Awakening the Mangekyō—[Heavenly Timing]!

Mangekyō Sharingan!!

Junichi's Three-Tomoe Sharingan suddenly changed, transforming into three sharp, elongated prisms.

Boom!

Pupil power dozens of times stronger than that of the Three-Tomoe surged forth.

Like an invisible tidal wave, it rushed in all directions, staining everything within a thirty-meter radius with an eerie, chilling aura.

"So I awakened the Mangekyō at a time like this?"

Junichi was somewhat surprised, but he soon smiled.

"[Heavenly Timing]?"

"Not a bad ability!"

"It suits the desire in my heart!"

As a transmigrator, Junichi naturally had no interest in ordinary Mangekyō techniques.

At the very least, it had to involve space and time.

Or perhaps possess some exceptionally special power.

And now, the Mangekyō technique he had awakened—[Heavenly Timing]—was a power within the domain of time.

Its effect was direct and crude.

That was...

Acceleration!

Junichi could accelerate his own time twofold, causing his actions to occur at twice the speed in other people's eyes.

"It's a little like Kiritsugu's Time Alter, or Word Spirit: Time Zero," Junichi murmured, lightly touching the edge of his eye socket with a finger.

He could feel the powerful pupil power dwelling within these Mangekyō.

It was still far from reaching its peak.

As he honed it further, the effects of [Heavenly Timing] would grow even more powerful.

By then, it would not be limited to twice the speed.

Five times, ten times, dozens of times—anything was possible!

"My speed was already fast." Junichi smiled to himself. "With the boost from [Heavenly Timing], I'll probably become faster than the limits of human reaction!"

"In the end, even high-level eye techniques like the Mangekyō Sharingan and Rinnegan..."

"Won't be able to see my figure clearly!"

As he spoke to himself,

Junichi suddenly felt something and turned to look behind him.

A few seconds later,

Led by a Three-Tomoe clansman, seven other clansmen rapidly approached using the Body Flicker Technique.

The first thing they saw was Junichi standing there.

At the same time, they sensed the deep pupil power radiating from his eyes, far surpassing that of a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

"Mangekyō!?"

The eight clansmen froze in astonishment and stopped in their tracks.

Another pair of Mangekyō Sharingan?

They had never expected two pairs of Mangekyō to be born in succession in this era.

Unfortunately, one of those pairs belonged to a traitor.

They looked around and quickly noticed the traitor—Itachi Uchiha—lying on the ground, severed into two halves.

The eight of them gritted their teeth, their faces filled with incomparable hatred.

As the clan head's son, Itachi Uchiha had actually sided with the village. It was truly an insult to those Mangekyō Sharingan!

"You..."

The leading Three-Tomoe clansman looked at Junichi hesitantly and asked, "Are you Junichi?"

"It's me." Junichi nodded lightly.

Gasp!

The eight of them drew in a sharp breath.

The current Junichi Uchiha looked completely different from how they remembered him.

The Junichi of the past had been thin and lean, with cold, sharp eyes.

But now,

He was a tall, upright young man with full muscles, as agile and fierce as a human-shaped leopard.

If not for the faintly familiar outline of his face,

They would certainly have thought they were looking at two entirely different people!

"How did you become like this?" the leading clansman asked in surprise.

"I used a forbidden technique, but that isn't important." Junichi brushed him off, then forcibly changed the subject. "Do you have nutrient containers for storing Sharingan?"

"Give me three."

"I'm going to store the Mangekyō Sharingan."

This was only natural.

The Uchiha Clan recovered the eyes of dead clansmen.

Quite a few people carried containers with them.

"We do, but three?" The number left the eight clansmen momentarily stunned.

"Besides his own pair, he has one of Shisui's eyes in his hand," Junichi said blandly.

"What!?"

The eight clansmen were shocked by his words.

"Shisui awakened the Mangekyō too?"

"And Itachi had it on him!"

"Damn it, Shisui's death must have had something to do with him!"

"I told you there was something wrong with him!"

They became even more furious.

When Shisui died, both eyes had disappeared from his corpse.

At the time, the clan had questioned what happened.

Itachi Uchiha had claimed he knew nothing.

That bastard!

He had been deceiving the clan from the very beginning!

"Enough. Hand over the glass tubes." Junichi urged them, too lazy to explain anything about Itachi Uchiha.

In his eyes, both Itachi and Shisui were idiots with water in their brains.

Their way of thinking was completely different from that of normal people.

"Yes!"

Several clansmen hurriedly pulled containers from their bodies and respectfully presented them to him.

Their attitudes toward Junichi had clearly changed.

Because

The situation before them was enough to prove that Junichi had killed Itachi Uchiha.

That astonishing slash which had cleaved through Susanoo had also been unleashed by Junichi.

And on top of that,

Junichi possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Given how the Uchiha generally worshipped the strong, it was already considered restrained that they had not immediately bowed their heads in submission.

"Um, Junichi..."

The Three-Tomoe clansman hesitantly asked, "Do you know where Shisui's other eye is?"

"Danzo has it," Junichi answered calmly.

"Danzo!!"

At the mention of that name, all eight clansmen flew into a rage.

The person they hated most was Danzo, who had always targeted the Uchiha Clan.

Now that they heard Shisui's eye had been taken by him, they were even more enraged.

"Alright, let's go."

After storing the three Mangekyō, Junichi spoke calmly.

"Where to?" The eight clansmen were stunned.

"Where else?" Junichi gave them a strange look. "Of course, I'm taking you back to kill them!"

At those words, the eight clansmen were instantly fired up, their blood boiling.

"Kill our way back!"

"Wipe them out!"

"Kill the Third Hokage and Danzo!"

"Konoha should be ruled by the Uchiha!"

They shouted at the top of their lungs, overwhelmed with excitement.

They had endured that bullshit for far too long!

Now, it was time for the Uchiha to strike back!

"Keep up."

Junichi swept his gaze over them, nodded to himself, and turned toward the nearest battlefield.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The eight clansmen used the Body Flicker Technique to follow closely behind Junichi.

In the central district of the Uchiha Clan compound.

On the main street.

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

The sounds of fierce battle rang out from every corner.

Ninja blades and kunai collided madly, scattering burst after burst of sparks.

From time to time,

Ninjutsu bombardments erupted, producing deafening explosions.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

An elderly man in his sixties panted as he pulled out his ninja blade and kicked away the corpse of a Root ninja before him.

Though old, his presence was overwhelming, like a majestic lion.

His eerie Three-Tomoe Sharingan radiated a powerful aura of pupil power.

Suddenly,

The old man's gaze sharpened as he coldly scanned his surroundings.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

One masked ninja after another, wearing animal masks and standard light armor, appeared everywhere.

In the blink of an eye,

On rooftops, in the streets, atop walls...

Masked ninjas stood in every direction.

These ninjas were dressed very similarly to the earlier group of masked ninjas.

But upon closer inspection, one could sense subtle differences in their bearing.

At the same time, the patterns on the masks of this newly arrived group were brighter and more vivid.