Chapter Hikari
This is nothing to be surprised at. After all, within the Uchiha Clan, the strongest element has always been the person and the Sharingan, rather than external tools.
Uchiha Madara shook his head indifferently and looked at the young girl.
Welcome to the era created by Hashirama and me, Nameless.
I am the sixty-fifth Clan Head of the Uchiha, Uchiha Madara!
The young girl was barefoot, dressed in a standard blue high-collared robe common to the Warring States Period. She gazed at the two of them with emotionless eyes, fixing her stare on the Uchiha Gunbai in Madara's hand.
This was indeed the symbol of the Clan Head. The aged Uchiha before her looked frail, but he must have once been a powerful ninja.
Clan Head?
Indeed. As the Clan Head, I announce that from this moment onward, you are no longer some weapon, but my clansman-a true Uchiha!
You shall walk with a new identity into the era I have forged with my own hands!
Aged and weak as he was, Madara's voice lacked much vigor, yet it carried an all-encompassing, unquestionable majesty and overbearing authority.
A new identity?
Confusion and expectation mingled in the young girl's gaze.
Her past was tragic; because of her powerful eyes, she had always been nothing more than a living, powerful weapon born for war.
Nameless was not her real name; she simply never had a name of her own, nor had she ever lived as a person.
Madara's words, coupled with the status of Clan Head, truly stirred a deep resonance within her heart.
Indeed. As my follower, you will assist Uchiha Madara in changing this world filled with resentment and pain, illuminating the mortal realm with the light of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Uchiha Madara stared at the young girl