a massive fireball from their mouths.

The moment it hit the ground, it spread into a blazing sea of fire.

Swiftly devouring every trace left behind on this battlefield.

The towering flames spread, casting a red glow over the three faces.

After ensuring the fire had consumed all traces, Kosuke carried Mito by the hand and followed after his comrades alongside Madara.

Ten kilometers from the incident site, Kosuke and Madara crouched by a stream, speaking in low tones.

"How is it?"

"Sign the Symbiotic Curse Seal, just for the Uzumaki clan's Sealing Technique?!"

"Uh... what else?" Kosuke tilted his head, glancing sideways at Madara.

Madara stared at the crouched figure beside him, his expression puzzled, clearly unable to understand why this Sealing Technique was so important.

"This method is very risky. One misstep, and it will drag us into an abyss of no return."

"I know, but... this is the perfect chance to obtain the Uzumaki clan's Sealing Technique." A glimmer of hope flashed in Kosuke's eyes. "I can use my Sharingan to cast a genjutsu on those two, making them believe they're following the Vortex Princess's orders to return to the clan and retrieve the sealing scroll."

Madara's dark eyes swept toward the group of people not far away.

After a long moment, under Kosuke's expectant gaze, he slowly nodded.

"Starve the timid, stuff the bold!"

"Maki, bring those two Uzumaki guards over."

"By the way, when did you unlock your Three Tomoe Sharingan?"

"Just two days ago. I was using it, and it turned into Three Tomoe."

Hearing Kosuke's casual explanation, Madara's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, utterly speechless inside.

What do you mean, 'using it and it turned'? As if I haven't been using mine enough!

Kosuke paid no attention to Madara's thoughts at that moment. He stood up directly and led the two Uzumaki guards into the dense forest.

Under strict watch, Mito's eyes locked onto Kosuke's retreating figure alongside her two guards, unable to comprehend what was happening.

A moment later, Kosuke reappeared before the group alone.

"Where are my two guards?"

Kosuke and Madara exchanged a glance.

Then a faint, ambiguous smile crept onto Kosuke's face. "Killed them, of course. What? Got a problem with that, prisoner?"

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

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

"Kill you?"

"You're the Vortex Princess." Kosuke crouched slowly beside Mito, watching her skin flush faintly with anger, his heart trembling once more. "For the Uchiha to win the war against the Senju quickly, the only way is for your Uzumaki clan to withdraw. Tell me, if the Uzumaki clan finds you missing, will their ninjas on the battlefield still hold their ground?"

With that, Kosuke stood up swiftly, his eyes darting elsewhere.