Homeless

"Heh—vodka is much better!"

Only Ingetsu and Izumi, sitting beside her, could see her alluring scene just now.

"Huh?"

Izumi widened her beautiful eyes, caught the kettle, and poured it out. Seeing not a drop left, she pouted aggrievedly and wiped the spout with the corner of her clothes.

It wasn't clean anymore.

This woman was truly excessive. She defiled the kettle, drank someone else's water, and then complained it didn't taste good.

The Uchiha clan members, including Mikoto and Nonō, were focused on Ingetsu's words and didn't notice this small interlude.

White Zetsu...

So those monsters had a unified name.

Everyone's brows furrowed in thought.

Ingetsu patiently explained:

"For now, you only need to know three basic ninjutsu of these monsters.

The first is called 'Spore Technique.' It allows White Zetsu to parasitize ninjas they've come into contact with, absorbing the host's chakra.

The second is called 'Impersonation Technique.' By absorbing a ninja's chakra, White Zetsu can transform into that ninja. Even the Byakugan and Ninja Hounds can't distinguish them.

The third is called 'Mayfly Technique.' They can use this ability to merge their bodies with the earth and vegetation, allowing for high-speed movement underground.

The land beneath our feet might be teeming with countless White Zetsu!"

Ingetsu said, glancing at the grass beside him, unconcerned.

The other Uchiha members looked terrified, unsure where to look. They scanned the ground beneath them haphazardly, inspecting it carefully.

Izumi suddenly grasped the key point, her beautiful eyes flashing with lingering fear. She asked, "Then... Captain, we've also come into contact with them. Could any of us have already been parasitized or... replaced?"

As she spoke, the expressions and postures of the Uchiha members stiffened. They looked at their companions with doubt in their eyes.

Ingetsu's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the Uchiha members could ask.

Ingetsu explained, "You've all been affected by my Mangekyo ability. I can sense any abnormalities in your spirit and chakra."

This was the reason for his confidence.

Yachihoko had indirectly replaced their perception, leaving no room for White Zetsu, or even stronger disguised ninjas, to infiltrate them.

The Uchiha members then remembered.

The Night of the Clan Annihilation.

They had pursued Ingetsu, and after just one encounter, everyone had become his captive.

Thinking of this, they all felt ashamed, their old faces flushing red.

Izumi's expression turned solemn. She raised a finger and pointed at Kurenai beside Ingetsu and Nonō beside Mikoto, asking, "What about them?"

Ingetsu glanced at the two women, a slight smile playing on his lips. He replied, "They were branded the moment we met."

Hearing this, Kurenai and Nonō's beautiful eyes widened. They wondered when they had been branded with such a strange mark.

Uchiha Nanpu pondered, the lenses of his square-framed glasses reflecting the raging flames. He thought for a moment before honestly asking, "Captain Ingetsu, I'd like to ask... how do you know about these monsters?"

Everyone else finally realized that Ingetsu seemed to know a great deal about these humanoid lifeform monsters.

The Uchiha members all turned their gazes to Ingetsu.

The firelight illuminated Ingetsu's handsome face, casting a reddish glow and adding a touch of mystery to the edges of his black hair.

A sudden voice broke the brief silence.

"Heh, this is the price of being uneducated. My big brother always carries books around when he's with the Police Force. Do you think he reads them for nothing?"

Tamao said with a cold snort and a haughty tone.

"..." Uchiha Nanpu's face changed again, rendered speechless by this lunatic.

The Uchiha members immediately recalled past events.

One Uchiha member sighed, "Captain Ingetsu, when he has nothing to do at the Police Force, he indeed likes to sit alone in the open space behind his office's flower garden in the afternoon, basking in the sun, with a chair, a book, and a cup of tea, reading for the entire afternoon."

Another Uchiha member added, "It's also because of this lazy personality that Inabi, Tekka, Yashiro, and others don't like him."

Another Uchiha member chimed in:

"It's just that the high-ranking members of the Police Force are narrow-minded. Everyone knows that Captain Ingetsu managed the Konoha district he was responsible for in an orderly fashion. Patrols were completed in the morning, no one caused trouble in the afternoon, and there was no need for constant police intervention."

It was the accumulation of various excellent qualities and hobbies that made Ingetsu appear gentle and refined. Reading was also a well-known hobby of Ingetsu's.

As Kurenai Yuhi listened to the Uchiha recount Ingetsu's past, a look of intoxication spread across her mature and alluring face. After all, this was the man she had set her sights on.

His excellence was also the capital of her pride.

It was just that no one could have imagined.

This elegant, handsome, and gentle-as-water captain would commit demonic acts of trading his life for others' during the Night of the Clan Annihilation.

Those Uchiha who survived.

Were bought with Ingetsu's life, with the lives of his clansmen.

The thoughts of the Uchiha suddenly returned to the Night of the Clan Annihilation, their expressions filled with sorrow, their hearts aching.

The emotions surged with incredible speed.

"Waaah..."

Several younger Uchiha youths suddenly burst into tears, sobbing and crying.

Grief erupted like a volcanic eruption!

"Why did this happen!"

"Why didn't they spare even the civilians?"

"Brother, sister!"

An Uchiha knelt on the grass, sobbing and choking, his fists smashing fiercely against the ground.

No one stopped him.

At the edge of the bonfire, Mikoto lowered her head, silent, her eyes red, tears streaming down her face.

Fugaku's decision.

Was truly wrong.

Itachi's decision, doubly wrong.

Mikoto bit her lip tightly, drawing blood, her fingers digging into the grass. She felt that the Uchiha should not have developed to this point.

For a time, sorrow permeated the area around the bonfire.

Even outsiders like Nonō and Kurenai Yuhi felt a sense of empathy and pity for the Uchiha around them.

Whoosh--

The mountain wind howled, fanning the bonfire, as if the heavens and earth were watching over these homeless people, sending them a sliver of warmth in the dark night.

Ingetsu remained silent, reaching out to flip the wild boar that had been roasting for a long time, untouched by anyone. He couldn't comfort anyone.

Coming to the Ninja World.

Wasn't he also a homeless person?

In that other time and space.

He also had younger brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents, maternal grandparents...

So how could he die here!

Ingetsu's eyebrows suddenly twitched. Through his control over spiritual power via Yachihoko, he keenly felt that after another round of painful baptism, the Pupil Power of the Uchiha he had brought with him had strengthened considerably.

As for whether anyone could awaken the Mangekyo.

That remained unknown.

The Sharingan, the eye that mirrors the heart, the way to awaken it might not be extreme pain, but perhaps extreme joy and anticipation.

However, extreme pain and hatred, or extreme joy and anger, might not necessarily awaken the eye.

The Uchiha had developed from the Warring States period to the present. In recent times, besides Fugaku, only three super geniuses had awakened the Mangekyo.

Shisui, Itachi, and Sasuke.

These three had one thing in common: they did not possess the Mangekyo, yet their individual strength was outstanding, their talent extraordinary.

The group of people Ingetsu brought with him had guaranteed character, but they lacked that kind of genius. The Uchiha clan as a whole did not have any extra geniuses of that caliber.

The scarcity of Mangekyo in recent Uchiha history.

The problems were undoubtedly multifaceted.

He hadn't delved deeply into this aspect.

While everyone was lost in silent grief, Ingetsu summoned his black blade, Dark Moon. The space rippled like water, and the sharp, black blade materialized.

He tightly gripped Dark Moon, wanting to try injecting other Chakra nature transformations into the blade to see what effect it would produce.