Ao's Byakugan: Pale-faced, he chose to retreat

"Lord Ao, we're almost at the target. Do we attack next?"

"No! Retreat! We have to retreat immediately! If we don't leave, we'll all die!"

"Lord Ao? What are you talking about? Our opponents are only the Uchiha Clan. We have a hundred and eighty powerful shinobi here, all survivors of the Bloody Mist's selection. Even if we go to war with the Uchiha Clan, we're strong enough to kill them all!"

Ao's face was deathly pale as he stared toward the distant battlefield, where the fighting had just subsided. Terror filled his eyes, and his voice trembled. "You do not want to know what I saw. That power was like something belonging to gods and demons. Forget our hundred and eighty shinobi—even with another hundred and eighty, we couldn't defeat the Uchiha."

"Listen to me! We need to get out of here before it's too late!"

Ao had seen Fugaku Uchiha single-handedly use his Mangekyō Sharingan's genjutsu to control more than a hundred Iwagakure shinobi.

Had it only been genjutsu, Ao thought they could have found a way to counter it. But that ability to solidify chakra and summon a gigantic warrior was a power no ordinary shinobi could stand against.

Fugaku Uchiha deactivated his Susanoo and looked at Sasuke Uchiha, who had brought a squad of Uchiha children around his own age. "This is no place for you. What you need to do now is return to the village and train seriously to improve your strength."

"I'm an Uchiha too! I want to fight for our clan!"

"Our clan hasn't fallen so low that we need someone like you on the battlefield! Get back to the village!"

"Father! I need to catch up to Itachi Uchiha. Only by fighting and killing can I grow as quickly as possible.