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Uchiha En rose from the ground.

He walked to the depths of the cave and took out the exclusive mask Madara Uchiha had left behind.

The mask slowly settled over his face.

Uchiha En closed his eyes and repeatedly recalled Madara Uchiha's usual tone of voice.

When he opened his eyes again, he straightened his body.

"From today onward, Uchiha En is dead."

He deliberately lowered his voice.

Hoarse, cold, and carrying Madara Uchiha's arrogance.

"I will inherit Madara Uchiha's name."

"And I will complete the Infinite Tsukuyomi."

The Sharingan behind the mask slowly spun.

He would not forget the Uchiha Clan's exclusion.

He would not forget Konoha's higher-ups' wariness toward his clansmen.

And he certainly would not forget the Uchiha who had died on the Hidden Mist Battlefield.

As long as the Infinite Tsukuyomi was completed, false villages, war, and hatred would all disappear.

Even if Fang Xu stood in his way, he would not give up.

Konoha.

Fang Xu appeared directly in the living room of his residence.

The Shadow Clone left behind at the Hidden Mist Frontline had already brought Kakashi back ahead of time.

The Shadow Clone saw the original and immediately dispelled itself.

Bang!

White smoke spread out.

The relevant memories swiftly flooded into Fang Xu's mind.

Kakashi stood beside the sofa with his arms crossed, his expression clearly unpleasant.

He stared at Fang Xu for several moments.

"So after bringing me to the Hidden Mist Frontline, you just disappeared midway?"

"I had something to deal with."

Fang Xu answered casually.

Kakashi's frown deepened.

"You left behind a Shadow Clone to brush me off, then ran off to fight someone yourself."

He gripped his sword hilt and suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"On the way back, I asked the Shadow Clone three times."