Peace Is Won Through Battle

After Uzumaki Aken had been slain by Uchiha Madara and the others, the rest of the enemies at the Uchiha Compound were wiped out as well.

But the attack on the compound had come so suddenly that many members of the clan had died in the assault.

Cries and wails continued to ring through the bustling compound. Uchiha Yang lay in bed, his resentment toward the Uzumaki Clan growing even deeper.

Damn the Uzumaki Clan. No wonder you'll be wiped out in the future. You deserve it.

He wasn't being petty. This was called repaying a debt of vengeance.

So Uchiha Yang handed control of his body directly back to his body.

As for himself, naturally, he was going to sleep.

As for the plan to avenge the Uzumaki Clan, he'd leave that to his brain to figure out.

[Brain: The master actually entrusted me with something so important. I absolutely won't let him down.]

[Sharingan: I'm jealous. You get to come up with the revenge plan? Why didn't he give it to me?]

[Hand: Give it to you? A reckless plan with no brains?]

[Sharingan: What did you say? Say that again if you've got the nerve.]

The brain ignored their bickering and started working on the revenge plan.

The next day, when Uchiha Yang woke up, he saw the Revenge Plan on the desk by the window.

Uchiha Yang opened it and took a careful look. Oh, wow. Handing it to his brain really had been the right choice.

Apart from the five big characters on the front, the pages inside were completely blank. Just like him, the brain was careful in everything it did.

But there were still three days. No need to rush.

Good things came to those who waited.

As Uchiha Yang stepped outside, he saw white cloth hanging outside many homes.

The sound of mourning came from within, leaving him with a feeling he couldn't put into words.

"Yang."

Uchiha Yang looked over and saw Uchiha Izuna waving to him from a short distance away.

"How bad were our losses?"

After walking over, Uchiha Yang asked casually.

"More than thirty clan members died. A lot of them were still children."

Uchiha Izuna clenched his fists. Hatred for the Uzumaki and Senju filled his bloodshot eyes.

Uchiha Yang fell silent, then patted his shoulder in consolation. "We'll make our enemies pay, sooner or later."

Perhaps this attack was what had caused the Uchiha to be outmatched by the Senju Clan in the future.

Of course, the most important reason was that Uchiha Madara had lost to Senju Hashirama.

That was one of the main reasons.

Uchiha Yang had always suspected there was something fishy going on. After all, for a thousand years, the reincarnations of Asura and Indra had been locked in a fierce struggle.

So how had the outcome suddenly been decided in the generation of Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama?

It was quite possible that Black Zetsu had meddled behind the scenes, giving Senju Hashirama a little boost.

After all, the two sides should have been evenly matched. Even the weight of a single blade of grass could have tipped the scales of victory.

"How are things on the battlefield now?"

Uchiha Yang asked curiously.

After what had happened, who knew what might change on the battlefield?

After all, whether the Uchiha Clan did well affected how well his own days would go.

Uchiha Izuna hadn't slept all night. His eyes bloodshot, he replied, "Last night's report has already been sent to Father."

"I believe this three-year war will be over soon."

"Let's hope so."

Uchiha Yang nodded.

After saying goodbye to Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Yang went to the lake behind the compound.

"Go on, arrange a roasted rabbit for me."

Uchiha Yang spoke as if to himself.

Uchiha Kage, who was secretly protecting him, waved a hand and sent someone to find a rabbit.

"Deep blue skies, a gentle breeze by the lake. What a carefree life!"

Uchiha Yang reclined on the grass. Beside him, a wild rabbit sizzled and dripped fat on the grill.

Anyone who stood in the way of his peaceful life had to die.

Unnoticed, the Three-Tomoe Sharingan appeared in Uchiha Yang's eyes. His Sharingan spun wildly until the Tomoe joined together, forming a strange pattern.

[Sharingan: Holy crap! The Mangekyō Sharingan! Turns out I was the useless one all along.]

The Sharingan, which had been training late into the night every day, had never imagined its master could evolve the Three-Tomoe Sharingan into the Mangekyō so effortlessly.

[Brain: Holy crap! The master is so strong.]

[Hand: Good thing the master doesn't train. Otherwise, what would be left for me to do?]

[Leg: Got it, got it. The master's been giving us a chance to show what we can do all along.]

Uchiha Yang hadn't expected to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan just by having a moment of insight.

And the two powers of his Mangekyō Sharingan were practically heaven-defying.

The next moment, Uchiha Yang hid the Mangekyō Sharingan.

The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. If he wanted to keep lazing around, he couldn't let anyone find out.

[You lot better behave yourselves. Don't cause trouble, especially when I'm asleep.]

After hearing them promise again and again, Uchiha Yang finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Master, here you are."

A Shadow Guard presented Uchiha Yang with a sizzling rabbit leg.

Uchiha Yang picked up the hot rabbit leg, tore off a big bite, then grabbed a cup of wine that had been prepared and downed it in one gulp.

"Ah!"

It was a little too hot. Uchiha Yang opened his mouth to let out the heat.

"I knew you'd be here."

Uchiha Madara appeared behind him at some point, walked up to the roasted rabbit, and, without a word, tore off the other leg before sitting beside him and eating heartily.

"What brings you here? The clan still needs you to look after it."

Uchiha Yang wasn't surprised to see him. The two of them often met here.

"When do you think peace will finally come? When will there be no more wars?"

Only in front of Uchiha Yang did Uchiha Madara let a trace of confusion show. He never showed this side of himself, not even to Izuna.

Uchiha Yang thought the question was rather childish, but since it was Uchiha Madara asking, he patiently answered.

"People are complicated creatures. Wherever there are people, there's conflict, because people have desires, and desire is a bottomless pit."

"So, the peace you're talking about will come, but war will still exist."

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

Uchiha Madara was still an ambitious young man, and he had no qualms about asking questions.

"Look over there."

Uchiha Yang tossed away the bone, washed his hands in the lake, then turned to Uchiha Madara. The place he pointed to was the Uchiha Compound.

"The compound?" Uchiha Yang frowned as he pondered.

"The peace of the compound is peace to me. Peace has always been here, because my uncles and the others keep war outside."

"That's how things are. If you want peace, someone has to step forward and shoulder everything alone, leaving peace to the people behind them."

What Uchiha Yang said wasn't profound. It only took a little thought to understand.

"So this is peace."

Uchiha Madara was moved. He murmured to himself.

"Isn't it?" Uchiha Yang asked with a chuckle.

"Peace is won through battle, not through wishful thinking."

"Your history with Senju Hashirama from years ago is a taboo in the clan. No one talks about it, but I know about it."

"I don't want to talk about him."

At the mention of Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara reacted strongly.

"Tsk!" Uchiha Yang teased him with a smile. "Looks like you still can't forget him."