A Heart That Lies Flat, A Hidden Identity

The brain didn't care what the water and fire were arguing about and issued an order directly.

[Brain: Legs, go find those enemies who have entered the clan grounds. We cannot let them run wild.]

[Legs: Understood.]

Uchiha Kage, who was responsible for protecting Uchiha Yang, saw his master's strength and immediately waved for the others to go help deal with the enemies inside the clan grounds.

He was more than enough to protect his master on his own.

[Brain: Oh no, Master is waking up.]

[Sharingan: Hehehe, Master must have felt the power of the Two-Tomoe and wants to take action himself.]

Uchiha Yang, who had been fast asleep, was suddenly woken up by a full bladder.

Still groggy, Uchiha Yang tried to roll over, but a sudden sensation of weightlessness made him jolt so hard he nearly performed a mid-air spiral crash.

"What the hell is going on?"

Fully awake now, Uchiha Yang stared in bewilderment at the dead ninja lying right in front of him with his eyes wide open.

He wasn't in his warm bed anymore; he was standing in the middle of the fire-lit clan grounds, still wearing his pajamas.

[Brain: The clan is under attack, everyone has a duty. A lifetime of glory begins today.]

[Sharingan: Kill, kill, kill! The Three-Tomoe shall be mine today!]

[Lightning Affinity: Behold my divine might, nothing can withstand it!]

[Legs: Stop yapping, we've got company.]

In an instant, Uchiha Yang's legs blurred into afterimages, dodging with incredible speed. With a loud boom, the spot where he had been standing was blasted into a massive crater.

"You guys are going to be the death of me."

Uchiha Yang wore a bitter expression. He finally understood what was happening, as his body recorded everything it did into his memory.

After a brief moment of reflection, he recalled everything.

"Die!"

The enemy who had just attacked Uchiha Yang reappeared—it was a Senju Clan chunin.

Naturally, members of the Senju Clan were participating in this operation; otherwise, the Uzumaki Clan would never have agreed to it.

However, the Senju had only sent a few chunin, as they couldn't spare any jonin.

This was done to appease the Uzumaki Clan.

After all, no one could bear the full brunt of the Uchiha's monstrous rage alone.

[Hand: If a Buddha blocks the way, kill the Buddha; if a man blocks the way, kill the man.]

Uchiha Yang hadn't even reacted yet, but his hand had already swung the blade.

He had snatched this sword from an enemy.

Clang!

A fierce pressure traveled from the blade through his arm and shoulder, leaving Uchiha Yang's arm feeling numb.

But he knew he couldn't take control of his body yet.

He had never trained a day in his life and had absolutely no combat experience.

Of course, he could take control of any part of his body whenever he wanted, as he was their master.

Uchiha Yang's eyes suddenly shifted, his Two-Tomoe Sharingan spinning in a scarlet hue.

Genjutsu!

The Senju ninja's pupils constricted, terror flashing across his face.

Whoosh!

A flash of steel!

A thin line of blood sprayed from the Senju ninja's throat.

Bang!

The next second, Uchiha Yang kicked him away.

Seeing that the danger had passed, Uchiha Yang immediately took control of his body and scrambled toward his courtyard.

"Come out."

On the way, Uchiha Yang looked around and whispered.

Uchiha Kage appeared before Uchiha Yang instantly, dropping to one knee. "Master."

"Where are the others?"

Seeing only him, Uchiha Yang couldn't help but ask.

Uchiha Kage panicked, not daring to lie, and told him everything exactly as it happened.

"After witnessing your strength, I took the liberty of sending them to other parts of the clan grounds to stop the enemies from causing further destruction."

"This subordinate is guilty; I beg for Master's punishment."

"You are not guilty."

Uchiha Yang casually pardoned him for the unauthorized order and ran straight into his own room.

He opened the bottom layer of his wardrobe, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the black robe hidden at the very bottom.

Afterward, Uchiha Yang rummaged through a storage cabinet, pulled out a white spiral mask, and strapped it onto his face.

He was neither stupid nor slow; if the crisis in the clan territory wasn't resolved today, how would he be able to slack off in the future?

Damn Senju scum, damn Uzumaki scum—to think they dared to disrupt his quiet life. Sooner or later, he would make them pay the price.

I'm asking you all, can you act like this from now on? Give me a mask and a black robe, otherwise, if I get recognized, how am I supposed to live a carefree life in the future?

Uchiha Yang shouted in his heart.

If you keep playing around like this, you won't have any freedom to speak of later.

Faced with their master's threat, they trembled in fear. So fierce—truly worthy of being our master.

Seeing that they had quieted down, Uchiha Yang draped the black robe over his shoulders and adjusted the mask.

From here on, it's up to you.

[Brain: Received. We definitely will next time.]

[Hand: It's all the Brain's fault for not reminding me. We definitely will next time.]

[Brain: If you don't have anything to say, I won't treat you like a mute.]

Uchiha Yang rolled his eyes. Although he usually found these guys annoying for constantly trying to goad him into becoming stronger, having them around gave him even more of an excuse to slack off.

With their master's permission, his legs moved at lightning speed, while the five elemental attributes were already bickering over who would get to strike next.

Bang!

An Uzumaki chunin was pinned firmly to the wall by a short blade, stuck so deep he couldn't even be pried loose.

A black-robed figure with a white mask and scarlet eyes walked past him indifferently, pulling out the short blade as blood sprayed out like a fountain.

[Brain: That makes four.]

[Sharingan: Not enough, still not enough. I need greater stimulation, more blood to achieve the Three-Tomoe.]

[Legs: Then I'll keep looking.]

[Hand: Please wash your hands. I'm covered in blood, and it's uncomfortable.]

[Ears: I hear it. About a hundred meters ahead, there are sounds of fighting.]

Whoosh!

Uchiha Yang instantly transformed into a blur, sprinting toward the front.

As for Uchiha Yang, who didn't have to do a thing, a sudden thought occurred to him: if he left all the dirty and tiring work to his body, wouldn't his life of slacking off be even more comfortable?

The master's malice caused every part of his body to shiver involuntarily.

The scene where the battle was taking place was nothing short of a massacre.

The genin responsible for covering the clansmen's retreat to a safe zone had encountered an attack from an Uzumaki jonin.

They were being slaughtered one by one like lambs by that Uzumaki jonin, yet not a single one retreated; behind them were their own kin.

"Uzumaki Clan, you will face the endless, undying vengeance of the Uchiha!"

Watching his clansmen fall one after another, the last Uchiha genin screamed hysterically, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

His One-Tomoe Sharingan felt so powerless in that moment, but just then, the Sharingan underwent a mutation, and an extra tomoe appeared.

An awakening born of despair—this kind of power made the Uchiha clansman's personality grow increasingly paranoid.

"Hahaha! Once I slaughter you, I'll go and kill all your clansmen one by one."

Uzumaki Jiusen laughed with delight. He had originally thought this was a suicide mission, but he hadn't expected it to be this easy.

It seemed the fate of the Uchiha was already sealed.

"Ah!"

Uchiha Kaze, having just gained the power of the Two-Tomoe Sharingan, disregarded his own life and lunged forward with his blade.

"A mere Two-Tomoe Sharingan, die!"

Several chains erupted from behind Uzumaki Jiusen, striking toward his opponent.

This was the unique bloodline limit of the Uzumaki Clan, and the abilities of those who awakened it were never the same.