Indra's Eye, Susanoo

"Heaven has not forsaken the Uchiha!" Someone suddenly dropped to his knees and kowtowed heavily toward Natsu, his voice filled with decades of suppressed grievance and wild joy. "We Uchiha can finally rise again!"

"Hahahaha! It's the Mangekyō! The power Lord Madara used to sweep across the Ninja World! The legend of the Uchiha has returned!"

Manic laughter and choked cheers erupted through the forest. The older clansmen, their eyes reddened, looked at that towering giant as though they were witnessing the sun rise in the depths of despair.

The younger clansmen, meanwhile, could only stare in confusion and shock at their usually calm and steady elders, now acting as though they had gone mad.

"Dad? What's going on?" A boy who had only just awakened One Tomoe timidly tugged at his father's sleeve, his face full of confusion. "What is the Mangekyō Sharingan? Isn't our Sharingan only supposed to go from One Tomoe to Three Tomoe?"

"And who is Lord Madara? What kind of power did Young Master Natsu awaken?"

"That giant... it's terrifying. Just standing here makes it hard for me to breathe..."

No one blamed them for their ignorance.

After Madara Uchiha left, the clan no longer had an absolute powerhouse capable of commanding everyone.

In the struggle for those legendary powers capable of defying fate—the Mangekyō Sharingan, Izanagi, and forbidden jutsu inheritances—clansmen had turned on one another.

Years of internal conflict had left the Uchiha badly weakened. It was only when a woman named Uchiha Chiri stepped forward that the catastrophe was barely brought under control.

From then on, to prevent such a tragedy from happening again, successive clan heads and the council of elders had sealed the existence of the Mangekyō Sharingan and Izanagi deep within Naka Shrine, making them taboos that only the clan's core leadership could touch.

Other than people at the pinnacle of power like Fugaku and Setsuna, ordinary clansmen—especially children barely in their teens—had long since forgotten the Uchiha's strongest power beneath the dust of time.

Now, seeing the near-religious fervor in their elders' eyes, then looking at that dark-gold giant radiating terrifying pressure, the younger clansmen finally realized what was happening—they were witnessing the birth of a new legend of the Uchiha Clan.

That pressure, chilling their spines even from a hundred meters away, was no longer a suffocating threat. It was the most impregnable barrier that could protect their entire clan.

Uchiha Sasuke clutched the hem of his father's robe with his little hand and gently tugged it. His small face was full of confusion as he timidly looked up and asked, "Father... what is Susanoo? And the Mangekyō... what is that?"

"Susanoo..."

Fugaku lowered his gaze to his son's innocent face, then looked toward Natsu in the distance. His expression was as complicated as though it held over a decade of restraint and unwillingness, and he kept his voice low.

Natsu happened to catch his gaze. With a raised hand, he dispersed the Susanoo behind him. The dark-gold chakra flowed back into his body like receding seawater, and the giant phantom over a hundred meters tall slowly dissolved into the wind. The oppressive pressure vanished with it. He took two steps toward Fugaku, his voice calm but every word carrying clearly across the forest clearing.

"Clan Head, there are no Konoha spies here, no wariness from the higher-ups, and no pair of Danzo's eyes lurking in the dark. Why keep hiding it?"

The moment those words fell, the once-noisy forest plunged into dead silence.

Every gaze snapped toward Fugaku. The wild joy had yet to fade from their faces, but it was now covered by thick bewilderment.

What did Natsu mean by that?

Could it be... the Clan Head...?

Everyone understood at once. Their breathing stopped as they stared fixedly at Uchiha Fugaku, who stood where he was, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Fugaku looked at the pairs of eyes before him—some bewildered, some expectant, some lost. A trace of struggle crossed his face, followed by relief, and then exhaustion that had been buried for over a decade. He slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, three tomoe suddenly lit up in his scarlet eyes, then began spinning wildly. Faster and faster they spun, until they linked together and fused into patterns shaped like sharp shuriken.

The eerie, icy Mangekyō Sharingan appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Man... Mangekyō?! The Mangekyō Sharingan?!" A gray-haired elder staggered a step forward, his voice breaking beyond recognition, his face filled with disbelief. "Lord Fugaku... you awakened the Mangekyō too?!"

The area instantly erupted.

In their eyes, this clan head had spent more than a decade as a gentle, patient man. He had yielded step after step to Konoha's higher-ups and compromised at every turn when the village made things difficult for them, like some harmless old man who only knew how to swallow his anger. Many younger clansmen had even privately believed that their clan head was too weak to uphold the Uchiha's honor.

But who could have imagined that this clan head, who had endured in silence for more than a decade and whom many had secretly called useless, had long since awakened the Uchiha's legendary Mangekyō Sharingan?!

Someone could not help but ask in a trembling voice the question in everyone's heart. "Clan Head... since you awakened the Mangekyō so long ago, why... why did you never reveal it when the clan suffered so many grievances, when Lord Shisui died without explanation?!"

"Because the Mangekyō Sharingan has never been invincible."

Seeing the unresolved confusion and grievance on the faces of the surrounding clansmen, Natsu spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear with perfect clarity.

"To put it bluntly, the Sharingan we take such pride in—even the bloodline of our Uchiha Clan—is fundamentally incomplete."

"W-What?!"

Those words were like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar. Every clansman widened their eyes and looked at him in disbelief. Even Fugaku suddenly frowned, his eyes filled with shock—he had always believed the curse of blindness tied to the Mangekyō was merely backlash from its ocular techniques. He had never considered that the problem lay in the bloodline itself.

Seeing this, Natsu casually took the scroll containing Hashirama Cells from Uchiha Kei. His fingertips tapped against its cold casing as he continued, "The ancestor of the Uchiha was Indra Ōtsutsuki. His father was the legendary Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki."

"Our ancestor Indra inherited the Sage Eye of the Sage of Six Paths and ultimately refined it into Indra's Eye, which belonged to him alone. The One Tomoe, Two Tomoe, Three Tomoe, and even the Mangekyō Sharingan we possess today are, in essence, all degraded forms of Indra's Eye."

He paused, sweeping his gaze over the clansmen around him, who were holding their breath in concentration, before continuing, "Once we awaken the Mangekyō, our strength surges instantly, allowing us to touch the threshold of Kage Level.

"Every pair of Mangekyō Sharingan possesses two unique ocular techniques, as well as the third power I just displayed—a power hidden within every one of our bloodlines: Susanoo."