New World!

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

Then he turned around and lifted his chin at the people beside him. "Let's go home."

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

Only Natsu and Fugaku remained in the secret chamber.

Fugaku gave the chamber entrance one last look, then looked over the clan district he had guarded his entire life. A trace of wistfulness flashed through his eyes before determination replaced it. He took a deep breath and nodded to Natsu. "Let's go."

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

The light suddenly flared, flooding the entire secret chamber with blinding brightness. Then it instantly contracted and fell silent.

The entire Uchiha Clan District was completely empty.

Only the Blazing Sun Formation still burned fiercely, tightly enclosing the deserted compound and keeping all the rage, resentment, and madness outside at bay.

The Uchiha clansmen, whom the Konoha higher-ups regarded as thorns in their eyes and flesh, had already carried the clan's heritage and spark to a New World they would never find.

When Uchiha Natsu opened his eyes again, the first thing that hit him was a sea breeze laden with bitter salt. The fresh scent of vegetation mingled 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 earth beneath his feet.

In a clearing not far away, Uchiha clansmen sat together in groups of two and three.

The strain of repeated teleportations and days of tension had abruptly lifted. Everyone's faces bore unmistakable exhaustion, yet their eyes held the relief of having escaped death. Some spoke quietly, while others silently sorted their bags and supplies. Even the air in the wind had relaxed from its earlier sword-drawn tension.

At that moment, a system notification only he could hear rang clearly in his mind:

[Congratulations, Host. You have completed the novice mission. The Uchiha Clan System has been fully activated, and the Newbie Gift Pack has been issued to your inventory.]

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

[Congratulations, Host. You have opened the Newbie Gift Pack and received: Indra's Eye!]

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

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

The soreness and fatigue from continuously activating his Sharingan vanished without a trace. Like parched earth receiving sweet rain, even his vision became clearer than ever. He could distinctly see the flight path of mosquitoes flapping their wings a hundred meters away in the forest.

"Indra's Eye..."

Natsu repeated those words in his heart, and a sealed memory immediately surged forth.

He remembered that Indra, the founder of the Ninja Creed, had been able to activate Susanoo as early as the Three-Tomoe Sharingan stage. Those eyes could even recover expended ocular power on their own. He had merely been limited by the amount of chakra he possessed at the time, preventing him from forming a complete body.

What about me?

The moment that thought emerged, it was like a stone cast into a lake, instantly raising towering waves in his heart.

Natsu slowly closed his eyes, completely immersing his mind in the bloodline power within them.

The next second, a burst of Dark Gold chakra erupted from his body, carrying a sharp, domineering aura as it swept outward like a tidal wave.

Under the urging of his will, the surging chakra slowly condensed. First, a pale skeletal arm emerged from the phantom, its joints distinct and brimming with an indestructible sense of power.

Not enough. Still not enough!

Natsu's mind locked tightly onto the roiling chakra. There was only one thought in his heart: A Susanoo in this initial form can't even withstand the attacks of a Kage Level expert. I need to be stronger!

He suddenly opened his eyes. The crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan within them spun madly, nearly forming the shape of pinwheels.

The Dark Gold chakra surged like a tsunami, and a massive upper-body phantom slowly solidified behind him—first the pale bones, then the sinews winding around them, followed by flesh and skin. A layer of heavy Dark Gold armor gradually covered its body, every pattern radiating an ancient and tyrannical aura.

Finally, accompanied by a deafening boom, the enormous phantom fully solidified. The shockwave it unleashed made the leaves around them rustle wildly, 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, while his crimson Sharingan emerged uncontrollably as he stared fixedly at the towering phantom.

The surrounding clansmen, who had been weary and bewildered moments ago, all rose to their feet in unison. Their eyes widened as they stared in disbelief at the breathtaking sight before them.

It was a half-bodied giant over a hundred meters tall, covered from head to toe in heavy Dark Gold armor. Faint golden light flowed through the armor's patterns, exuding an indomitable and domineering aura.

At the giant's waist hung an enormous, sharply designed long saber. Its blade was straight, its edge gleaming with cold light. It was precisely the shape that had been carved into Natsu's bones in his previous life.

Looking at the familiar saber at the giant's waist, Natsu could not help but smile.

A Tang Saber.

He had long heard that Susanoo's weapons would take shape according to their host's will and the deepest obsession in their heart.

He had not expected Indra's Eye to truly transform his obsession with the pinnacle of China's cold weapons from his past life into this Tang Saber, making it his unique Susanoo divine weapon.

"This is... Susanoo?!"

A dazed murmur shattered the silence of the forest. Uchiha Setsuna stood frozen in place, the astonishment on his face nearly overflowing. His eyes were wide and round as he stared fixedly at the Dark Gold giant, even his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The moment he spoke, the older Uchiha clansmen nearby, their temples streaked with gray, first froze—then a wildfire ignited in their eyes.

The gloom and confusion that had weighed on their hearts after leaving their homeland vanished in that instant.

"Susanoo?! Is... is it the same Susanoo as Lord Madara's?!" Someone's lips trembled, their voice thick with tears they could not suppress. Their hand clutched the arm of the person beside them so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

"It's the Mangekyō! 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!"