Ino-Shika-Cho

At this moment, Kangetsu clenched his fists, shouting inwardly: Strength. What I lack most right now is strength.

However, Kangetsu also discovered something different—a power originating from his own soul.

Kangetsu felt a sudden clarity, thinking to himself: National Martial Arts, National Martial Arts... so that's how it is. Only with a nation can there be an art! I finally understand why my lineage of Killing Fist was branded as demonic in my past life!

It turns out we were called demons because our hearts lacked the responsibility and dedication to protect a nation! In this life, because I carry the shadow of the Uchiha clan within me, because I want to make the Uchiha strong and protect my family, I finally understand that this is what is meant by a "nation!"

Although the memories of his past life made him take his current identity lightly, the love rooted in his bloodline had caused him to deeply accept the Uchiha surname.

Feeling his spirit ascend, Kangetsu clenched his fists again. Staring at the mission board, he vowed: Ino-Shika-Cho—those three clans, I'm taking them!

The murderous aura that had clung to Kangetsu's blood-red clothes vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dominance.

Kangetsu's Sharingan spun with even greater velocity, causing the Two-Tomoe eyes to evolve, manifesting a third tomoe.

Regarding the change in his eyes, Kangetsu murmured to himself: "Three-Tomoe, huh? A truly perfect bloodline limit, yet it brings such heartache. I hope I never have the chance to awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan. Three-Tomoe is more than enough to reach my peak."

He turned around, his scarlet eyes reverting to black pupils. Surveying the carnage in the hall, Kangetsu said with cold indifference, "Inoue, collect the reward. As for these corpses, leave the head of that so-called young master of the Hagoromo clan, and burn the rest to ash."

He walked slowly out of the mission hall. The moment he stepped outside, Kangetsu declared, "I have my eyes on the Ino-Shika-Cho mission. If anyone dares to compete with me, I will make sure you learn the meaning of regret!"

With that, he retracted his murderous expression and began to walk slowly toward his home.

He left behind a crowd of stunned onlookers.

Among them were those of great strength and those of little.

Yet, the powerful ones merely smiled at the sight of such an aggressive brat, remarking, "What an arrogant little kid, but I like it—especially that murderous look of his."