The clan elders were all building him up, and with all eyes on him, Uchiha Takeyasu naturally couldn't remain unmoved. After killing two powerful opponents, Hiruzen Sarutobi and Senju Tobirama, his Dojutsu Power had risen to a new level with the help of Ascension Points.
This was the perfect moment to make a name for himself!
"Susanoo!"
As everyone stared in stunned silence, a crimson giant rose from the earth. Veins and flesh spread across its skeletal frame, which was wrapped in chakra like a burning cloak. A crimson warrior more than ten meters tall stood beneath the sun, its magnificent and regal form gleaming.
As he poured in more Dojutsu Power, sharp stabs of pain pricked the corners of Uchiha Takeyasu's eyes. But how could he give up such a glorious moment, basking in the gazes of thousands—fearful, envious, longing, and hateful?
Before everyone's eyes, the crimson warrior sprouted a lower body and legs, its size increasing dramatically. In the blink of an eye, a seventy-meter-tall crimson warrior stood proudly upon the earth, gripping a nearly forty-meter Katana. Every powerful shinobi in Konoha looked on.
As the Senju Clan's shinobi recalled their fear of being dominated by Susanoo, and the Uchiha Clan gazed on with feverish delight, the clanging sound of the nearly forty-meter Katana being drawn rang out across the land.
Standing in Susanoo's head, Uchiha Takeyasu looked down at the ants below and drew his Katana. The swift motion whipped up a vast gale, making many Chunin and Genin in the Ninja Army stagger and tremble.
This godlike power showed civilian shinobi and the new generation of ninja clans what the foremost Great Family in the Ninja World was: the number-one clan, which could openly clamor for rebellion without consequence—the Flame Fan, the Uchiha!
Beneath a clear, bright blue sky stretching beneath layers of white clouds, the crimson warrior pointed its blade toward Konoha's Hokage Rock. Gazing at the giant stone faces of Hashirama Senju and Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Takeyasu drew a deep breath and spoke.
"No foe stands before us!"
For more than ten years since his transmigration, Uchiha Takeyasu had bottled up his frustration and resentment. At this moment, all his indignation and pent-up grievances vanished with those words.
The Dojutsu Power of his Mangekyō Sharingan surged, stabilizing Susanoo at its third stage. His strength had advanced straight into the ranks of the Super Kage.
He would climb, step by step, to the Hokage Position, and ascend, step by step, to the very top!
He would let the Uchiha's glory shine across the entire Ninja World!
"No foe stands before us!"
One pair after another of scarlet Sharingan eyes began to shine. Below, the Uchiha Clan members roared their frustration and discontent, venting the resentment they had bottled up. They were the strongest ninja clan—why shouldn't they receive the treatment befitting the best?
An immense, sinister Dojutsu Power began to spill outward.
The Uchiha's chakra pressure, cold and wicked, growing more savage by the moment, made the Senju Clan's shinobi feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.
Behind them, shinobi and villagers who lacked Jonin-level strength and could only watch from within Konoha Gate stared in disbelief at the crimson warrior towering over the land. Quite a few fell to their knees, praying for mercy as though worshiping a god.
"He's our Young Lord, our future Clan Head!"
"We Uchiha are the strongest!"
"Uchiha! Uchiha!"
The Uchiha children and youths who had come to watch stared at the crimson warrior, taller than Konoha Gate and seemingly reaching for the heavens. Its figure, standing with its blade drawn, was branded into their minds.
This was power!
This was the Sharingan their clan took pride in!
This godlike power flowed through their bodies, too!
It was as if that Katana had severed a string in their minds. When they opened their dark eyes again, pairs of Tomoe Sharingan had begun to bloom without a sound.
Hidden among the crowd was a boy with long black hair falling to his shoulders, golden, vertically slit pupils, purple eyeshadow extending toward the sides of his nose, and pale skin. He wore a fishnet undershirt beneath a light-colored kimono.
Orphaned at a young age, Orochimaru had never understood why life had to end. Looking at the Uchiha around him and then at the crimson giant on the horizon, he was struck by a profound sense of awe. They were all human, just like him—people who could get sick and die. So why did they possess such power?
At the same time, a desire to explore took root in his heart. He desperately wanted to know whether this power could surpass life and death!
"Sharingan!"
Orochimaru murmured the word. Though his voice was soft, there was something unshakable in it.
"Orochimaru, is that a ninjutsu, too?"
Jiraiya had come with him. He had white, spiky hair, red markings beneath his eyes, and a white outer robe. Bold and outgoing—or, to be precise, impulsive and reckless—he was the dead last at the Ninja Academy. Now he casually draped an arm around the top student, Orochimaru, his voice burning with admiration.
"If only I could do that, too."
"Then lots of girls would like me!"
Pfft.
Jiraiya glanced to one side, where a cute, spirited girl from their Ninja Academy class stood, her light-yellow hair tied into a ponytail.
Her delicate, doll-like face had short, pale-yellow eyebrows, and beneath her bright brown eyes were adorable dimples. Her pale-red lips parted in silvery laughter.
"Tsunade, you're the young lady of the Senju Clan. You should know what kind of ninjutsu that is, right?"
Jiraiya couldn't quite look at Tsunade's smiling face. Staring at the ground beside her, he scratched his cheek and asked.
Orochimaru turned his attention to her as well. Tsunade still didn't know that Senju Tobirama was dead. She crossed her arms smugly and lifted her graceful, pale neck, boasting, "That's the Uchiha Clan's Susanoo. It's strong, sure, but it's not as strong as Wood Release from my Senju of the Forest. My grandfather is the God of Shinobi, a Wood Release user!"
"Wood Release."
Orochimaru committed the words to memory, then couldn't help asking curiously, "Tsunade, has anyone in your family awakened Wood Release?"
Tsunade's expression stiffened. She waved a hand. "Not yet, but I'll definitely awaken Wood Release one day and beat those stuck-up Uchiha until they're rolling in the dirt!"
"That's amazing. You really are incredible, Tsunade."
Jiraiya immediately praised her.
Not far from them, a handsome, composed boy with short white hair and a Konoha Headband stood quietly, gazing at the warrior giant with yearning. Hatake Sakumo had a well-proportioned build and wore a black combat uniform, with a short sword strapped to his back.
"This is youth!"
A young Genin in a green skintight suit and an orange scarf, with short black hair, paid no heed to the bemused, disdainful looks around him. Might Duy excitedly flailed his arms and legs, punching and kicking in place.
Brilliant light shone in the boy's dark eyes.
A welcome ceremony for the returning Ninja Army had become a stage for the Uchiha to steal the show.
Mito Uzumaki watched it all with neither pleasure nor anger, her expression calm. Deep down, she even found it ridiculous. Without an Eternal Mangekyō, all their cheering amounted to nothing more than a castle in the air.
Mito Uzumaki would be even happier if another pair of Mangekyō appeared in the Uchiha Clan.
What might these power-hungry lunatics do to evolve their eyes into an Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan?
It was certainly something to look forward to.
So she would watch them raise their tower, watch them feast with their guests, and wait to see it all come crashing down.
Senju Moriki had no idea what Mito Uzumaki was thinking. He was so jealous he was nearly driven mad!
All this glory should have belonged to the Senju—to him, their Clan Head!
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