The Birth of a New Uchiha Clan Head!

Just as the kunai in Shingen's hand thrust toward Fugaku.

"Poof!"

Purple chakra erupted like flames, instantly coalescing into a skeletal arm that shielded Fugaku entirely within.

The kunai struck the translucent bone with a dull thud, unable to pierce any further.

"Wh-what is this..."

"Look at Lord Fugaku's eyes!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

Fugaku slowly opened his eyes.

The original Three Tomoe had vanished, replaced by a pair of eyes never before seen in the clan, their pupils etched with intricate patterns.

Elder Shingen slowly stood up, his voice low:

"When the former clan head fell in battle, Fugaku was by his side. Watching the clan head collapse with his own eyes allowed his Sharingan to complete its final evolution."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"These are the same eyes as the legendary Madara Uchiha—the Mangekyo Sharingan!"

The crowd fell into a deathly silence.

Then, a violent uproar broke out.

"It's actually the legendary eyes! Doesn't that mean Lord Fugaku is guaranteed to win?"

"I told you Lord Fugaku would definitely win!"

On the field, Shingen sighed softly.

Having read the original plot, he naturally knew Fugaku possessed the Mangekyo.

It was just a pity he hadn't managed to defeat Fugaku before he awakened it.

The best method he could conceive was to use genjutsu to control Fugaku.

Unfortunately, Fugaku also possessed the Sharingan, so he could at most be trapped in a mild genjutsu.

If he had simply thrown the kunai, Fugaku's instincts would have easily identified the danger and dodged.

Only by transforming into Itachi to deceive Fugaku's subconscious—making him believe there was no harm and preventing him from forming hand seals—could he have possibly succeeded.

Regrettably, at the very last moment, Fugaku had managed to break free from the genjutsu and activate Susanoo.

Fugaku's reaction was lightning-fast; the moment the skeletal arm formed, he slammed it down hard toward Shingen.

The purple bone palm carried a fierce gale, and it looked as though it was about to crush Shingen.

Everyone present held their breath.

"Bang!"

The deafening roar made eardrums ache.

As the dust settled, a yellow skeletal arm was seen firmly bracing against Fugaku's attack!

The crowd's expressions turned to shock.

Even Fugaku wore a look of surprise.

He had thought that once he activated Susanoo, the duel would be over.

He never expected that Shingen would also have awakened the Mangekyo!

Fugaku looked up.

In Shingen's eyes were the same unfamiliar patterns.

Shingen didn't give him time to overthink.

The yellow arm flipped with the momentum, attempting to grab Fugaku's purple skeleton.

Fugaku reacted quickly, retreating immediately to dodge the grab.

The next second, the two skeletal arms collided once more.

The shockwaves of the impact rippled across the ground.

Several Uchiha clansmen with lower strength stumbled backward, some landing hard on their backsides.

Both Susanoos remained in their first stage—mere crude skeletons without armor or weapons.

It was pure brute force against brute force.

Fugaku's fighting style was direct: suppress, suppress again, and crush with power.

But he gradually realized that Shingen wasn't just brute-forcing the clash.

His opponent seemed to be constantly looking for an opening, trying to seize him.

Fugaku didn't understand what Shingen was planning, but he had no intention of letting him succeed.

The two tangled for several more rounds, with Fugaku consistently holding the upper hand.

He had been training longer than Xuandou and possessed far richer combat experience.

As long as the battle continued in this manner, his victory was inevitable.

Yet, in the brief gap of a position swap.

Xuandou's yellow Susanoo instantly seized that purple arm which had failed to dodge in time.

"Yomotsu!"

As the words fell, Fugaku felt the space around him ripple like water.

The next second, he had already been dragged into a strange world.

Before Naka Shrine, only the clan members remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"What's going on?"

"Where are they? How did they disappear?"

"Where is Lord Fugaku!"

The three elders also stood up, their expressions grave.

Elder Chie whispered:

"This is likely the ability of Xuandou's Mangekyo Sharingan... a space-time ninjutsu. He has taken Fugaku away."

On the other side, Fugaku steadied his stance and immediately scanned his surroundings.

There was no sunlight here, nor any wind.

All around was a gray, hazy mist that obscured the distance, severely hindering his vision.

Beneath his feet was solid ground, cold to the touch, like stepping on ancient stone slabs.

