The Lost Uchiha Clansmen

I'd like to mention beforehand that, based on everyone's feedback, I've added a patch. The Uchiha Clan's Genjutsu will still be used later, but those with strong Two-Color Haki can resist Genjutsu.

Those who possess Conqueror's Haki Conqueror's Haki become immune to most Genjutsu as long as they can freely release it (excluding Mangekyo Sharingan Dōjutsu like Tsukuyomi, which is not just a simple mental attack but also causes physical torment, such as when a certain Wu Wukai was bedridden for dozens of days).

Secondly, the Whitebeard Pirates have been given a patch. According to the subsequent plot, almost all the Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates can use Two-Color Haki, and most of them are very proficient in it. Although Ace became the Second Division Commander because of the Flame-Flame Fruit, he should have mastered some of the two types of Two-Color Haki, but he was not very proficient.

Thirdly, based on feedback from my fellow players, I will gradually increase the overall strength of the Uchiha Clan. Some players have also mentioned that the fact that no important characters have died in so many chapters is indeed my fault; I will address this and Fusheng from this experience. Thank you to all the players who offered their feedback; I am deeply grateful.

The setting sun dyed the beach a murky, blood-red color. Bandages covered in mud and sand, broken Kunai, and twisted fragments of warship metal were scattered all over the ground. Seawater surged up with Utakata, then receded, carrying away the streaks of blood.

The Uchiha Clan members stood on the mudflats, supporting each other, their heads bowed, and no one spoke.

They won. They really won. They repelled the navy and defended Origin Island.

But no one showed any joy of victory; instead, there was only a suffocating sense of frustration and dejection.

Uchiha Kei gripped the broken Ninja Blade in his hand, his knuckles turning white, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Just now, when Kizaru unleashed a laser beam, it was Natsu who used his Wood Dragon to block it for him.

He had lived for over thirty years, risking his life on the battlefield alongside Natsu's father, only to end up relying on a twelve-year-old child for protection.

What made him even more upset was that he could see it clearly.

Natsu possessed the Flying Thunder God Technique and could have easily caught up with and killed the fleeing marines, yet he never dared to leave the battlefield even for a moment.

The kid was scared—scared that if he left, Kizaru would turn around and kill his helpless clansmen.

These elders, who should have been protecting their community, instead became a liability and a hindrance.

Yashiro buried his face in his blood-stained arms, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He is twenty-five years old this year and is a skilled fighter among the younger generation in the clan, but just now, he couldn't even withstand three moves from Marine Vice Admiral.

The youngest was ten years older than Natsu, yet in the end, a child had to shoulder everything.

Fugaku stood at the front, his back to the clansmen, his hand on the clan chief's sword at his waist, the hilt of which was burning hot from his grip.

Natsu is Mikoto's nephew; he's the child she watched grow up.

According to the original plan, it should have been the elders who fought on the front lines, while Natsu stayed in the clan territory as a surprise force.

But what was the result?

They couldn't even stop CP0's infiltration and almost had their base wiped out by the Navy. In the end, they had to rely on this nephew to turn the tide.

They couldn't even annihilate the invading enemy.

"What are you all looking so dejected about, hanging your heads like that?"

Natsu's voice suddenly rang out, not loud, but like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool.

Everyone lowered their heads even further.

Someone was biting their lip, the teeth marks so deep they bled;

Some people clenched their fists, their knuckles cracking.

Guilt overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

Pride was etched into the very bones of the Uchiha, but today, that pride has been shattered.

Natsu walked to the front of the crowd, her gaze sweeping over the faces covered in blood and shame.

His clothes were still torn and stained with the charred black from Kizaru's laser, but his face showed no sign of fatigue, only a sharp, icy edge.

"Feeling ashamed? Feeling useless? Feeling ashamed of needing a twelve-year-old to protect you?"

He took a step forward, his voice suddenly rising. "Then you better take a good look! Who are we facing today?"

"It's the sharpest weapon in the hands of the World Government that has ruled this sea for eight hundred years—the Navy!"

"There were three elite Vice Admiral from headquarters, one candidate Admiral, and finally even a Marine Admiral!"

Four of the most advanced capital warships in the headquarters, and six thousand elite marines selected from the best!

"What's the difference between this lineup and launching a Buster Call?"

"Think about it yourselves, looking across the entire ocean, which power dares to say they can reliably withstand such an offensive?"

Even the Four Emperors of the New World, if their captains aren't around, could their subordinates withstand an attack led by Admiral?

Natsu's voice, carried on the sea breeze, struck everyone's hearts. Several heads that had been hanging low began to lift slightly.

"It's not your fault that we didn't wipe them out today. It's because we don't understand the power of this world enough."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the wounds on everyone's bodies. "When you were clashing swords with the navy just now, didn't you always feel that their fists were ridiculously hard? Even though you hit them, you couldn't even break the skin? Even though you clearly saw their movements, you were always one step ahead of them?"

"That is the power of this world— Armament Haki and Observation Haki."

Natsu raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the Sharingan of her crimson Sharingan: "You all have Sharingan. During the battle just now, you should have clearly seen how that energy flowed within your bodies. This isn't something you're born with; it's something you train for. If others can do it, why can't we Uchiha?"

"Shame is the mother of courage. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, let's turn this shame into the drive to train relentlessly!"

He took a step forward, his voice resolute and unwavering. "I'm giving you six months. Within six months, everyone must master Armament Haki and Observation Haki!"

"I've remembered the grudge from the Navy's attack today. I've also remembered the grudge from the World Government's attempt to use us as experimental subjects."

Natsu's gaze swept in the direction the navy had retreated, a crimson light surging in his eyes. "Today's humiliation will be repaid in the future. The disgrace they inflicted on us today, I will take you all back, with interest, in six months!"

"Whether it's the Navy or the World Government, we, the Uchiha Clan, will remember this grudge!"

The sea breeze carried his voice, echoing across the entire beach.

The tribesmen, who had been dejected, slowly raised their heads one by one.

The crimson Sharingan shone in the Dusk, and the Kakkō that had been extinguished reignited in its depths.

Uchiha Kei gripped the broken sword tightly in his hand, the broken blade cutting his palm, but he was completely unaware.

Fugaku turned around and looked at the boy standing in front of the crowd, whose figure was still slightly thin but whose back was straight. The guilt in his eyes gradually faded and was replaced by determination.