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Chapter 426: Uchiha Madara's Search for Family (Part 1) 

Watching Orochimaru's figure fade into the distance, Shinji stood motionless for a long while.  

His power had grown to the point where the entire ninja world was silenced, with no one daring to challenge him. Perhaps from now on, no unexpected events would have the courage to confront him.  

At last, he could act according to his own will and pursue the so-called justice of the "heaven-sent hero."  

However, the very first step of his plan... 

Had gone off track.  

Shinji's rationality told him that anything related to Uchiha Madara's Rinnegan and the assassination plan must not be leaked.  

Even if he wasn’t the one who leaked it—even if Orochimaru merely guessed a piece of it without knowing his exact intentions— 

By all rights, he should eliminate Orochimaru here and now!  

Currently, the only person branded with the Heavenly Curse Seal, capable of resurrecting souls, was himself. But that curse mark had already been erased during the Battle of Hell Valley.  

Moreover, Ying, who had the abilities of an upgraded version of Orochimaru, was thoroughly defeated by him. 

At this moment, Orochimaru had no time, no power, no technique to sustain his existence, and no chance of escaping from him.  

Yet... 

The thought of mercilessly killing his second-best teacher in the entire ninja world made Shinji hesitate all night, unable to bring himself to do it.  

July 16, Year 47 of Konoha – Early Morning 

On this day, 

Shinji, far away in the Land of Wind, parted ways with his mentor, Orochimaru.  

Meanwhile,  

News spread like wildfire that the young Uchiha clan leader, a strong candidate for the Fourth Hokage, had single-handedly destroyed the Land of Roran. The information traveled with remarkable speed, reaching all corners of the ninja world.  

The next day, Rasa, the Fourth Kazekage of the Sand Village—Konoha’s ally—traveled non-stop from Roran to Konoha.  

Then,  

He presented a Letter of Surrender to the Uchiha clan (not Konoha itself).  

The style and form were almost identical to the one recently sent by the Fourth Raikage of the Cloud Village.  

As a result, Konoha became abuzz with activity.  

To welcome the Fourth Kazekage's visit, Konoha hastily organized a grand ceremony. They hung banners at the village gates, arranged flower baskets, and even invited local violinists to perform the tune "Peace of Konoha" in a nearby park to showcase their love for peace. (The same park where Sasuke knocked out Sakura before defecting.)  

However, Rasa completely ignored Konoha's leadership and went straight to the Uchiha clan's territory.  

All that pomp and ceremony welcomed nothing but empty air.  

But, 

An unexpected guest arrived at this spectacle.  

A man with long gray-white hair, a withered face, and an icy gaze stood before Konoha’s grand entrance. He wore a deep blue robe and leaned on a massive scythe, its design reminiscent of the Grim Reaper's weapon.  

"Hmph~"  

"This place... hasn't changed a bit in forty years."  

He slowly raised his head, eyes tracing the grand gate of Konoha. His gaze drifted down the long street, eventually resting on the colossal rock faces carved into the distant mountain, depicting the visages of three Hokage.  

His eyes lingered on the first face—the youthful image of his once dearest friend and greatest rival, Senju Hashirama, who had long since turned to dust.  

His cold, indifferent eyes wavered with emotion. A mix of nostalgia and the satisfaction of a final victor.  

The old man murmured, 

"Hashirama..."  

But just then, a voice disrupted the solemn moment, 

"Hey, old man! Weapons aren’t allowed in Konoha!"  

Izumo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane, both young guards serving part-time at the gate, approached. Izumo pointed at the massive scythe and reminded him, 

"Even if it's just a walking stick or a farm tool, carrying it around town might scare people."  

"Also, please come this way to register your name."  

"By the way, old man, what's your name? You're pretty old; how about I help you fill out the form?"  

The elderly man remained silent for a moment, 

Perhaps speechless or simply lost in the passage of time, surprised that no one in this village recognized his face anymore.  

After a long pause, he opened his eyes and spoke his name:  

"Madara,"  

"Uchiha Madara."  

In that instant, his eyes turned crimson, revealing three spinning black tomoe.  

