The Root?

[Ding! Congratulations to Lord Hashirama for completing the mission, helping Shisui overcome his confusion, and providing a practical, viable solution to the Uchiha Clan's problems!]

[Mission Reward: Sage Body!]

[Ding! Congratulations to Lord Hashirama for completing the mission, establishing a faction capable of influencing the Uchiha!]

[Mission Reward: Gate of the Great God!]

Two prodigies in one house, ahem... that's two missions cleared at once.

This is reputation, this is skill!

In an instant, a warm current surged into his limbs and bones, powerful energy flooding his entire body.

"Now, I lack nothing!"

The chakra in his body instantly turned into chakra-tons, immense life energy filling every part of him—this was the weight of the Sage Body.

He understood why Hashirama Senju had such vast chakra and could instantly enter Sage Mode.

The life energy of Hashirama Senju's Sage Body was just too powerful!

If before, each cell extracted chakra at a rate of 1.

Then now, it was 100!

Even more terrifying, Uchiha Siming discovered that the cells in his body were now fucking carrying Nature Energy on their own?

"The hell kind of Sage Body is this?"

Siming's mouth twitched: "This is fucking a mini Ten-Tails!"

Why could he instantly activate Sage Mode?

When Naruto entered Sage Mode, he had to absorb surrounding Nature Energy first, and once it ran out, he was done. Hashirama was different—he fucking extracted it directly from his own body!

Madara.

You didn't lose unfairly.

You didn't lose to Hashirama; you lost to the biased Sage of Six Paths.

Suddenly, a special energy surged in his eyes.

A pair of crimson Two-Tomoe Sharingan emerged, flickering with an eerie light.

"What the hell! Siming, how did you awaken your eyes?"

Shisui was dumbfounded: "No, Siming, what kind of shock did you get?"

"Nothing much, just forced my eyes open from sheer pressure."

Siming rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

Obito had no side effects from his Mangekyo thanks to Hashirama Cells, the Sage of Six Paths opened his Rinnegan with three tomoe, and he himself had filled in his genetic defects, awakening a Two-Tomoe Sharingan without any trauma—was that a problem?

It was perfectly reasonable!

Beside him, Itachi's expression was blank as he muttered: "Shisui, we both awakened our eyes because a close friend died in front of us, right?"

The two exchanged glances.

They both felt like clowns.

"Heh, you think that's something?"

Siming sneered, glancing at Itachi.

"One day you'll learn that you don't even need a close friend to die to awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan—love can do it too."

No joke.

The moment Sarada awakened her eyes through love, every Uchiha became a clown.

"???" x2.

Shisui and Itachi found it absurd—was he joking?

The Uchiha had always awakened their eyes through pain, damn it!

Siming looked at Shisui and warned: "Shisui, remember to be wary of that old bastard Danzo. That geezer has his eyes on your Mangekyo Sharingan. If he gets a chance, he won't let it go."

What?

Shimura Danzo coveted his Mangekyo Sharingan?

Shisui was stunned, unwilling to believe it: "That shouldn't be the case, right?"

"Regardless, Danzo is a village elder. Even if there's conflict with the Uchiha, he shouldn't do anything too extreme."

At this point, Shisui didn't just trust the Third Hokage.

He trusted every single Konoha elder.

Tch.

No wonder you died so miserably.

Uchiha Siming clicked his tongue in disdain and instructed Itachi: "Shisui's brain is basically fried on this matter. You keep an eye on it."

As he spoke, his palms landed on Shisui's neck and Itachi's hand respectively, pitch-black Flying Thunder God Marks appearing like tattoos.

"Forget it, I'll give you two a safety net."

He instructed, "From now on, whenever you're in danger, just shout—cough, cough—just channel your Chakra into the mark, and I'll descend from the heavens to save you from the fire and water."

To put it bluntly, Shisui and Itachi hadn't yet experienced the cruelty of the world; they were still pure-hearted little white flowers.

If they were normal people, letting them face some setbacks would be fine.

But Uchiha? No way.

The moment their brains overload, they instantly go dark—there's no room for turning back!

"I understand."

Uchiha Shisui nodded. He knew Siming meant well, then asked, "Since we've formed an organization, what do Itachi and I need to do now?"

"Itachi, you don't need to do anything."

Siming waved his hand. "Shisui, you can't do anything either. Just do whatever you like—I'll handle the operations!"

Itachi's reputation in the clan was bad.

Suspected of being a spy day in and day out—recruiting people? Might as well tell him to pick a fight.

Shisui's reputation in the clan was too good.

But his temper was too soft; he'd probably end up being persuaded more than he persuaded others.

In short, Neither of them had any talent for pyramid schemes.

"Huh?"

Uchiha Shisui and Itachi exchanged glances. So they were still the same as before, doing nothing? Then what kind of organization had they even formed?

But at that moment, Uchiha Siming's eyes sharpened, and he said with a faint smirk, "See? Someone's come knocking."

Shisui and Itachi's expressions shifted.

Especially Uchiha Shisui: "Someone? How? Who in the village would dare to make a move?!"

His face was shocked. He had already awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan and sensed nothing unusual, yet Siming had noticed it long ago—proving that Siming far surpassed him in perception!

"Right, let's test something first."

Uchiha Siming chuckled lightly. An ethereal, natural aura appeared instantly, and eye shadow and red dots formed around his eyes and brow!

Sage Mode activated in an instant!

Whoosh—!

His figure vanished in a flash.

"What the hell?!"

Shisui blurted out, "Siming, what the hell is that? It... gives me a feeling of fear? No, wait—is that Sage Mode?"

That couldn't be right.

Wasn't that Hashirama Senju's special move?

Siming, you're an Uchiha!

On the other side.

"Keep a close watch on Uchiha Siming. He shouldn't be asleep yet."

Several Root Ninjas, a kilometer away, stared at the Senju Clan's compound from a distance, finding it absurd.

Damn!

An Uchiha clan member

sleeping in the Senju compound every day.

Did that make any sense?

The leading Root Ninja's voice was icy and cold: "Lord Danzo's orders must not fail. Anyone who gets close to the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is a threat to the village. Remember, don't damage his eyes—confirm whether he's truly awakened the Sharingan!"

Until the very last moment, no one could be certain whether he had truly awakened the Sharingan.

"Oh? Is that so? Do you think I've awakened the Sharingan?"

A calm voice sounded in his ear. The Root Ninja froze, his soul fleeing in terror, cold sweat pouring down his back!

He turned to see a pair of crimson Two-Tomoe Sharingan.

"Shit! It's Uchiha Siming—kill him!"

"Realizing it now? Too late."

Uchiha Siming's finger pressed against a Root Ninja's forehead. Sharp vines suddenly burst forth, piercing through the Root Ninja's skull from his fingertip.