The Former Mangekyo Sharingan Experts

"Oh?" Qin Mo raised an eyebrow. "Tell me in detail."

Cang gave a bitter smile. "One of them is named Uchiha Jin. He once awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan.

But during a mission, his right eye was blinded by an enemy, and his ocular power suffered a heavy blow. Ever since then, he gave up on himself.

The other one, Uchiha Yan—his eyes are intact, but..."

Shun took over. "His wife and two children all died on the battlefield. After that, he went mad.

He drinks all day, his mind muddled. Sometimes he can't even remember who he is."

When Crimson Snow heard this, her brows knit slightly, and she subconsciously looked toward Qin Mo.

Great Elder Lei Dou also sighed. "Young Master Mo, their situations are indeed difficult. Even if your Creation Technique is powerful, I'm afraid..."

Qin Mo's expression did not change. He only said faintly, "Lead the way."

Shun and Cang exchanged a glance. They said no more, put on their bamboo hats, and took the initiative to lead the way.

The group passed through the clan grounds and arrived at a remote, dilapidated courtyard.

Before they even got close, they smelled a strong reek of alcohol.

The courtyard gate was half shut, and hoarse humming came from inside, the tone crazed and tuneless.

"Senior Yan... is drunk again," Cang said in a low voice.

Everyone pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the courtyard, a middle-aged man with messy hair and a scruffy beard sat slumped on the ground. He clutched a wine jug in his hand, his eyes unfocused.

His right leg and left arm were empty, his robes filthy and disheveled. His entire person looked like a walking corpse.

And in the shadowed corner, another man sat in silence.

He wore a black eyepatch. His remaining left eye was dim and lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water.

His legs were also missing, but compared to Yan's decadence, he looked more like a soulless shell.

"Senior Yan, Senior Jin..." Shun called softly.

Yan drunkenly lifted his head, his unfocused gaze sweeping over everyone before finally landing on Qin Mo. Suddenly, he grinned. "Yo... another newcomer? Come, come, come, drink with me..."

Jin did not move at all. He did not even lift an eyelid.

Crimson Snow pressed her lips together, a trace of pity flashing through her eyes.

Qin Mo slowly walked up to Yan, crouched down, and calmly looked at him. "Uchiha Yan, do you still remember who you are?"

Yan tilted his head and laughed drunkenly. "Who am I? Hahaha... who am I? I'm trash! A useless cripple! Garbage who couldn't even protect his family..."

His laughter gradually turned into choking sobs, and turbid tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

Qin Mo ignored his crazed rambling and said, word by word, "If I said I could let you stand again, could give you the power to take revenge on your enemies... would you be willing to sober up?"

Yan's laughter stopped abruptly, and his drunkenness seemed to fade by a few degrees.

In the corner, Jin's body also trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head.

Qin Mo stood up, his gaze sweeping over the two of them. "I can give you new life, but the premise is... you have to be willing to come back to life yourselves first."

But Jin and Yan only smiled, not believing for a second that a little brat like Qin Mo had that kind of ability.

Qin Mo did not explain either. He directly waved at Crimson Snow, Cang, and Shun.

The three instantly understood and immediately removed the bamboo hats on their heads.

Jin's single eye widened sharply. He stared fixedly at Cang and Shun's regrown legs, his cracked lips trembling, yet he could not say a single word.

The wine jug in Yan's hand fell to the ground with a clap, spilling wine everywhere.

He staggered, trying to crawl up, but fell back to the ground because of his missing limbs. Yet he seemed completely unaware of the pain and only stared fixedly at the three of them, his voice hoarse. "No... impossible..."

Qin Mo did not explain. He only took out two more bottles of Water of Life from his robe and placed them on the ground in front of the two men.

"Drink it," he said faintly. "Then witness a miracle with your own eyes."

Wine mixed with tears slid from the corner of Yan's mouth. "Fine. In any case... I have nothing left to lose..."

The two stretched out trembling hands, took the bottles, and drank them.

Qin Mo's Mangekyo Sharingan opened once more. "Creation Technique, open!"

"What? It's actually the Mangekyo Sharingan!"

Jin and Yan were shocked beyond words. The young man before them was not even ten years old, right?

He had awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan before he was even ten?

Wasn't that far too strong?

At this moment, the blue light in Qin Mo's eyes began to envelop the two men. The intense agony made Yan let out a heart-rending scream.

Blue veins also bulged on Jin's forehead, but he forcefully endured it and stopped himself from crying out.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, Yan and Jin's missing limbs began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan's originally empty right leg and left arm grew back, and Jin's legs also gradually became whole again.

What was even more astonishing was that beneath Jin's black eyepatch over his right eye, light was actually faintly shining through!

When the light faded, Jin tremblingly took off his eyepatch.

The right eye that had been blinded for many years was now actually as good as new.

Three reverse-spinning fierce blade patterns left afterimages branded upon the retina, like a blood-moon pupil opening in the abyss.

"My eye..." Jin stroked his right eye in disbelief, his voice choking. "It's back..."

Yan stared blankly at his newly grown arm and legs, then suddenly fell to his knees and burst into loud sobs.

Years of repression and pain erupted completely in that moment.

Qin Mo withdrew his Mangekyo Sharingan, his face even paler. "From today onward, I want you to pick up your weapons again and fight for the Uchiha."

Jin and Yan knelt on one knee, placed their right hands over their hearts, and said in unison, "The Flame Twin Heroes are willing to die for Young Master Mo!"

Great Elder Lei Dou looked at this scene, faint tears glimmering in his old eyes.

He took a deep breath and solemnly bowed to Qin Mo. "Young Master Mo's actions today not only rescued several clan members from suffering, but also added powerful combat strength to the Uchiha!

Young Master Mo truly is the savior of our Uchiha Clan!"

Qin Mo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Remember, what happened today must not be spread for the time being. Especially the news that these seniors have recovered. It must be kept secret."

"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.

Crimson Snow silently walked to Qin Mo's side and said softly, "Young Master, your complexion doesn't look good. You need to rest."

Qin Mo waved his hand. "It's nothing. Time is tight. We should go assemble."

Before leaving, Shun and Cang found bamboo hats and wide robes, covering Yan and Jin's newly grown limbs.

One hour later, on the training ground.

Madara and Izuna had already gathered all the selected clan members and were waiting for Qin Mo's arrival.

When they saw Qin Mo appear with five mysterious people wearing bamboo hats, both of them showed puzzled expressions.

"Mo, they are..." Izuna asked.

Qin Mo smiled slightly. "Big Brother, Second Brother, this is the secret weapon I prepared for this operation."

Madara did not ask anything more. "Since it's your decision, I trust you."

Qin Mo turned to face all the clan members. "Everyone, in this campaign against the Snow Clan, we must not only win—we must win beautifully! Let the entire ninja world know that the Uchiha's dignity cannot be challenged!"

"Victory!" everyone shouted in unison, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Crimson Snow, Cang, Shun, Yan, and Jin stood quietly behind Qin Mo.

They understood that their lives would be completely changed, and all of it was because of the unfathomable young man before them.