The CPU Grand Instructor of the Uchiha Clan!

Autumn, the 54th year of Konoha.

The autumn breeze was light, and the treetops were a sea of gold. Occasionally, a few leaves drifted down like dancers in the wind, graceful and moving.

Although the death of the Hyuga Clan branch head had left some ninja clans within the village feeling restless, the signing of the peace treaty with the Cloud Village had perfectly blanketed all gloom under the sun.

This long-lost atmosphere of peace finally allowed Konoha, weary from war, to catch a breath from the lingering shadows of the Nine-Tails incident.

However.

Within this peaceful Konoha, in a remote corner far from the core, the Uchiha Clan training ground was currently a scene of intense activity. The neat and resolute moving formations radiated a youthful, hot-blooded energy.

Under the setting sun.

Young boys with black hair and black eyes, the Uchiha flame fan crests on their backs, were sprinting at high speed along the circular track of the training ground.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!...

Moving at speeds far exceeding any hundred-meter dash champion, these young Uchiha, all with weights strapped to their limbs, maintained a pace and formation that was remarkably uniform.

Without physical fitness, keen observation, and sheer willpower, these young Uchiha could never have displayed such a daunting, iron-blooded aura.

If this scene were to take place in any other Konoha clan, it would be enough to make the elders, who yearned for their family's prosperity, sigh with heartfelt emotion that the hope for their clan's flourishing had finally arrived.

But!

"You are truly the worst batch of Uchiha I have ever led!"

As the final round of the "hundred-lap sprint" concluded, the sweat-drenched boys stood tall, heads held high in a neat line at the center of the field. Yet, they were not met with the recognition and encouragement they had imagined, but with a mocking smile full of disdain and regret.

Huff... huff...

Even though the physical exhaustion made it difficult for the young Uchiha to breathe, leaving them with little strength to retort, the pride radiating from their bloodline made them stubbornly lift their chins, their eyes fixed firmly on the tall, rugged, and handsome figure before them.

He was the youngest member of the Council of Elders in the history of the Uchiha Clan, currently in charge of the clan's youth training, and a "madman" feared by the Uchiha and the entirety of Konoha alike.

Uchiha Jin!

"What? Not convinced?"

Uchiha Jin's cold gaze swept across the field, a hint of perfectly measured mockery playing on his lips. As he mused to himself that this tactic never failed, he continued coldly.

"This little bit of training has you gasping for air? Calling you trash would be an insult to the word itself."

"We are not trash! We are Uchiha! The most excellent Uchiha!"

For these young Uchiha with their keen eyesight, the mockery and disappointment Uchiha Jin tried to suppress but failed to hide were all the more visible. It pierced their young, proud hearts like a sharp blade, and a strength born from nowhere compelled them to shout an angry rebuttal.

"Not trash?"

The smile on Uchiha Jin's face grew even more brilliant. He looked at the ragged breathing of the chests before him with contempt, then continued coldly.

"It's just a tiny bit of basic taijutsu training. Look at the sorry state you're all in—how can you even have the nerve to call yourselves excellent?"

"Taijutsu doesn't matter at all! The Sharingan is the true power of the Uchiha!"

In the crowd, a cute boy who was clearly younger than the rest suddenly stepped forward while everyone else remained silent, roaring stubbornly at the figure who looked down upon them.

Uchiha Sasuke!

As he realized the identity of the boy, a strange light flickered deep within Uchiha Jin's pupils before he returned to his mocking smile.

It seems today really is the first day "Number Two" is participating in clan training...

Having grown up surrounded by adoration and having shown decent talent during his recent entrance to the ninja academy, only a greenhorn who hadn't been tempered would fail to understand why no one around him dared to talk back to Uchiha Jin.

However!

Time really does fly. In the blink of an eye, the day the twin destinies intersect has arrived, which means the real show is about to begin.

How truly exciting...

But.

Those matters clearly could not affect today's training order. Uchiha Jin had far too much experience with hot-headed brats like "Number Two."

"Oh? And have you awakened your eyes yet?"

Uchiha Jin swept a playful glance at Sasuke. The simple words caused the boy's fair face to flush red instantly, and he stood frozen in place, his once-passionate words cut short as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

Too young!

Uchiha Jin gave a disdainful laugh, then looked toward the older Uchiha at the back of the formation.

"And you lot, still sneaking smiles? Do you have no self-awareness of your own situation?"

Ugh...

The familiar silence descended upon the field once more, and those stubborn, eager gazes refocused on Uchiha Jin.

