You, Become a Demigod of the Shinobi World!

Returning home without wealth was like walking at night in fine clothes...

"Stop!"

Beneath the mask, Toji's face darkened as he called a halt to Uchiha Yan's suicidal stunt.

He took back what he had just said.

Uchiha Yan was fundamentally no different from Sasuke.

Running to Naka Shrine to tear the place down, then retreating after one strike, might seem low-risk.

But considering that an Uchiha who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan was wandering around outside, no matter how mild-tempered Hashirama was, he probably would not stand by and watch. As for Tobirama, there was no need to mention him—he would definitely volunteer to pursue her.

Even worse, it might draw Madara Uchiha's pursuit.

What kind of place was Naka Shrine? It was probably Jerusalem in Madara's heart. It was there, before the underground stone tablet, that he received Black Zetsu's revelation and embarked on his later path.

The consequences of destroying a holy site were easy to imagine.

Charging headfirst into a dead end from both sides.

Wood Human, Susanoo, Flying Thunder God—all of them would come crashing down on her. That was simply courting death.

"The Mangekyō Sharingan can grant you immense power, but the price is that it is unstable."

"Every time you use its ocular techniques, your eyesight will deteriorate until you go completely blind. You will even lose the most basic Sharingan. If you do not want to become useless so quickly, do not casually use Susanoo unless you are at death's door."

Toji did not threaten her with death. Instead, from her perspective, he pointed out the damage using Susanoo would inflict on her eyes.

This pair of Mangekyō Sharingan was the crystallization of Toji's biotechnology. In a sense, they were his children. Uchiha Yan could refuse to care about herself, but she