Yet, 

Everyone within a 600-meter radius fell into a deep sleep for half a minute.  

By the time Uchiha Madara walked into Konoha and his silhouette disappeared down the street, 

It was as if a puppeteer pulled their strings—everyone suddenly woke up, recalling nothing, dismissing their momentary daze as mere daydreams before resuming their daily lives.  

No matter how hard Shinji thought, he would never have expected this: 

The very man he planned to assassinate—Uchiha Madara, who was supposedly old and frail, incapable of causing trouble— 

Had come to Konoha.  

And soon,  

The Uchiha clan would face the greatest crisis since its founding.  

With the Grim Reaper's scythe in hand, 

Uchiha Madara walked the streets of Konoha with a blank expression.  

From the village entrance, he proceeded straight to the park, passing landmarks he personally designed at the founding of Konoha: the reservoir, the Konoha Theater, and a bustling new street with the newly opened Ichiraku Ramen.  

He walked past the Konoha Tea Street near the Hokage building, the Yamanaka Flower Shop (which brought a touch of melancholy), and the street where he once lived.  

As a violinist—forced to play at the ceremony—angrily sped up the tune of "Peace of Konoha,"  

Madara continued south, 

Until he stood before the Uchiha clan’s district along the Naka River.  

It was clear why this man, over eighty years old, had come—  

With his scythe in hand, 

He was here to visit his kin.  

"Shinji... With your half-baked power, you’re not ready to inherit my Eye of the Moon Plan."  

Recalling the moment Shinji awakened his Sharingan during the Battle of the Land of Lightning, 

Madara raised his head, coldly eyeing the vast Uchiha district.  

"If revenge is the key to awakening your eyes—"  

"Then let me help you."  

"See true darkness, understand the endless cycle of hatred in this cursed world!"  

"Hate me! Despise me! And survive, no matter how ugly it gets."  

"Until your eyes become like mine and you stand before me."  

"Then,"  

"I will make you truly understand the salvation of the world through my Eye of the Moon Plan."  

(End of Chapter) 

Chapter 427: Uchiha Madara’s Search for His Kin (Part 2)  

At this moment, just as Uchiha Madara had stealthily infiltrated the rear lines, preparing to assess the current state of the Uchiha clan—what was Shinji doing?  

He had just received an invitation from the Great Toad Sage.  

Before the outbreak of the war in the Land of Lightning, Jiraiya had sought out the Uchiha clan, hoping to meet Shinji and deliver an important message entrusted to him by the Great Toad Sage. Additionally, he had extended an invitation for Ji to visit Mount Myōboku.  

Now—  

Dawn was breaking, the first rays of light peeling away the thin veil of night.  

After Orochimaru's departure, following a long night of heartfelt conversations, Minato Namikaze had bid farewell to his son, Naruto, and then sought out the man who had sealed away everyone's memories—himself.  

However, he wasn’t there to seal Shinji’s memories.  

In truth, he couldn’t even if he wanted to—after all, it was impossible to seal the memories of a Uchiha who possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.  

Would this meddling with time distort reality? Would it create some kind of temporal paradox? Or would Shinji, now aware of Naruto’s existence, end up altering the future?  

At this point, Minato dared not dwell too deeply on such questions.  

His main purpose in seeking out Shinji, aside from his usual plea for him to return to Konoha, was to personally hand him a summoning scroll.  

“What did you just say? The Great Toad Sage wants to see me?”  

“And he claims that I’m some kind of ‘Child of Prophecy’?”  

“Seriously, doesn’t this feel incredibly awkward to you?”  

First, he had just seen off Orochimaru, who was convinced he was some kind of saint and hero. Now, another figure—this time the Great Toad Sage—was adamantly proclaiming that Shinji was some sort of prophesied savior, destined to wield the sword of kings, bear the jade of emperors, and lead the world down a new path.  

This was beyond ridiculous.  

Sometimes, Shinji really wanted to crack open the heads of the people in the shinobi world just to see how their brains functioned.  

It was one thing for the Uchiha clan to push him toward the role of clan leader—they had always had a bit of a collective mental instability, after all.  

