The Holy Grail War About to Begin Again; the True Worth of "Yu's Valor, Unmatched Through the Ages"

The Uchiha Clan was a cursed clan, but it was also a clan defined by "love."

Extreme love gave rise to extreme hatred, and extreme hatred often stemmed from the utmost protection and cherishing in the beginning.

Although he was a Transmigrator, possessing the Uchiha Bloodline naturally meant that he also possessed the Uchiha's abundant emotions.

How could he possibly remain unmoved by the countless partings of life and death occurring across this land, by the silent grief and longing permeating the air?

Precisely because he was not numb, precisely because he cared, the heavy hope placed upon him regarding "resurrection" felt even more like an invisible set of shackles, testing both his ability and his heart.

He feared letting them down. He feared that this final hope would be completely extinguished because of him. He feared seeing even more eyes utterly dimmed by shattered hope.

Now, the appearance of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path was like a definite beam of light cast into a dark maze.

It did not reveal where the exit lay, nor how many thorns lined the road ahead, but it at least proved that the path called "resurrection" truly had an "entrance."

That heavy expectation was not pointing toward an inevitable cliff.

That was precisely why he felt relieved.

A clear responsibility was better than vague expectations; a known challenge was better than unknown fear.

Uchiha Ten slowly let out a long breath.

"I hope the final outcome will be a good one."

This hope did not merely point to the success of the technique. It also pointed to the human hearts that might be affected after that success.

If everything truly was as he had inferred, if the appearance of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path meant that the Samsara Heavenly