Land of Fire Quietly Changes Owner

Thinking of this, Kosuke, lying alone in bed, closed his eyes, his mind gradually recalling the ancient books of the clan he had once read.

On them were sparsely recorded words—"Natural Energy, the breath of Heaven and Earth."

He tried to conjure azure Chakra at his fingertips, attempting to sense the free-floating energy in the air...

However, it ended without success...

"Kosuke, have you decided?"

Today, Mito Uzumaki's fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as she leaped towards the maple forest on the eastern side of the clan grounds, accompanied by Maki and two others.

Her toes lightly touched the tree trunks, her figure darting through the forest like scarlet flowing fire.

A milky white jade pendant swayed around Mito's neck, sunlight glancing off it, refracting into tiny shards of light.

Meanwhile, Kosuke, accompanied by Mina and the brothers Madara, stood quietly at the wooden gate of the clan grounds.

Watching Mito's retreating figure, he was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "When I returned to the clan before, I promised her..."

Watching the figures disappear, Madara folded his arms, his gaze cold, "Since when do Kajiu and Sōsuke listen to you?"

Hearing this, Kosuke withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at him, "Do I need to report everything to you?"

The indifferent voice echoed at the clan gate.

Madara frowned slightly, a chilling pressure suddenly erupting from his fifteen-year-old body.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Izuna, prompted by Mina's wink, hurriedly stepped forward, pried open Madara's folded arms, and dragged him away towards the academy.

"Older brother, how about your little brother takes you to see the scroll Kosuke left at the Ninja Academy? Mina said the content he wrote seems to be some kind of ninjutsu."

"Little brother~" Mina called softly, seeing Kosuke's somber state.

After a long while, Kosuke concealed the emotions in his eyes and forced a smile, "Sis, I'm fine."

Then, he took a deep breath, unconsciously stroking the Uchiha clan crest on his cuff, his tone frank, "Let's go, sis, there's a pile of things waiting for me at the academy."

Mina watched the young man's slowly departing figure.

In the sunlight, his figure was stretched thin and long, like a fragile silhouette stretched out by the years.

Ten years flashed by.

The twenty-year-old Uchiha Kosuke had shed the playfulness and sharpness of his youth, replaced by a deep, pool-like calmness and an ease of controlling everything.

Taking advantage of the frequent missions carried out by the family's ninja, combined with the foundation laid by Uchiha Tree in the past, he quietly wove a giant network of organizational power covering the entire Land of Fire and even more distant regions in the Ninja World—"Heavenly Dao!"

Among them, Shita became the first intelligence officer under the "Heavenly Dao" organization.

At this moment, deep within the Daimyo's Mansion of the Land of Fire, the magnificent bedroom was brightly lit.

The obese Daimyo was embracing two gaudily dressed women, wantonly doing unspeakable things.

The attendants in the hall held their breath, trying to minimize their presence, afraid of becoming one of them.

However, in this restless atmosphere, a very faint Chakra fluctuation, almost covered by the incense, permeated the hall, yet no one noticed.

In the shadows, Kosuke's eyes had already transformed into self-evolved, eerie Mangekyo Sharingan.

The center of his pupils was as black as an abyss, surrounded by three black patterns like burning flames, slowly rotating.

Invisible Dojutsu crossed space, accurately piercing the Daimyo's defenseless mental world.

There was no earth-shattering battle, no extra sound.

When Kosuke's figure quietly appeared in the hall, a moment of confusion flashed in the Daimyo's eyes, then he regained clarity.

He pushed away the women who were trying to show off, and said urgently to the confidant attendant below who was about to step forward to ask, "Step back!"

Then he slowly stood up, walked down the steps, came to Kosuke, and said in a tone he had never used before, with respect, "Intelligence Officer Fire One, greetings, Leader!"

"Fire One? Leader?"

When the confidant attendant heard what the Daimyo said, he immediately cried out in his heart, knowing something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to awaken the Daimyo who was trapped in the genjutsu.

At this moment, Kosuke's scarlet gaze swept over them, and the four confidant attendants who had hurriedly stepped forward paused, the panicked expressions on their faces gradually disappearing, replaced by respectful expressions.

"Intelligence Officers Fire Two (Three, Four, Five), greetings, Leader!"

The women and maids in the hall, however, were unconscious on the ground.

"Master! All members of the Daimyo's Mansion have been controlled."

At this time, a ninja dressed in black stood respectfully outside the hall door.

The red light in Kosuke's eyes faded, returning to black, and looking at the respectful, plump figure in front of him, he said in a low voice, "Fire One, continue to stand by!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the outside of the hall.

With a creaking sound, the closed door slowly opened.

"Master!"

Kosuke's eyes did not look at the ninja who was bowing, but directly ordered, "Replace the guards in the mansion with our people, and then evacuate the Daimyo's Mansion."

"Yes!"

From this moment on, the symbol of the Land of Fire's highest power had quietly changed hands.

Becoming the next safest intelligence point for the "Heavenly Dao" organization.

And Kosuke had become the true master behind the scenes of this vast country.

Leaving the Daimyo's Mansion, Kosuke's figure was like a ghost as he led a small team non-stop towards the desolate lands on the border of the Land of Fire.

The Hagoromo Clan, a ninja clan that was once as active on the Ninja World battlefield as the Senju and Uchiha, suffered heavy losses due to a failed raid on a key figure of the Senju Clan. Furthermore, the Daimyo employer who supported them from behind ruthlessly abandoned them, completely cutting off their economic resources.

Now, the Hagoromo Clan huddled in a barren valley, eking out a living. The clansmen were sallow and emaciated, their eyes filled with despair and violence.

Kosuke's arrival was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

Without the slightest concealment, he appeared directly in the center of the Hagoromo Clan's simple settlement.

The Hagoromo ninjas who noticed him instantly surrounded him, their hostile gazes like thorns on his back.

The Mangekyo in Kosuke's eyes faintly swept over them, finally settling on the most conspicuous dilapidated house.

His voice was calm but had an unquestionable penetrating power: "Hagoromo Clan, once a friendly ally of the Uchiha, is now shrinking here like a stray dog. How pathetic."

"Uchiha? Humph!" The Hagoromo Clan Leader, a burly old man with a severed arm, lifted the curtain and walked out slowly, locking onto Kosuke like a falcon, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Your mission failed, and there is no place for you Hagoromo in the Ninja World, but power itself will never be abandoned," Kosuke paused slightly, his aura rising sharply, "Pledge allegiance to me, Uchiha Kosuke! Master of 'Heavenly Dao'! The Hagoromo will obtain the resources to survive, as well as the opportunity to regain the Hagoromo's glory!"

However, he was met with silence and an almost tangible hostility.