Submission! The Uchiha Name Is First Established!

The moment Yagyu Sogen died, the devastating news spread through the UK Branch of the Magic Institute like a plague.

Within just a few hours, everyone involved had withdrawn to Japan through channels in the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Affairs.

Even stranger, every paper-crane message sent to the Yagyu Family was intercepted in secret.

The Yagyu Family had been abandoned.

They had become an offering from the higher-ups to the "Blood Lord."

And at this moment, the Yagyu Family knew nothing.

In the dead of night, Uchiha Madara arrived on the outskirts of London with Yagyu Sogen's identity token in hand.

Here stood a vast, Japanese-style palace complex enclosed by towering walls. Its sweeping eaves and intricate brackets silently displayed its power and heritage beneath the night sky.

This was the Yagyu Family's base in the United Kingdom, established over many years.

Madara stood before the heavy black iron gates carved with the family crest, his scarlet Sharingan glimmering faintly in the darkness.

He looked over the structure, which resembled a daimyo's estate, and curled his lips into an undisguised sneer.

There was no knocking and no announcement.

He raised his foot and kicked the iron gates.

Boom—!!!

The iron gates burst inward like paper, spinning through the air!

The hinges snapped, and the entire gate crashed into the first-floor hall with a shriek of wind, scattering splinters and stone fragments everywhere!

The tremendous crash shattered the silence like thunder.

"What happened?!" An angry, startled shout came from the second floor, spoken in Japanese with a thick Kansai accent.

Hurried footsteps rang out as three figures rushed downstairs.

The man in the lead appeared to be in his sixties.

He stood tall in a dark kimono. His features bore a sixty to seventy percent resemblance to Yagyu Sogen's, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's—

Yagyu Ryuichiro, Yagyu Sogen's older brother and the Yagyu Family's overseer in the United Kingdom.

His left hand gripped a pitch-black wand with a blue crystal embedded at its tip. Unstable light flickered from the wand's end, clearly disturbed by the burst of energy just now.

To his left stood a handsome middle-aged woman, Ryuichiro's wife, Michiko. A faint white light shone from the tip of her wand.

On his right was a boy of about thirteen, dressed in a standardized robe resembling that of a ceremonial priest. A silver badge symbolizing an outstanding student was pinned to his chest—he was Ryuichiro's son, Yagyu Kentaro.

The first-floor hall was a complete mess from the iron gates' impact.

Soon, their gazes locked onto the figure standing amid the wreckage at the entrance—

A slender boy dressed in a black robe.

Even in the dim night, they could clearly see—

Those scarlet, cold, indifferent eyes, black Magatama spinning within them like the Abyss!

Scarlet eyes? Flamel? Hadn't those people been exterminated long ago?!

At that moment, a crumpled paper-crane shikigami arrived "belatedly," wobbling its way to Ryuichiro before unfolding on its own. Only a few hastily scribbled lines were written on it: Yagyu Sogen died at the hands of the 'Blood Lord.' Be careful. Run!

"Who are you... Where is Sogen?!" Michiko cried out, her trembling voice filled with disbelief and terror.

"Monster...! What are you?! What happened to my uncle?!"

Yagyu Kentaro took half a step back in horror, instinctively pointing his wand at Madara. Light flickered at its tip, but he was clearly lacking confidence.

Ryuichiro had weathered many storms, after all. Suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, he steadily pointed his wand at Madara, his voice low and threatening. "No matter who you are! Surrender at once! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Madara interrupted in a hoarse voice.

He did not even move. His Sharingan swept over the wand, then the silver badge on Kentaro's chest, before finally returning to Ryuichiro's face.

"With that laughable little stick? Or... with the pitiful 'talent' you cultivated pets of the Magic Institute possess?"

"Impudence!" Kentaro was completely enraged by that contemptuous tone!

He suddenly stepped forward, swinging his wand rapidly as a blinding red light erupted from its tip—

"Incendio!"

Flames roared forth, illuminating the hall and Madara's utterly expressionless face.

Facing the incoming flames, Madara did not even shift his gaze.

