Madara Uchiha set out! The Night Owl Guard marched to war!
In an instant, the entire warship fell completely silent.
The ten Night Owl Guard simultaneously concealed their auras, took their positions, and prepared for battle. Each performed their duties in perfect unison, without the slightest hesitation.
No one asked any unnecessary questions about who they would be facing, and no one secretly speculated about their chances of winning.
They simply obeyed orders unconditionally, just as countless Uchiha ancestors in the Sengoku period followed Madara's figure, rushing to the battlefield and charging into battle.
The oldest person present was under forty, none of them had personally witnessed that era of war and chaos, and none of them had personally seen Madara's unparalleled Kamui sweeping across the Ninja World.
From childhood to adulthood, they grew up listening to the legends of their clan and following in the footsteps of their ancestors.
The era of rampant Asuras described by Elder Setsuna has long been etched into the very bones and blood of everyone.
At this moment, the legend stands before them, braving the wind, awaiting the battle.
A very soft whisper arose again, filled with the awe and curiosity of the younger generation.
"Have you heard? Elder Setsuna said that Lord Madara of the Sengoku period always charged to the front in every major battle, single-handedly crushing thousands of troops."
Immediately, someone whispered a reply, their tone utterly certain. "It wasn't that he wanted to be at the forefront; it's just that in that era, no one could keep up with his speed. He never needed comrades to cover him; he was a one-man army, the most valiant of all."
The keen hearing of the barracuda at the bow of the ship allowed every word to be clearly heard.
The corners of his lips curved upwards in a barely perceptible smile, and he still didn't turn around.
This group of younger generation, though young, are ambitious and have courage far exceeding that of ordinary people.
They certainly lived up to the Uchiha bloodline tradition.
The warship accelerated again, crashing violently into the massive waves that surged ahead.
The Sealing Jutsu engraved on the ship's hull were repeatedly impacted by the surging waves. The crimson light flickered and shifted, but it always steadily protected the ship and dissipated all the violent forces.
Madara's Sharingan slowly rotated, its crimson light flickering in the wind.
He clearly sensed the anomaly in the sea ahead.
It wasn't the aura of the Beasts Pirates, but rather the inherent violence and chaos of this sea area itself.
The magnetic field of the New World was extremely chaotic, as if deliberately disrupted by an invisible hand. The direction of the ocean currents reversed several times in just half an incense stick's time, and three-colored clouds piled up in the sky at the same time, with an overwhelming sense of impending storm.
The navigator quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice, "A large storm has suddenly appeared ahead. Forcing our way across is extremely risky. Detouring will take at least half a day's voyage."
Amidst the howling wind, Ban's clear and cold voice landed without the slightest hesitation.
"Go through."
These three short words resonated deeply.
He raised his hand slightly, and the sky-blue Susanoo Skeleton rose from the bow of the ship with a roar. A vast amount of Chakra spread out, and a semi-transparent light sky-blue energy shield steadily enveloped the entire warship, keeping out the wind, waves, lightning, and torrential rain.
A storm had already taken shape several miles away, with dark clouds covering the sky, silvery Inazuma frequently tearing through the dome, and torrential rain pouring down, its terrifying power enough to shred an ordinary pirate ship.
However, the Uchiha warships did not give way and went straight into the core area of the storm.
The raging waves crashed against the Chakra shield, only creating tiny ripples, not even enough to cause the slightest tremor to reach the ship.
Lightning strikes, torrential rain, and crashing waves—all dangers were kept at bay, and the ship remained as stable as if it were sailing on calm, windless water.
The Night Owl Guard on the deck remained calm, showing no sign of panic.
Someone chuckled softly, their tone relaxed and composed. "This little storm is nothing to call a natural barrier in the New World? Compared to Akainu's Great Eruption at Summit War, it's just an appetizer."
Another person immediately chimed in, with a hint of mockery. "That's right. Next time we encounter Akainu, we might as well hire him to be the weather forecaster for the sea. At least his firestorms are much more exciting than this damn storm."
A few low laughs were fleeting, quickly suppressed by the tribesmen's strong discipline.
But that inner strength and composure, ingrained in their very being, truly permeated the sea breeze.
After passing through layers of storm, the heavy dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sea instantly became wide and clear.
On the distant horizon, the outline of Coral Port faintly emerges, yet remains clearly visible.
Madara remained standing at the bow of the ship, arms crossed, his crimson Sharingan slowly rotating as he silently surveyed the entire sea.
He knew that Kaido must be lurking somewhere in this sea.
Given the Four Emperors's perception, they most likely already sensed the Uchiha warship that had intruded into their territory, and also detected his presence.
But he wasn't in a hurry.
He came here not to fight, but to personally assess the true capabilities of this Four Blues Emperor of the Sea.
If Kaido's strength truly matches the assessment made by Natsu, then this long journey has been worthwhile.
But if they are truly the Four Emperors, they are ultimately just empty titles.
The rules that Uchiha Clan to stand tall in the New World are officially established from this day forward.
A light morning mist drifted across the sea, casting a soft, hazy glow over the entire Coral Port.
As the warships slowly approached the coastline, the outlines of the port's buildings, reefs, and docks gradually emerged from the fog and became clearly visible.
The Uchiha warship steadily anchored and slowly approached the shore, its wooden hull gently scraping against the dock rocks, producing a low, muffled creak.
On the stone-paved dock along the shore, Uchiha Kei was already waiting with his team.
Chunwu, Lin, and the other new generation of clansmen stood in neat rows, their postures upright, quietly waiting for the returning ship and the people who would come.
Before the footboard even touched down, the solitary figure at the bow of the boat had already set off.
Madara Uchiha lightly touched the air with his toes, and leaped into the air without any hesitation, landing steadily on the cold bluestone slab.
He maintained his posture with his arms crossed, his figure as upright as an ancient mountain, unmoving.
His body had not completely concealed its power; a layer of clear, translucent sky-blue Susanoo Chakra remnant light enveloped his limbs and body, the faint light flowing slowly, neither frenzied nor explosive, but carrying a deathly stillness and weight that had been accumulated over Thousand Years of Death.
That was a top-tier aura forged through the chaos of the Ninja World and the accumulation of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Without deliberately releasing any pressure, the sea breeze on the entire pier seemed to freeze, and the heavy air around them pressed down on everyone's hearts, causing even their breathing to slow down unconsciously.
This wasn't the ferocity and tyranny of New World's powerful figure; it was the indifferent gaze of an old-era Asura, looking down upon all living beings, as if the sea, the conflicts, and the power struggle among the Four Emperors before him were nothing more than a trivial farce of ants.
The ten Night Owl Guard who followed landed simultaneously and instantly spread out in a fan shape.
Everyone held their breath, standing silently, their postures taut and upright, like sharp blades sheathed and yet to be returned.