Terrifying News, Possible Attempt

Outside Tobirama Senju's laboratory, cold terror and scorching rage collided and exploded within the heart of the Uchiha scout team leader. He bit his lip until it bled, forcing the roar that nearly escaped his throat back into the depths of his chest, while his Three-Tomoe Sharingan frantically recorded the blasphemous scene inside: gray, lifeless bodies, hollow eyes, and Tobirama's detached, clinical demeanor.

Must... get the news back!

He suppressed the urge to charge in and destroy everything, signaling his team—who were trembling with equal parts shock and fury—to retreat immediately, a gesture reserved for the most extreme danger.

However, just as they attempted to melt into the shadows and slip away—

"Hum..."

Inside the lab, Tobirama Senju seemed to sense something; his brows furrowed, and his hands paused mid-experiment. He did not rely on sight or sound, but on an extreme sensitivity to fluctuations in the barrier—the seals the Uchiha team had used to infiltrate had rippled, however imperceptibly, under the weight of their intense emotions.

"We have rats," Tobirama spat out coldly.

Almost the moment his words fell, the two earliest, most stable Impure World Reincarnation subjects in the corner of the lab snapped their hollow eyes toward the Uchiha team's hiding spot. Their stiff bodies erupted with speed that defied their form, and like two gray ghosts, they smashed through the laboratory's outer wall!

"Retreat!" the Uchiha leader roared, abandoning all stealth. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly as he hurled a kunai at the incoming reanimated corpses.

The kunai sank precisely into the eye socket of one subject, but it was like stabbing into rotted wood—there was no blood, no scream. The subject merely paused, pulled out the kunai, and the damage to its eye socket healed instantly as gray dust converged to fill the void!

"Physical attacks are ineffective!" another Uchiha member cried out, unleashing a Fire Style jutsu that engulfed one of the subjects in scorching flames.

As the fire dissipated, the subject stood charred, but gray light flowed through the cracks in its skin. The blackened surface flaked away, rapidly restoring its original state, and it lunged forward once more! Their strength and speed might not match their living selves, but that immortal, indestructible nature was enough to drive any opponent to despair.

"Go!" The leader made a split-second decision, knowing that to remain was to die. He led the team in a fighting retreat, attempting to use their speed to shake off the pursuers.

But the reanimated subjects knew no fatigue and feared no injury, clinging to them relentlessly. Even worse, new movement came from the direction of the lab—the newly resurrected, highly unstable Uchiha subject charged out with a roar. Its hollow eyes spun in chaotic, mismatched patterns, indiscriminately unleashing sporadic fireballs and genjutsu remnants in every direction, throwing the scene into total pandemonium.

"Stop them!" Tobirama's voice drifted from the lab, cold and heartless. He did not pursue them himself, seemingly more concerned with the laboratory's data and the unstable jutsu.

This chase, unfolding in the heart of Senju territory, was brutal and bizarre. The Uchiha elites fought with everything they had, using their Sharingan to predict, ninjutsu to bombard, and genjutsu to interfere, but against these unkillable undead constructs, their resistance grew increasingly futile.

To cover the leader's retreat, one member was seized by the unstable Uchiha subject. In the next heartbeat, a violent explosion rocked the area—the member had chosen to detonate explosive tags at the last moment, perishing together with the reanimated corpse.

BOOM!

Dust filled the air, and fragments of the subject danced in the sky before slowly converging once more. As for the Uchiha champion, there was nothing left of him.

The leader's eyes were bloodshot, but he could only use the shockwave of the explosion to accelerate his escape. Three other members fell one after another during the interception, their sacrifices buying only a sliver of a chance for the leader to carry the intelligence away.

In the end, only the severely wounded Uchiha leader, relying on the insight of his Sharingan and the gaps bought by his comrades' lives, managed to shake off the pursuit. Dragging his broken body, he fled back to the Uchiha compound as if his life depended on it.

When he arrived, covered in blood and barely clinging to consciousness, and delivered the intelligence to Izuna Uchiha, the entire Uchiha leadership fell into a deathly silence.

"...Manipulating the dead... bodies of gray, cracked dust... immortal and indestructible... even capable of using the dojutsu they possessed in life..." Izuna listened to the leader's fragmented, terror-filled report, his face turning paler than paper, his knuckles white as he gripped the table.

He could see the future battlefield: the martyrs of the Uchiha, dragging their broken bodies to turn their blades against their own descendants! What utter despair! What humiliation!

"Pfft—" Overcome by rage and anxiety, compounded by days of mental exhaustion and excessive consumption of his dojutsu power, Izuna spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying as he nearly collapsed.