He merely raised his right hand, casually spread his fingers, and gave a light forward sweep.

Buzz!

Invisible magic instantly condensed beneath his will! The Absolute Repulsion Field took shape!

The fierce Fire-Making Charm struck an invisible wall several meters from Madara's palm!

The flames instantly twisted and compressed!

Then, before everyone's horrified eyes, they silently... vanished!

Not even a wisp of smoke remained!

"W-what?!" The anger on Kentaro's face instantly froze, replaced by utter terror!

"Move!" Ryuichiro reacted quickly, sensing a deadly threat the moment Madara raised his hand!

His wand traced a complex pattern at high speed, and a semi-transparent Iron Armor Charm rippling with watery patterns instantly spread before the three of them! At the same time, he shouted sharply, "Michiko! Binding Charm!"

Suppressing her terror, Michiko rapidly swung her wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"

A grayish-white petrifying beam shot toward Madara! Madara remained seated, merely giving the incoming light an indifferent glance.

Buzz! Invisible ripples seemed to spread through the air.

The grayish-white beam slowed sharply when it was still a foot away from Madara's body, as though trapped in a swamp. Its light flickered erratically before finally collapsing into specks of light!

At the same time, the space before Ryuichiro's condensed Iron Armor Charm seemed to be violently clenched by an invisible giant hand!

Crack!

A crisp sound like shattering glass rang out!

The light screen of the Iron Armor Charm, rippling with watery patterns, was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks!

The next second, it exploded! It turned into countless blue motes drifting through the air!

"Puh!" The magical backlash struck Ryuichiro like a heavy blow. He staggered back with a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as the light of his wand instantly dimmed! Michiko's face turned deathly pale, and the hand gripping her wand shook violently.

"Father!" Kentaro cried out. Not a trace of arrogance remained on his face, only fear.

Madara slowly walked forward. His movements carried the calm composure of someone who controlled everything.

He stopped before Ryuichiro and looked down at the Yagyu Family head, whose face was livid and whose lips were stained with blood. There was not the slightest ripple in his Sharingan.

"Kneel."

Those two words seemed to contain the power of law itself, crashing violently down upon the souls of the three of them!

Boom—!!!

An irresistible, terrifying force mixed with spiritual pressure descended like an invisible mountain!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Ryuichiro, Michiko, and Kentaro were brutally forced to the ground without the slightest ability to resist!

Kentaro even fell flat due to his awkward position, his cheek pressed against the shattered floor and covered in dust as tears of humiliation welled up.

Ryuichiro's bones creaked throughout his body as he tried to struggle and raise his head, but that force held him firmly down. He could only press his forehead to the ground and let out a beastlike growl! Michiko fainted outright.

Madara coldly swept his gaze over the three kneeling figures. He walked to the side and casually picked up a larger, sharp-edged piece of wood. His fingertips moved slightly, and concentrated magic flowed from them like a carving knife!

Scritch, scritch, scritch! Wood chips flew everywhere. Soon, a brand-new emblem surrounded by violent flame patterns appeared on the wooden piece—the Uchiha Fan Crest!

Madara casually tossed the carved wooden emblem before Ryuichiro's bloodshot eyes, which he had barely managed to raise.

"Remember this symbol."

"The Yagyu Family ends here."

Madara's voice was like the shadow of hell, proclaiming the end of an old era and the beginning of a bloody new order:

"I am Uchiha Madara! The god who conquers the world!"

"From today onward, a new family is born—the Uchiha!"

His gaze swept over the three kneeling figures, like lambs awaiting slaughter. There was not the slightest pity in his eyes, only the indifference of someone assigning tools:

"From now on, you are Uchiha property."

"I, Uchiha Madara, am your only master."

His gaze swept over the three lambs awaiting slaughter:

"Now, summon the forces under our command."

"Have them come—"

"To pay respects to their new master."

Outside the estate, the city's neon lights continued to flicker.

No one knew that within this Japanese-style residence, a force named "Uchiha" was stepping over the bones of the old order and letting out its first bloodstained cry.

The gears of conquest began to turn.