"The power of the Sharingan is beyond doubt, and the two-tomoe and three-tomoe Sharingan are far from the limit of our Uchiha Clan!"

Uchiha Jin's impassioned tone carried a hint of seduction. Clearly, his words easily captured the hearts and minds of the young Uchiha below, and their stubborn gazes became increasingly curious and burning.

Could there be a Sharingan even more powerful than the three-tomoe?

Sensing the increasingly fervent gazes from below, Uchiha Jin had no intention of keeping them in suspense and continued leisurely.

"The so-called Konoha Village was established by our clan's ancestor, Uchiha Madara, and the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, after they pacified the chaotic Warring States period. These two great beings, known as the 'Legendary Ninjas,' possessed power akin to that of gods."

"As for that fame-seeking, shameless Sarutobi Hiruzen, who has the audacity to call himself the 'Strongest Hokage'—a guy like that wouldn't even last a second in front of Old Man Madara!"

"What!"

It wasn't just Sasuke; even the other Uchiha cubs in the Clan Discipline Camp were shocked. This was the first time they had ever heard anything about Uchiha Madara.

Could it be that the Uchiha clan once produced such a powerful existence?

Recalling Uchiha Jin's mention of a Sharingan level that surpassed the Three-Tomoe, the Uchiha cubs felt a vague premonition in their hearts. Born with an innate drive to pursue greater power, their hearts began to beat faster than ever before.

"That's right!"

Uchiha Jin was quite satisfied with the reaction of the cubs below. After casting a slight glance toward the distance, he spoke decisively once more.

"Above the Three-Tomoe Sharingan lies the Mangekyo Sharingan, legendary for possessing the 'Power of the Gods'!"

"Under the gaze of these eyes, even the most powerful Nine-Tails Fox must bow and submit, and so-called Kage-level powerhouses are nothing more than ants. However..."

Seeing that the effect was sufficient, Uchiha Jin abruptly shifted his tone, the sense of bewitchment in his voice growing even more intense.

"Uchiha Madara, who possessed such a powerful Mangekyo Sharingan, was once able to easily defeat the combined forces of the Second Tsuchikage and the Third Tsuchikage using only taijutsu. Do you think there might be a secret behind how this Uchiha Madara possessed such formidable physical prowess?"

"What secret?"

Uchiha Jin's description of the Mangekyo Sharingan left the Uchiha cubs feeling lightheaded, as if they were on the verge of awakening such divine power themselves, and they all muttered the question unconsciously.

"What is the Sharingan?"

"The Sharingan is indeed a powerful Kekkei Genkai, but this Kekkei Genkai is manifested through our eyes, and our eyes are also a part of our body!"

"So, isn't it necessary to possess a robust physique to have the capacity to sustain a pair of powerful eyes? And only a sufficiently powerful pair of eyes can carry the immense ocular power of our Uchiha Clan's Sharingan!"

"Therefore!"

As Uchiha Jin reached this point, the bewitchment in his voice vanished, replaced by a roar filled with fury that swept across the entire training ground like a storm.

"Do you still have the nerve to use the excuse that taijutsu isn't important?"

Just as expected!

As Uchiha Jin had anticipated, the Uchiha cubs below, who had previously shown signs of fatigue, were now breathing heavily as if they had been injected with adrenaline, appearing ready to throw themselves into the great cause of physical training immediately.

Tsk tsk... simple-minded Uchiha!

Although it wasn't much different from before, Uchiha Jin couldn't help but praise his own superb manipulation skills for this "adrenaline shot" that grew more effective with each passing day.

Ninjas, after all... were always high-attack and low-defense.

While taijutsu might seem to have a low ceiling, it was actually a fundamental element that spanned from the level of a Genin all the way to the Six Paths level. Practicing taijutsu was inevitably an effective means of increasing one's strength.

In particular, the Uchiha inherited bloodline power from the Otsutsuki clan. Even if they only inherited the Yin-style power oriented toward ocular techniques, they still held a massive advantage compared to ordinary civilian ninjas. Most importantly, the acquisition of this physical strength was a crucial link in Uchiha Jin's plan.

Feeling the increasingly restless emotions of the Uchiha cubs below, Uchiha Jin whispered in a voice only he could hear.

"Only the stronger these Uchiha become..."

Jin tilted his head slightly to glance at the distant woods, then turned his gaze toward the young figures sweating on the training ground. A flash of cold, murderous intent suddenly cut through the gentle smile in his eyes.

"The greater the benefits they will bring me after they die!"