New World!

A cold smile curled across Natsu's lips. Facing the direction beyond the barrier, he slowly raised his hand and made a crisp throat-slitting gesture.

Then he turned around and tilted his chin at the people beside him. "Come on. We're going home."

Kei, Taoho, and the others answered in unison, stepping one after another into the deep-blue glow of the teleportation light and vanishing instantly.

Only Natsu and Fugaku remained in the secret chamber.

Fugaku cast one final look at the entrance, then at the clan district he had guarded his entire life. A trace of melancholy flashed through his eyes before being replaced by resolve. He took a deep breath and nodded at Natsu. "Let's go."

The two stepped side by side into the blue light of the teleportation array.

The light suddenly flared, bathing the entire secret chamber in brilliant white, then instantly contracted and fell silent.

The entire Uchiha Clan District was completely empty.

Only the Blazing Sun Formation still burned fiercely, sealing off the deserted compound and firmly keeping all the rage, resentment, and madness outside.

The Uchiha clansmen whom the Konoha higher-ups regarded as thorns in their sides had already carried the clan's legacy and sparks of hope to a New World they would never find.

When Uchiha Natsu opened his eyes again, the first thing that rushed over him was the sea breeze carrying a bitter, salty scent. The fresh aroma of vegetation mixed with sea salt lingered beneath his nose.

Before him stretched an endless primeval forest. The branches and leaves of towering ancient trees blotted out the sky, allowing only scattered flecks of light to fall upon the fertile black soil beneath his feet.

In a clearing not far away, the Uchiha clansmen sat in small groups.

The strain of repeated teleportations and days of constant tension had suddenly lifted. Everyone wore unconcealed exhaustion on their faces, yet their eyes held the relief of having escaped death. Some spoke quietly, while others silently sorted through their luggage and supplies. Even the air in the wind had relaxed from its former razor-sharp tension.

Just then, a system notification that only he could hear rang clearly in his mind:

[Congratulations, Host, for completing the newbie mission. The Uchiha Clan System has been fully activated, and the Newbie Gift Pack has been delivered to the Host's inventory.]

Natsu silently said in his heart, "Open the Newbie Gift Pack."

[Congratulations, Host, for opening the Newbie Gift Pack. Reward obtained: Indra's Eye!]

[Indra's Eye: A power derived from the original bloodline of Indra Ōtsutsuki, founder of the Ninja Creed. It is a homologous branch evolved from the Divine Tree Rinnegan, possessing bloodline potential comparable to that of the native Ōtsutsuki Clan. It can infinitely temper ocular power without risk of backlash.]

The instant the system's voice faded, a cool, gentle power surged into his eyes.

The soreness and fatigue caused by continuously activating his Sharingan vanished without a trace. Like parched earth meeting sweet rain, even his vision became clearer than ever. He could see with perfect clarity the flight path of a mosquito beating its wings a hundred meters away in the forest.

"Indra's Eye..."

Natsu repeated those words in his heart, and a sealed memory instantly surged into his mind.

He remembered that Indra, the founder of the Ninja Creed, had been able to activate Susanoo as early as the Three-Tomoe Sharingan stage. These eyes could even restore expended ocular power on their own. He had merely been limited by the amount of Chakra he possessed at the time, preventing him from activating its complete form.

What about me?

The moment that thought surfaced, it was like a stone cast into a lake, instantly stirring enormous waves in his heart.

Natsu slowly closed his eyes, fully immersing his consciousness in the bloodline power within them.

The next second, a surge of dark gold Chakra erupted from his body, carrying a chilling, tyrannical aura as it swept outward like a tide.

At the urging of his will, the churning Chakra slowly condensed. First, a stark-white skeletal arm emerged from the phantom, its joints sharply defined and radiating an indestructible sense of power.

"Not enough. Still not enough!"

Natsu's consciousness locked tightly onto the roiling Chakra. There was only one thought in his heart: This initial form of Susanoo can't even withstand the attacks of Kage Level experts. I need to be stronger!

He abruptly opened his eyes. The scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan in them spun madly, nearly forming the shape of windmills.

The dark gold Chakra surged like a tsunami, and a massive upper-body phantom slowly solidified behind him—first the stark-white skeleton, then the sinews winding around it, followed by flesh and skin. A layer of heavy dark gold armor gradually covered its body, every pattern exuding an ancient and tyrannical aura.

At last, accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the giant phantom fully solidified. The shockwave it unleashed made the surrounding leaves rustle violently, and even the ground trembled faintly.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Uchiha Fugaku, who had been standing guard nearby, abruptly rose to his feet. His face was filled with utter disbelief and shock as his scarlet Sharingan involuntarily emerged, staring fixedly at the towering phantom.

The clansmen around them, who had still been exhausted and bewildered moments ago, all shot to their feet. Their eyes widened as they watched this breathtaking sight in utter disbelief.

It was a hundred-meter-tall upper-body giant, entirely clad in heavy dark gold armor. A faint golden glow flowed through the patterns in its armor, radiating an indomitable, tyrannical aura.

At the giant's waist hung a huge, sharply shaped longblade. Its body was straight, its edge gleaming with a chilling cold light. It was precisely the form engraved into Natsu's bones from his previous life.

Natsu looked at the familiar longblade at the giant's waist, and a smile tugged at his lips.

Tang Saber.

He had long heard that Susanoo's weapons took shape according to their wielder's will and the deepest obsessions in their heart.

He had never expected that Indra's Eye would truly turn his obsession with the pinnacle of China's cold weapons from his previous life into this Tang Saber, making it his own exclusive Susanoo divine weapon.

"This is... Susanoo?!"

A dazed murmur broke the silence of the forest. Uchiha Setsuna stood frozen in place, the shock on his face nearly overflowing. His eyes were wide and fixed on the dark gold giant, and even his voice trembled uncontrollably.

The moment he spoke, the older Uchiha clansmen beside him, their temples frosted with gray, froze for a moment before a wildfire ignited in their eyes.

The gloom and confusion that had weighed on their hearts after leaving their homeland vanished completely at that moment.

"Susanoo?! Is... is it the same Susanoo as Lord Madara's?!" Someone's lips trembled, his voice thick with tears he could not suppress. He gripped the arm of the person beside him so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"It's Mangekyo Sharingan! The Mangekyō Sharingan from our Uchiha legends!"

"There's no mistake! Only the Mangekyō Sharingan can activate Susanoo! Young Master Natsu! Young Master Natsu has awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!"