Land of Fire, Konohagakure.
The former site of the Uchiha compound had now become a desolate stretch of ruins.
Nearly a year had passed since the Uchiha and the others had left.
At first, the Third Generation and Danzō had secretly dispatched people to keep the place under constant surveillance, hoping to find some trace of the vanished Uchiha.
But as time passed and they found nothing, the Third Generation and Danzō gradually lost patience.
Over a thousand members of the Uchiha Clan had truly vanished completely from this world.
Whether in the Land of Fire, the Land of Lightning, the Land of Water, or other nations, the Anbu and Root had searched every corner.
Yet they had failed to find even the slightest trace of the Uchiha.
At last, the Third Generation and the others believed that the Uchiha Clan had used some unknown method to conceal themselves completely.
Konoha's greatest clan, and its greatest hidden danger, had become history.
Thus, the former site of the Uchiha compound had gradually turned into an abandoned wasteland that no one cared about.
Without warning, space began to distort.
As though a curtain had been forcibly torn apart, black fissures spread through the night sky, gradually forming an enormous oval gateway.
Within the gateway lay depths so profound they seemed connected to endless nothingness.
Then, one figure after another stepped steadily and orderly out of the gateway, like a silent black tide.
A full hundred Uchiha elites wore matching dark combat uniforms beneath long robes bearing the Flame Gunbai crest. Their expressions were cold, their gazes sharp.
At their head stood Uchiha Yoru.
Standing at the very front, his scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan burned like two ghostly flames in the darkness as he calmly gazed upon this familiar land before him.
The light