Before Us, There Are No Rivals

The elders of the clan were all building momentum for him. Under the gaze of tens of thousands, Uchiha Takeyasu naturally would not remain indifferent. After slaying two powerful figures, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Senju Tobirama, with the aid of Ascension Points, his Dojutsu Power had ascended to another level.

At this very moment, it was the perfect opportunity to make his name and establish his might!

"Susanoo!"

In the stunned gazes of the crowd, a blood-colored half-body giant rose from the ground. Upon a skeletal foundation, it grew sinews and flesh, wrapped in an outer coat of chakra like burning flames—a blood-colored warrior over ten meters tall, gleaming in the sunlight with a magnificent and noble bearing.

As he continued to pour in Dojutsu Power, a sharp sting pricked at the corners of Uchiha Takeyasu's eyes. But savoring the wonderful gazes of fear, envy, longing, and hatred from ten thousand people, how could he abandon such a glorious moment?

The half-body blood-colored warrior instantly manifested its lower body and legs before everyone's eyes, its size increasing dramatically. In the blink of an eye, a blood-colored warrior giant over seventy meters tall, wielding a katana nearly forty meters long, stood imposingly upon the earth—in the eyes of all the strong in Konoha.

Under the gaze of the Senju Clan, recalling the terror of being dominated by Susanoo, and under the frenzied, ecstatic stares of the Uchiha Clan, the clang of the nearly forty-meter katana being drawn echoed between heaven and earth.

Standing atop Susanoo's head, Uchiha Takeyasu looked down at the ants below and drew his blade. The swift motion stirred up a sweeping wind pressure that sent many chunin and genin in the ninja army stumbling and trembling.

A divine, demonic might—it made the civilian ninja and the newer ninja clans understand what it meant to be the number one clan of the ninja world, the clan that could clamor for rebellion every day and still remain unscathed: the Flame Fan—Uchiha!

Beneath a clear blue sky with scattered clouds, the blood-colored warrior's blade pointed straight at Konoha's Hokage Rock. Gazing at the massive stone heads of Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju carved there, Uchiha Takeyasu spoke in a deep, resonant voice.

"Before us, there are no enemies!"

Since his transmigration, Uchiha Takeyasu had suppressed over a decade of pent-up frustration and bitterness. In this moment, all his resentment, oppression, and grievances dissipated like smoke with those words.

The Dojutsu Power of his Mangekyo Sharingan surged explosively, directly stabilizing the third stage of Susanoo, pushing his overall strength straight into the ranks of Super Kage.

He would climb step by step to the position of Hokage, step by step to the highest seat of power!

Let the glory of the Uchiha shine across the entire ninja world!

"Before us, there are no enemies!"

One pair of scarlet Sharingan after another began to bloom. The Uchiha clansmen below roared out their own pent-up dissatisfaction and resentment—they were the strongest ninja clan, so why couldn't they receive the best treatment?

A vast, sinister Dojutsu Power began to radiate outward.

Cold, evil, brutal—the layered pressure of Uchiha chakra made the ninja of the Senji Clan feel as if they had fallen into an ice cavern.

Behind them, the ninja and villagers who lacked jonin-level strength and could only watch from inside Konoha's main gate stared in disbelief at the blood-colored warrior standing on the earth. Many fell to their knees, praying for forgiveness as if worshipping a god.

"He is our Young Lord, the future Clan Head!"

"We Uchiha are the strongest!"

"Uchiha! Uchiha!"

The young Uchiha children and teenagers who had come, gazing at the blood-colored warrior that towered higher than Konoha's gate and seemed to rival the sky, had that drawn-blade stance seared into their minds.

This was power!

This was the Sharingan their clan took pride in!

The same divine power flowed through their own blood!

It was as if a string in their minds had been severed by that katana. When their dark eyes opened again, pairs of tomoe Sharingan silently began to bloom.

Hidden among the crowd was a boy with long black hair draping over his shoulders, golden slit pupils, purple eye shadow extending to his nose, pale skin, a fishnet undershirt, and a light-colored kimono.

Orphaned young, unable to understand why life had to die, Orochimaru looked at the Uchiha around him, then at the blood-colored giant in the sky. A raw awe welled up within him—these were humans just like him, who fell ill and died, so how could they possess such power?

At the same time, a craving for inquiry surfaced in his heart—he desperately wanted to know if this power could transcend life and death!

"Sharingan."

Orochimaru muttered the word, his faint voice carrying an unshakable resolve.

"Orochimaru, is that a ninjutsu too?"

The one who had come with him—a boy with white spiky hair, red tear marks under his eyes, a white coat, bold and unrestrained by nature, or more accurately, impulsive and reckless, the dead last at the Ninja Academy—Jiraiya, slung an arm around Orochimaru, the top student of their year, with a tone full of burning longing.

"If only I could do that too."

"Then lots of girls would definitely like me!"

Pfft.

Jiraiya's gaze flicked to one side, where a girl from the same year at the Ninja Academy stood—she had her light yellow hair tied back in a ponytail, cute and spirited.

On her delicate, doll-like face were short, fine light yellow brows, bright brown eyes, and cute little dimples. Her light red lips let out a silvery laugh.

"Tsunade, you're the young lady of the Senju Clan, so you should know what ninjutsu this is, right?"

Jiraiya didn't quite dare to look at Senju Tsunade's smiling face. His eyes fell on the ground beside her as he scratched his cheek and asked.

Orochimaru also focused his attention. Tsunade, still unaware that Tobirama Senju was dead, puffed out her chest with pride, raised her swan-like white neck, and boasted.

"That's the Uchiha Clan's Susanoo. It's strong, but it's not as strong as my Senju of the Forest's Wood Release. My grandfather is the God of Shinobi, who wielded Wood Release!"

"Wood Release."

Orochimaru etched those two words into his mind, then couldn't help asking curiously, "Tsunade, has anyone in your clan awakened Wood Release?"

Senju Tsunade's expression stiffened. She waved her hand and said, "Not yet, but I'll definitely awaken Wood Release someday and beat those smug Uchiha into a pulp."

"Amazing, as expected of Tsunade."

Jiraiya immediately praised.

Not far from them, a boy with short white hair, a Konoha Headband on his forehead, a calm and handsome face, a well-proportioned build, wearing a black combat suit, and a short sword strapped to his back—Hatake Sakumo—stood quietly, gazing at the warrior giant with a look of distant longing.

"This is youth!"

A young genin in a green jumpsuit with an orange scarf around his neck—Might Duy, a black-haired boy—completely ignored the strange, disdainful looks from those around him as he excitedly waved his arms and kicked his legs on the spot.

In the boy's dark eyes, a dazzling, brilliant light flickered.

A welcome ceremony for the returning Ninja Army had already become a stage where the Uchiha shone alone.

Mito Uzumaki watched it all with neither joy nor anger, her expression calm, and inwardly she even found it laughable—without the eternal light of the Mangekyo, all this cheering now was nothing but a castle in the air.

If the Uchiha Clan were to produce another pair of Mangekyo, Mito Uzumaki would be even happier.

To evolve the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, what would those power-worshipping madmen do?

Truly worth looking forward to.

So, watch them build their tower high, watch them feast their guests, and just wait for their tower to collapse.

Senju Moriki, unaware of what Mito Uzumaki was thinking, was so jealous he was about to go mad!

All this glory should have belonged to the Senju, to him, the Clan Head!