Ninja World Anecdotes: The Origin of the Uchiha
The First head of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Tong's own handwriting:
If any member of our clan sees this inscription I left behind, it will prove that another person in our clan has emerged who can unlock the Mangekyo.
As the First head of the Uchiha Clan, I must congratulate you.
Having awakened the ultimate power of our race, you have already entered the ranks of the few people I can take seriously.
Feel honored, junior!
Inside the tomb, Kou stared speechlessly at the words on the tombstone that seemed to glow faintly under the Mangekyo's gaze, his lips twitching slightly:
"Holy crap, congratulations on unlocking the Mangekyo! Your emotional intelligence is just unbelievably low."
The authentication is complete! This tombstone is definitely not a fake; it was indeed written by a legitimate Uchiha, no doubt about it!
While complaining, Kou continued to look down...
Now that you have awakened the Mangekyo, those secrets that cannot be told to your clansmen can now be revealed to you.
Firstly, the reason I defied ancestral teachings and led my clan out of the secluded High Heaven Village, and led them to roam the Ninja World under the name "Uchiha," is...
It wasn't because of any lofty ambitions praised by the younger generation in the clan, but rather because of a mistake I made in my youth.
I trusted someone too easily.
Senju Zhengsen, a sworn enemy of our clan, the First patriarch of the Senju Clan clan, and also a close friend to whom I had shown my true feelings in my youth...
In my youth, I was impetuous and disobeyed my family's teachings, leaving my hometown to venture into the Ninja World alone.
Senju Zhengsen was a good friend I made back then.
Unlike the "Warring States Buddhist Master" who is now as famous as me, he was just a country bumpkin with great strength who made a living by chopping wood when he was young.
I met him when I was traveling through the Ninja World. We had a very pleasant conversation, and I even invited him to come along, but he had to decline because he was concerned about his elders at home.
About a year later, when I passed through that countryside again, thinking of visiting an old friend, I found that the village where Zheng Sen lived had been massacred by a rebel army!
The defeated soldiers who had been wandering the borders of various countries saw that this place was remote and began to plunder.
Zheng Sen led the remaining able-bodied men in the village in a fierce resistance, and miraculously defeated the hundreds of rebels with the manpower of just a few dozen households.
However, even with his extraordinary strength, he ultimately failed to protect his loved ones.
His elders were tragically killed in the chaos of the attack.
When I arrived, Masamune had already settled all the surviving elderly and children in the village. He sat alone in front of the ruins of the houses that had been mostly burned down, remaining silent for several days.
Unable to bear seeing my old friend so dejected, I invited him once again to travel with me through the Ninja World.
This time, he did not refuse.
In the years that followed, I traveled with Masamori, exploring the Ninja World together.
We have witnessed the pain and suffering inflicted on people by the endless wars between nations, and we have also seen firsthand the powerful families that monopolized Chakra extraction methods and stole the meager inheritances of our Ninjutsu School.
How they colluded with nobles from various countries, treating the already impoverished common people as livestock to be exploited at will.
I am ashamed that the legacy of my ancestors has been abused by such wicked people, and I am determined to use all my knowledge to punish this chaotic world. Zheng Sen also deeply appreciates my ambition.
Therefore, I imparted all my skills to him.
I taught him all the secret techniques I knew —Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, Chakra refinement and nature transformation—that had been passed down through generations of my clan and were never easily revealed to others.
To my surprise, he, who seemed dull-witted, was actually quite talented. Even within my clan, his talent was enough to rank him second only to me.
This extraordinary talent reminded me of a story I overheard from an elder in my family during a casual conversation.
The clan elders once said that in those distant years, long forgotten by most of the clansmen, there once existed a powerful force that had been our Ninjutsu School's enemy for generations— the Ninja Sect.
In contrast to us, who choose to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests for generations, the descendants of the Ninja Sect have chosen to integrate into the Ninja World, intermarrying, procreating, and living together with the people of this land.
Over time, their descendants have even forgotten their bloodline and past.
It's not impossible that Zheng Sen and his seemingly ordinary villagers might be descendants of the Ninja Sect.
If that's the case, it would be quite an interesting and intriguing thing for me to become close friends and master and disciple with this descendant of the "Ninja Sect".
However, even though Masamori and I share the same initial intention to change this chaotic world, our ideas about the path we take are completely different.
I firmly believe that only by unifying all nations with overwhelming power and establishing an absolute superpower that surpasses all nations can this endless war truly end.
But Masamori could never accept my path.
He firmly believed that true understanding could be achieved between people, and that peace would eventually come as long as people united, supported each other, and jointly resisted those who harbored ambitions to start wars.
Although I scoffed at his naive ideas and often ridiculed his ideals, and we had countless arguments because of this, no matter what—we remained each other's dearest friends.
At least at that time, I truly believed that.
Every beginning must have an end, and every separation must lead to parting.
Three years have passed in a flash. Even though I am unwilling, it is time for me to end this long journey and return to my hometown.
Before parting, I invited him to return to my hometown with me.
It's not just because I'm reluctant to part ways, but also because I know better than anyone that someone as naive as him, with all his skills but no guard against the wickedness of human nature, will inevitably face an irreversible tragedy in this chaotic world where people eat each other.
But as expected, he declined my invitation.
He was reluctant to leave behind the surviving villagers, and even more so, he was reluctant to leave behind those who needed help during the war.
And because I was reluctant to part ways, I impulsively made the most regrettable decision of my life.
I told him the location of High Heaven Village, the place where my clan had lived in seclusion in the Ninja World for hundreds of years.
I told him that if one day he encountered difficulties he could not face alone, or felt exhausted in this turbulent Ninja World, he could come to me.
At the time, I had no idea that this impulsive act, born of my reluctance to part with my dearest friend, would soon drag me and my clan into a catastrophe.
When I returned to my hometown with regret for parting from my dearest friend and trepidation about facing the questioning of the clan elders, what awaited me was a living hell.
The most powerful nation in the Ninja World —the Kingdom of Lin—dispatched its elite force, built over hundreds of years and composed entirely of Ninjutsu experts, to launch a surprise attack on our clan's secluded home!
Although our clan has the heritage left by our ancestors, our people, who have not fought a war for hundreds of years, are simply no match for the elite army that the neighboring country has honed over generations.
When I rushed back to my hometown, only a few hundred people remained of my family, which originally numbered several thousand.
The precious heritage passed down through generations of the clan was mostly destroyed in that war.
And each of those hundred or so people had opened the same eyes that I had gained after traveling through the Ninja World and witnessing all the ugliness of the world.
The Sharingan Kekkei Genkai limit that no one in the clan has awakened for nearly a hundred years!
I led the remaining people of my tribe and defeated the enemies who had invaded my homeland.
I also managed to extract information from the captured leader about how they knew the location of my clan's secluded dwelling.
According to the confession of the general from the neighboring country, a mysterious man wearing a straw hat named "Agarwood" approached the daimyo of the neighboring country not long ago and handed over all the detailed information about our clan's secluded place.
The figure of the mysterious person who betrayed our people to the neighboring country, as described by the general, is exactly the same as that of my dear friend, Senju Zhengsen!
The direction that Masamori headed when he parted from me was also the direction of the neighboring country.
No matter how hard I found it, when all the clues pointed to the same person, I finally had to accept the cruel truth.
Senju Zhengsen, my lifelong friend... betrayed me!
In blood and fire, in anger and hatred, I gained that power.
The power known as the Mangekyō Sharingan!!
(If you don't like reading unofficial historical accounts, that's okay, you can skip this part, and it will end in the next chapter, so it won't take too many chapters.)