Fugaku's knife is getting faster and faster, but his world is getting slower and slower.
It wasn't that he was speeding up, it was that he was slowing down everyone around him, very slowly, so slowly that he could hear their heartbeats.
Boom, boom, boom, one after another.
Like drums, like bells, like funeral music.
He chopped off the head of a Kirigakure Jonin. The head flew up in the air, and the expression on his face changed from fear to shock.
The head flew past Fugaku's eyes, and he saw his own reflection in the eyes that were slowly losing their light.
A man with blood on his face, two inverted triangles Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotating.
But soon, Fugaku discovered something was wrong during the long battle.
His eyes began to bleed.
Exuded from the surface of the eyeball.
Blood and tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes, flowed down the bridge of the nose, and flowed to the corners of the mouth, smelling salty and fishy.
His vision became increasingly blurry, and the gap between the two images became wider and wider.
Return from the Underworld's pupil power is rapidly depleting.
He could feel the consumption, as if something was being taken away from his mind bit by bit.
He began to lose count of how many he had killed.
Twenty? Thirty? Or a hundred?
His memories began to blur, began to overlap, and began to fragment.
The world is spinning.
His Mangekyō Sharingan is still spinning, but it is spinning very slowly and with great difficulty.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
Kirigakure Ninja on the battlefield had already retreated some distance, and they were a little scared.
That man, that man with bleeding eyes, was really scary.
Kirigakure Ninja, who was surrounded by Uchiha, slowly began to escape and turned to other places on the battlefield.
But Fugaku no longer has the energy to chase.
He stood there, holding his body with the knife, breathing heavily.
His heartbeat was as fast as a drum, thump, thump, thump, thump, so fast that he felt like his heart would pop out of his chest at any time.
Then something hit me on the back of my head.
The blow wasn't heavy, but it was accurate, hitting the most vulnerable spot on the back of the head.
Fugaku's vision went dark, his body went limp, and he fell on the sand next to Yuji Itadori's body.
His eyes are still open, but Mangekyō Sharingan has stopped moving, and the inverted triangle pattern stops in the center of the pupil.
A man in black stood beside him.
No one saw where this man came from, he just appeared so suddenly, as if he came out of the ground.
He was dressed in black and had his face covered.
The surrounding Uchiha tribesmen were stunned for a moment, and then rushed forward at the same time.
"Clan leader!"
"Stop him!"
The man in black squatted down next to Fugaku, stretched out his hand, and shook it above Fugaku's face.
His movements were so fast that even the Sharingan members of the Uchiha tribe could not keep up.
When they saw clearly, the man in black already had two more eyes in his hand, connected to the bloody optic nerve.
The two eyeballs still had an inverted triangle pattern on them. After leaving the eye sockets, they turned around again and then stopped.
"No--"
A Uchiha jonin's voice tore through.
The man in black stood up, put his eyes into the bottle in his arms, and then glanced at the Uchiha tribesmen who were rushing over.
His eyes were cold, as if he were looking at a few stones.
His body moved. He left a series of afterimages in the air, extending from the beach to the distance, extending into the crowd of Kirigakure Ninja, and disappeared.
On the beach, Fugaku was lying there.
His chest was still heaving and he was still alive, but his eyes were gone.
The two empty eye sockets faced the sky, and blood flowed from them, flowing down the cheeks and into the sand.
Several Uchiha tribesmen were kneeling beside him. Some reached out to press his eye sockets to stop the bleeding. Some were calling for medical ninjas, while others were crying.
A jounin knelt beside Fugaku, looking at his two empty eye sockets, clenching his hands into fists, and digging his nails into the flesh of his palms.
The moment Fugaku fell, the hearts of the Uchiha clan members also sank.
But they didn't retreat.
It's not because I don't want to retreat, it's because I can't.
The clan leader fell, Yuji Itadori was dead, and dozens of clan members were already lying on the beach.
If they retreat again, those lives will be in vain.
The jounin who rushed forward first was called Uchiha Tetsushin, and he was one of the few Three Tomoe Sharingan under Fugaku.
His Three Tomoe Sharingan was spinning faster and faster in his pupils, so fast that he felt like the three black dots were about to fly out.
He looked at the direction in which the man in black disappeared, clenching his fists, but he did not pursue him.
I couldn't catch up, that person was too fast, so fast that I couldn't even see him clearly with my Three Tomoe Sharingan.
He turned around and faced those Kirigakure Ninja who were still rushing forward.
He raised his knife, and the blade was still stained with Fugaku's blood.
"Uchiha, follow me!"
He rushed out.
The Uchiha tribesmen behind him rushed out after him.
There was a red light shining brightly in their eyes. Some people changed from One-Tomoe to 2 Tomoe, and some people changed from 2 Tomoe to Three Tomoe Sharingan.
The battlefield is the best catalyst. Between life and death, Sharingan evolves incredibly fast.
A seventeen-year-old Genin was shaking just now. He was holding a Kunai in his hand and didn't know where to stab it. Now his eyes are red, and one Tomoe has turned into two.
His Kunai stabilized and his hand stopped shaking. He stabbed the knife into the chest of one Kirigakure Chunin, pulled it out, turned around and stabbed the next one.
"I saw it!" He roared, with excitement, anger, and something inexplicable in his voice, "I saw it!"
This kind of thing happened simultaneously in various places in the position.
The eyes of the Uchiha people evolve one after another during the battle.
One-Tomoe becomes two Tomoe, and two Tomoe becomes Three Tomoe Sharingan.
Those who have just evolved are still adapting to their new vision. They see things so clearly that they are not used to it.
But they don't have time to adapt because the enemy is still in front of them.
Kirigakure's ninjas started to get confused.
When they came, they thought it would be an easy battle.
Konoha There is no one left. Nearly half of the two thousand people are children. Uchiha There are only about a hundred people left, all of whom are old, weak, sick and disabled.
No matter how we fight, we will win this battle.
But they didn't expect that those Uchiha people would become stronger as they fought.
The kid who was One-Tomoe just now has now become Tomoe. The Chunin who was Tomoe just now has become Three Tomoe Sharingan.
So shameless!
Kirigakure's formation is starting to loosen up.
Those in front are retreating, while those behind are still rushing forward. They are crowded together in front and back, forming a chaotic mess.
Some people were shouting "hold on", some were shouting "back off", and some people didn't know who to listen to. They stood there in a daze and were chopped down by Konoha's people.
This is the power of the Uchiha Clan.
"Sigh that you don't have the tragic fate of Sharingan."
Uchiha Tetsushin murmured.
He is very confident in their Uchiha Clan power.