"Lord Izuna!" the others cried out in alarm.

Izuna raised a hand to stop them, wiping the blood from his lips. His eyes burned with a near-maniacal, paranoid fire: "Tobirama Senju... you blasphemous devil! The Uchiha and you... shall never coexist!"

He turned his gaze sharply to the dying scout leader: "You did well! A hero of the Uchiha! Your sacrifice will not be in vain!"

He knew he had to do something. He had to stop this jutsu! He had to find a way to counter it, or... destroy it, before Tobirama could perfect it further!

But at present, Madara Uchiha was still recovering from severe injuries, his own eyesight was rapidly deteriorating, and the clan's high-end combat power was stretched thin. A head-on collision offered little hope of victory.

An extreme sense of crisis, like cold vines, tightened around Izuna's heart, pushing him toward an even more extreme path.

The news spread like a plague through the upper echelons of the Uchiha, bringing unprecedented panic and fury. Uchiha Sou also learned of the news, and his heart sank to the bottom of an abyss.

It has accelerated... the appearance of the Impure World Reincarnation is far earlier than expected. Tobirama's research speed is simply terrifying...

He could feel the atmosphere of despair and hysteria permeating the clan. He knew that Izuna had been pushed to the brink and would likely make even more irrational decisions.

That night, Uchiha Sou sat alone in his room, his consciousness sinking into the realm of "Weaving Logic." The harmonious fluctuations of internal seeking flowed slowly, allowing him to maintain a sliver of calm. He attempted to deduce: if he were Izuna, what would he do?

Storm the lab? The success rate was near zero. Assassinate Tobirama? That was a pipe dream. Then... he could only start from the jutsu itself? Find a way to restrain the undead?

His thoughts raced. The Impure World Reincarnation was, in essence, a combination of summoning, contract sealing, and soul manipulation. A method of restraint...

Powerful sealing jutsu? The Uchiha were not skilled in this. Attacking the caster directly? As difficult as reaching the heavens. Or... interfering with the link between the soul and the vessel?

He attempted to deduce, based on the insight of his own Double Tomoe Sharingan and his faint, extreme sensitivity to his own "causality," whether he could develop some method to deal with this "deadly silence" and "discordant" power.

He focused his mind, his Double Tomoe spinning slowly. He could not touch causality directly like a Mangekyou, but he could vaguely sense a certain "coordination" or "discord" between his own state and the surrounding environment. The aura of the Impure World Reincarnation, in his perception, was a form of extreme "discord."

He tried to condense the internal harmonious fluctuations sought by "Weaving Logic" to the extreme, projecting them through his Double Tomoe Sharingan—not as an attack, but more like a "searchlight."

His target was a slightly withered potted plant on his desk.

He maintained his inner peace and intent of harmony with all his might, projecting the imagery of "life" and "harmony" through his gaze, however weakly.

A moment later, the withered leaves of the plant seemed to... stretch, ever so imperceptibly? Or rather, the faint vitality contained within seemed to have its internal disorder "smoothed out" for a brief moment?

The effect was almost negligible, and the subject was a plant, not a soul contract filled with resentment.

But Uchiha Sou's heart stirred.

Perhaps... the direction is correct? Although I cannot purify or destroy that jutsu, could extreme "inner harmony" produce a faint "repulsion" or "neutralization" against that "external evil discord"?

This would require long-term, focused cultivation, and a deeper understanding of that "deadly, discordant silence"...

He knew this was only an insignificant starting point, and the road ahead was long with little hope. But this was the only possible direction he could conceive of, based on his own Double Tomoe and the realm of "Weaving Logic."

Outside, Izuna was being driven into a corner. He ordered the collection of all fragmented records regarding summoning, sealing, and the soul, while simultaneously using his Mangekyou more frequently, employing brutal means to maintain his rule and plan his retaliation.

The conflict between the two clans entered a bloodier phase prematurely due to this blasphemous prototype of a forbidden technique.

Uchiha Sou stood amidst the torrent, continuing his dull and dangerous practice of Weaving Logic and the faint Harmonization while observing with cold eyes.

He saw the growth and anxieties of Kagami Uchiha, and he also saw the other clansmen becoming increasingly radical.

The path of Inner Harmony Defense he was attempting was like groping for a faint Fire Fly in the thorny darkness; he did not know if it could illuminate the future, or even if it could preserve his own life.

The messages from the dead had transformed into a death warrant. On this thorny path, one could only move forward. As for the level of the Mangekyou, he still possessed only a vague sense of awe and a distant resonance stemming from the depths of his bloodline—he knew of its power, yet knew nothing of its details.