The feast that never ends (Finale)

"Kabuto, do you think those descendants of the Ōtsutsuki who now occupy the moon would be willing to 'lend' us a piece of their land?"

Orochimaru's eerie and playful laughter echoed for a long time in the dark underground base, but no one knew it.

The tide of the times has begun; some choose to go with the flow, while others choose to dive into deeper undercurrents, waiting to unleash another storm.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the storm, the " Utopia " capital city was a sea of jubilation.

An unprecedented grand celebration is being held in this newly born city of miracles.

Countless Uchiha ancestors, resurrected from the Pure Land by Uchiha Gen'yō, are walking excitedly, even with tears in their eyes, through this magnificent city that completely exceeds their imagination.

They saw magnificent palaces suspended in the air.

They saw personal flying machines that did not require Hand Seals flying over the city.

They saw the amazing devices lining both sides of the street that could automatically serve various food and drinks.

Everything here is like a paradise from mythology.

And they, these souls who once struggled their entire lives for survival and glory in the chaotic Warring States period, have now become citizens of this "heavenly kingdom".

"Is this... is this really our Uchiha city?"

An elder of the Uchiha, who had lost an arm in a battle against the Senju Clan, was stroking his perfectly regenerated arm, which was even stronger than before, and asked in a choked voice.

"Yes, Father!" His son, who had also been resurrected and was in his prime, pointed excitedly into the distance.

"Look! That's Lord Madara! And... good heavens! That's Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi! He's actually... using Wood Release to green our city?!"

In the central square of the capital, Hashirama Senju was helplessly activating his Wood Release. Strange flowers and plants full of vitality grew rapidly at his feet, adorning this futuristic city with vibrant life.

Not far from him, Madara Uchiha stood with his arms crossed, staring intently at him with an extremely displeased and helpless look, as if he were a supervisor.

" Hashirama! The tree over there is growing crooked!!"

"And you! You over there! Don't step on my flowers!"

"Ugh, this is so annoying! Why do I have to do this gardening work here?!"

While muttering complaints under his Hashirama Senju, Hashirama Senju dared not slacken his movements in the slightest.

Because right above them, a god-like man was silently watching all of this.

He simply issued a command: if the green coverage rate of the capital city could not reach 90% before the end of the celebration, their "challenge" would be postponed indefinitely.

This was undoubtedly the harshest "punishment" for Hashirama Senju, who considered "fighting Madara again" the greatest joy in life, and for Madara Uchiha, who considered "fighting Hashirama again" his lifelong obsession.

Thus, these two legendary ninjas, who were once capable of destroying the world, could only now, with bitter faces, become dutiful "gardeners" in this newly born city.

This absurd and darkly humorous scene made all the Uchiha clan members who witnessed it burst into knowing laughter.

The last trace of doubt and unease in their hearts vanished completely at that moment.

The fact that their lord could command these two legendary figures like mere laborers suggests that his power had exceeded their wildest imaginations.

With such a god by their side, the future of the Uchiha Clan will surely be glorious!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the brothers Uchiha Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha were walking side by side on a wondrous corridor made of light and shadow.

"Brother, are you really sure?"

Sasuke looked at the long-lost, gentle face beside him, which no longer showed any signs of illness, and asked softly.

"Um."

Uchiha Itachi nodded, his gaze passing through the corridor to the young Uchiha children who were laughing and playing in the square.

" Lord Gen'yō is right, the Uchiha cannot have only one voice."

"He is responsible for conquering, for expanding, and for spreading the fame of the Uchiha throughout the stars and the sea."

"And my responsibility is to protect them."

"Protect our people, protect this hard-won homeland beneath our feet, protect this... new peace He has bestowed upon us."

A genuine, relieved smile appeared on Uchiha Itachi's face.

He finally found his true "path".

No longer burdened by infamy and walking alone in the darkness, but under the light, using their own eyes to protect this visible and tangible happiness.

Sasuke looked at his brother's smile, remained silent for a moment, and then smiled too.

"And what about me? What should I do?"

"You?"

Uchiha Itachi turned his head and ruffled his younger brother's still somewhat unruly black hair.

"Haven't you always wanted to surpass me?"

"Then let's go."

"Let's follow in Lord Gen'yō's footsteps, to that vast sea of stars, to see a higher and farther world."

"Then become stronger than me, stronger than anyone else."

"Strong enough to stand beside Lord Gen'yō someday in the future and become his most trusted assistant."

"Just like... how I longed to stand beside my father back then."

Sasuke's body trembled slightly. He looked into his brother's gentle yet expectant eyes and nodded heavily.

"I understand, brother."

At the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tower.

On the throne, Uchiha Gen'yō leaned back lazily.

Before him was the enormous blue system screen.

On the screen, the number in the "Family Population" column was jumping up at an extremely encouraging speed.

[Family population: 10,873...10,874...]

Below the population count, the epic quest " Cleansing of the Cradle " is shining with a golden light.

A satisfied smile curved the corners of Uchiha Gen'yō's lips.

He was like an old farmer who had worked hard for a long time, finally seeing the first batch of wheat seedlings growing strong in his field.

Although we are still far from the ultimate goal of "conquering the stars".

But now, he has a perfect start.

He now had a completely safe "territory".

He gained a group of loyal and promising "subjects".

He even had two legendary "super henchmen".

Everything was going in the best direction he had envisioned.

Just then, a light footstep came from behind him.

Uchiha Gen'yō didn't turn around. He knew who it was.

" Lord Gen'yō."

Uchiha Itachi's cool voice slowly rang out.

He walked slowly to the side of the throne and stood shoulder to shoulder with Uchiha Gen'yō, looking down at the vibrant and lively capital city below, where everyone was celebrating.

His gaze held a dreamlike, wistful emotion that even he himself was unaware of.

"It all feels like a dream."

"We, the Uchiha, have truly entered such an era."

His gaze shifted to the man beside him who had single-handedly created all of this, his blood-red Mangekyō Sharingan filled with the deepest awe and a hint of confusion.

" Lord Gen'yō, is this... the peace you sought?"

Uchiha Gen'yō chuckled softly upon hearing this.

He slowly rose from his throne, walked to the edge of the divine tower, and opened his arms as if to embrace the prosperous world he had created.

"No, Itachi."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an unparalleled ambition as if he wanted to devour the entire universe.

You've got it wrong.

"Peace has never been my pursuit."

"This is nothing more than a small, boring appetizer before the never-ending feast begins."

Uchiha Gen'yō slowly turned his head, his Kamui eyes, burning with nine golden halos, pierced through the dome of the capital city, through the barriers of this planet, and were cast into that cold and dark deep universe that harbored endless enemies and endless treasures.

A smile full of arrogance and fighting spirit curled at the corners of his mouth.

"A true feast..."

"This is just the beginning."

(The Finale)