Rebirth

"The Uchiha Clan has no future in Konoha, and it will remain the same in the days to come! Are you truly content to live in such a wretched, submissive state? Or are you willing to follow me and make one final stand?"

"We can simply leave Konoha and seek a place where only our Uchiha Clan holds sway!"

In a daze, Qile seemed to hear a familiar voice echoing softly in his ears. Curiosity piqued, he slowly raised his head, casting his gaze toward the figure standing upon the high platform, delivering a passionate speech.

The man was tall, with long, raven-black hair that cascaded nearly to his waist...

However... wait?

After a sharp intake of breath, Qile's eyes widened instantly—isn't that Madara!

Huh!? A comic convention!?

At this moment, his mind went blank, and he felt dizzy, completely unable to grasp what was happening.

Consequently, he intended to cautiously look around...

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to move, his head was abruptly pressed down.

At the same time, a crisp, slightly youthful voice suddenly rang out: "Don't move around, or you'll get us caught!"

"Qile! Have you lost your mind? We snuck in here to eavesdrop on the clan meeting; this is already a grave taboo! Do you really want to expose us? If we get caught, will you take the beating for me!" As the voice spoke, a small hand pressed firmly on Qile's head, while the other tightly covered his mouth.

At that very moment, he, who had been unwilling and restless, wanting to look around, suddenly became perfectly still.

It wasn't because of the warning from the youthful voice beside him, but because his attention was entirely captured by the high platform ahead.

The person standing on the platform bore an uncanny resemblance to Madara from the anime!

Even worse, that person seemed to have sensed the movement and glanced directly toward their hiding spot...

That single glance made Qile feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his entire body turning cold.

He saw clearly that within the other's eye sockets, a terrifying red light flickered—it was the bewitching and deeply unsettling Sharingan!

Good heavens... how could this be?

His heart was filled with horror. Yet, he realized that he had inexplicably transmigrated!

That cold gaze—there was no mistake!

Recalling the various scenes from the anime he had watched, Qile broke out in a cold sweat.

One had to realize that in this Naruto World, filled with blood and slaughter, there was no such thing as fairness, justice, or moral codes.

Here, only the strong could survive; the weak were merely fish on a chopping block, waiting to be butchered.

Even those innocent people who never sought to harm others often could not escape the fate of being killed...

Qile's brain raced, various doubts surging in his mind like a tide.

He was filled with confusion: how could he have transmigrated to this strange world so magically just by taking a nap?

Is transmigration free of charge or something!!!!

Why couldn't I have transmigrated into a romance anime!!!

"Qile?" That clear, youthful voice sounded in his ear again, like a flowing spring.

The repeated calls, accompanied by a gentle nudge, finally pulled him from his dazed state back to reality.

"Qile? Are you okay? Did I press too hard? Please, don't be hurt." Looking at the panicked face of the child before him, he felt his head grow even more chaotic, as if tangled in a mess of yarn.

"Uh, I'm fine..." Qile knew the principle that "the more you say, the more you err." Before fully understanding his current situation, he felt it was best to remain silent to avoid unnecessary trouble.

However, he did learn his current name from this child...

Qile...

He stared quietly at the child, pondering how to deal with this sudden change.

Life is like a shifting fog, filled with endless unknowns and uncertainties. You can never know for sure what kind of maddening, bizarre event will befall you in the next instant.

Just then, Qile felt as if a sharp awl had been driven into his head; a piercing pain instantly spread through his skull, as if tearing his consciousness apart.

The agony of that moment felt worse than all the tortures in the world combined; time seemed to freeze, leaving only the unbearable pain.

Yet, this brief sensation was enough to leave an indelible mark, one he never wished to experience again.

Surprisingly, as the intense pain gradually subsided, Qile gained the memories of this body.

It was the second year since the founding of Konoha. In the first half of this year, the Five Great Nations had all signed that significant non-aggression treaty.

Thinking of this, combined with the words he had just heard, it meant that this was the very year the legendary Madara would leave the Uchiha Clan and embark on his path of exile!

At the same time, this was the beginning of the countdown to the Uchiha Clan's demise. Although the sand in the hourglass was still plentiful, there would eventually come a day when it ran out!

Perhaps, from the moment the Uchiha abandoned Madara and turned toward Konoha, the fate of the Uchiha Clan had already quietly changed.

The child standing beside him, who looked older, was Kagami Uchiha, his clan brother. It wasn't that they lacked blood ties—after all, they were both Uchiha, and there was no doubt they shared similar blood—but their kinship was relatively distant.

From his memories, he knew that he was more closely related by blood to Madara, who was currently speaking on the platform.

If one were to trace back three generations, they shared a common ancestor!

However, despite sharing the same origin, the bloodline awakening of Madara's lineage was extremely thorough, with Sharingan being activated as if they were free! It even produced two Mangekyo users, Madara and Izuna.

As for their own lineage... well, it would be impolite to continue!

And that was not all; by his generation, he was truly the only one left, as every single one of his direct relatives had already passed away.

"Do you truly feel nothing at all? Beneath the current facade of peace, what lies hidden is not genuine tranquility!" Standing upon the high podium, Madara slowly swept his gaze across the clansmen surrounding him.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes—disappointment in the clansmen who had followed behind him all this time.

There was a time when every word he spoke would be accepted and put into practice by these clansmen without a moment's hesitation.

Yet now, this fleeting peace had blinded their once-keen eyes, causing them to gradually begin acting in opposition to his own vision.

Since that was the case, why should he bother to crave the understanding of these clansmen any longer?

Perhaps they were no longer the group capable of fighting side-by-side with him, chasing their dreams together.

"I have said all that needs to be said, and I have no need for further words. All those willing to follow me and leave Konoha, stand up now!" Madara's voice was low and powerful, echoing through the air and striking at the heart of everyone present.

As Madara's voice slowly faded, the crowd remained trembling with their heads bowed, as if struck by a binding spell; no one dared to easily lift their heads to meet his sharp and complex gaze.

Yet, not a single person stood up to indicate a willingness to follow him and leave Konoha; in the end, they could not bear to part with the peace they could see right before their eyes.

At this moment, Madara stood there quietly, an indescribable sense of loss welling up within his heart.

He had originally thought that his words might move these clansmen, that there would be those who understood him and were willing to follow him away.

At this instant, Madara could not help but want to laugh; this laughter was not a mockery of these somewhat ignorant clansmen, but a form of self-deprecation.

"Since that is the case, then we shall go our separate..." Madara's tone revealed a hint of helplessness and exhaustion.

Just then, a crisp and youthful voice suddenly rang out from the side of the high platform, like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"I will go with you!"