The air was filled with an indescribable, murky aura—not the scent of rot or smoke, but rather... the smell of something abandoned for a very, very long time.

Here, his five senses were severely suppressed.

He tried to sense his chakra.

But it felt as if his hands and feet were stuck in deep mud, unable to exert any strength.

"Is this... space-time ninjutsu?"

Fugaku muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping the area.

Xuandou's figure had completely vanished into the mist.

Immediately after, Fugaku felt a foul aura attach itself to him, beginning to erode the chakra within his body.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

Fugaku quickly formed the hand seals and spat out a fireball.

But the fireball didn't fly far before it visibly shrank and dimmed, like a candle flame in the wind, struggling for a moment before extinguishing.

The mist closed back in.

Fugaku's brows locked tight.

Both the power and range of his ninjutsu were being affected by this space, significantly diminished.

He knew he had to find Xuandou and defeat him as quickly as possible.

If he dragged this out, he would only become increasingly passive.

After much hesitation, Fugaku finally decided to use his own Mangekyo Sharingan.

His ability was: to foresee the future by five seconds!

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

The scene five seconds into the future appeared in his mind.

In his vision, the mist remained thick.

The ground had not changed.

There was no sign of Xuandou.

The only change was that his own condition had worsened due to the erosion of this space!

"What kind of bizarre ability is this!"

Since his ocular jutsu was ineffective, he continued to attempt ninjutsu.

If Fire Style wouldn't work, he would try Earth Style.

He formed the seals and slammed his hands onto the ground.

The ground remained completely motionless.

At this moment, Xuandou was hiding in the mist, watching Fugaku quietly.

Unlike Fugaku, whose five senses were suppressed and whose body was being eroded, he remained completely unaffected as the master of this space.

He could choose to let anyone who entered this space be eroded, or grant them immunity, as he pleased.

This was the power of his dōjutsu, Yomotsu!

Once he seized the opportunity to drag an opponent into the Yomi Space, they would be continuously eroded by the environment.

Unless he granted them permission, they could not escape, even by using other space-time ninjutsu.

Without a way out, they would end up just like Fugaku: possessing immense power but unable to use it, slowly drained of chakra until they perished from the space's erosion.

Fugaku's five senses were suppressed, and his chakra was slipping away bit by bit.

He tried several more times within the mist.

Fire Style, shurikenjutsu, and even attempts to track Uchiha Gento with his Sharingan.

Regrettably, it was all in vain.

The chakra within him was being eroded away, leaving him with less and less.

Ten minutes passed.

Fugaku ceased his movements and stood where he was.

He looked up at the gray, hazy sky.

"...I concede."

Within the mist, Uchiha Gento's figure slowly emerged.

He said nothing, simply walking to Fugaku's side and placing a hand on his shoulder.

The space twisted once more.

In front of Naka Shrine.

The space tore open like a wound, and the two figures reappeared.

The surrounding Uchiha clansmen watched them emerge, their faces filled with curiosity.

Who had won?

Fugaku's face was somewhat pale.

He looked toward Elder Chie:

"I have lost."

The scene erupted into an immediate uproar.

Although they knew Uchiha Gento was formidable, few had expected him to defeat Fugaku.

Even hearing Fugaku admit it himself, many still found it difficult to believe.

Yet, the truth was right before their eyes.

In the crowd, Shisui stood quietly.

His gaze rested on Uchiha Gento, then shifted to Fugaku, his eyes flickering as he pondered.

Mikoto stood a short distance away, her hands gently folded in front of her, her eyes betraying her hidden concern for her husband.

Beside her, Itachi looked up, his calm gaze shifting from his father to Uchiha Gento.

He did not speak.

But a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Elder Chie nodded gently, her expression one of gratification.

"Since that is the case, I cast my vote for Uchiha Gento."

Elder Zong Yan could no longer contain himself; he strode forward, grabbed Uchiha Gento's hand, and raised it high.

His voice boomed:

"I hereby announce that Uchiha Gento is the new clan head of our Uchiha clan!"

The moment Elder Zong Yan made the announcement, a system notification rang in Uchiha Gento's mind:

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission! The Clan Panel has been officially unlocked.]

Uchiha Gento felt a surge of excitement within.

Only now that he had become the clan head was the Clan System fully accessible!

He immediately opened the system interface with his thoughts to examine the newly unlocked Clan Panel.