"I know." Uchiha Yi nodded slightly. He would not mistake Mito Uzumaki's concern for an insult, but there were not many people left for him to fear.
Madara Uchiha was probably no match for him anymore. As for Hagoromo Otsutsuki, if he was nothing more than a soul, he probably could not beat Yi either.
"I'll have someone bring you food. Once you've eaten, get a good night's rest," Mito Uzumaki said.
In the past, Mito Uzumaki would have cooked for them herself. But she had aged considerably over the last year or two and no longer cooked at all.
Fortunately, she only had to say the word, and someone would bring her a meal.
While Uchiha Yi enjoyed a rare day of rest, the Konoha camp fighting Kirigakure was filled with cries of anguish.
This was not the original camp. After the main camp had been destroyed, a new one had been established elsewhere.
Nearly half the Ninja had been killed or wounded in Kirigakure's massive assault. Many had permanently lost the ability to be Ninja; some would struggle even to live normal lives.
Uchiha Fugaku lay inside a tent, staring blankly at its roof. His cousin had died protecting him, and the Uchiha who followed him had suffered terrible losses. He had watched them sacrifice themselves one by one for his sake. Anger, confusion, and hatred churned inside him.
He covered his eyes with a hand. They were no longer ordinary Three-Tomoe Sharingan. He had awakened the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan.
But what good did that do?
The dead would never return.
More importantly, when Fugaku awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan, he had clearly sensed powerful Eye Power within the Six-Tails. Someone had been controlling it—with the Eye Power of a Sharingan.
Uchiha Yi was