As midsummer arrived, the air had grown noticeably sweltering. Fortunately, the Land of Flame's unique terrain was dotted with countless waterfalls, effectively driving away the summer heat.
At the entrance to Flame Hidden Village, two Uchiha Clan ninja were fiddling with the newly issued forehead protectors in their hands, their eyes full of curiosity.
Uchiha Fu raised her forehead protector. At its center was the pattern of a Three-Tomoe Sharingan, reflecting a dazzling white gleam beneath the sunlight. "So we'll be wearing these from now on? Honestly, it feels pretty strange."
Her companion, Uchiha Shu, did not seem to care. He casually tied his forehead protector around his brow. "You'll get used to it after wearing it for a while. It's better than risking losing your head at any moment like before."
Uchiha Fu agreed wholeheartedly. "That's true. Who could have imagined the Shinobi World would change so much in just a few years? I used to think I'd die on the battlefield. Honestly, I couldn't even sleep well before. I was always afraid an enemy attack would come while I was asleep. I never thought I could live a life like this."
Uchiha Shu clearly felt the same way, and his tone carried undisguised longing. "Yeah, it's all thanks to Lord Flame Shadow and his two younger brothers. Otherwise, our clan might never have escaped the vortex of war."
"Yeah." Uchiha Fu's eyes filled with yearning. "I also want to make greater contributions to the clan instead of just standing here guarding the gate."
Uchiha Shu sneered and said without mercy, "Give it a rest. We're almost thirty and still haven't awakened the Sharingan. With talent like ours, being allowed to guard the gate is already pretty good."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't underestimate me, okay? I just awakened mine