But now?  

Orochimaru, a man of undeniable genius, was on board with this nonsense. Even the Great Toad Sage, an ancient entity that had lived for over a thousand years, was playing along.  

Have they all lost their minds?  

Minato scratched his head, equally baffled by his teacher Jiraiya’s deep faith in the whole “Child of Prophecy” concept. He didn’t fully understand it either, but he couldn’t help but be shaken by it.  

However, since Jiraiya had personally pleaded with him—  

“The Great Toad Sage and Jiraiya-sensei must have their reasons for this.”  

Minato forced an awkward smile as he handed over the scroll.  

“Back when we met in Yunming City, you left so quickly that Jiraiya-sensei didn’t even get a chance to speak with you. Then, you vanished for so long that he had no choice but to ask me to relay his message should I ever run into you again.”  

“Apparently, the Great Toad Sage also wants to give you some kind of treasure. But if you really don’t want to go, that’s fine too. Honestly, Ji, wouldn’t it be better if you just came back to Konoha with me instead?”  

“Kushina wants to cook for you!”  

“What did you just say?”  

Shinji’s brow twitched, and his right eyelid spasmed twice. A sudden and overwhelming sense of dread surged through him.  

Minato hesitated, fell silent for a moment, then stiffly repeated himself:  

“Kushina wants to cook for—”  

“No, no, go back to the previous sentence!” Shinji immediately shook his head, as if trying to ward off a nightmare.  

Just hearing the words “return to Konoha” and “Kushina’s cooking” had triggered his battle instincts, warning him of impending doom.  

Holy crap—just how bad is Kushina’s cooking?!  

“The Great Toad Sage wants to give you a treasure.”  

“Ah, well then,” Shinji instantly straightened up, adopting a righteous and resolute expression. “The Great Toad Sage is a venerable figure. If he has summoned me, it must be a matter of utmost importance regarding the safety of the shinobi world. Minato, I have no choice but to go.”  

Without hesitation, he snatched the summoning scroll from Minato’s hands.  

Without a second thought, he quickly performed the hand seals for the Summoning Jutsu: 

Boar → Dog → Rooster → Monkey → Ram!  

Boom!  

With a puff of smoke, Shinji vanished from the spot—spirited away by the reverse summoning of the Great Toad Sage to Mount Myōboku.  

Meanwhile… 

Enticed by the promise of this so-called “treasure,” Shinji had willingly departed for Mount Myōboku.  

At the same time, the Uchiha clan—facing an imminent crisis—had suddenly lost their greatest protector.  

Now, they had no choice but to rely on their own strength to survive under the looming shadow of their former leader.  

A silent battle was about to unfold—  

The Uchiha clan, with two Mangekyō Sharingan wielders, versus the hidden menace of Uchiha Madara.  

The war had no smoke, but the tension was palpable.  

And at this very moment—  

With his Death Scythe in hand, Uchiha Madara had already set foot in the Uchiha district.  

He arrived at one of the clan’s training grounds, where a gathering was taking place, spurred by the panicked and unannounced visit of the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, earlier that morning.  

As he stood there, he overheard whispers from passing Uchiha clan members hurrying toward the clan’s central hall.  

“The Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, has actually followed in the footsteps of the Fourth Raikage and submitted a letter of surrender to us?!”  

One Uchiha member raised an eyebrow in surprise.  

“Has our clan really become that powerful?”  

Beside him, another Uchiha—one who had once accompanied Fugaku to the Land of Hot Water to rescue Ji—scoffed confidently.  

“Idiot. Can’t you see? This is just another ploy to divide us.”  

“With his achievements in ending the Third Great Ninja War, Ji’s appointment as the Fourth Hokage is practically guaranteed.”  

“Just like the Raikage’s surrender letter, this move by the Kazekage is nothing more than an attempt to sow discord between our clan and the village.”  

“Hmph. That kid Ji—I've watched him grow up. I know exactly how strong he is. But this whole situation is ridiculous. It defies all logic.”  

“I mean, just how powerful does a single ninja have to be for the leader of an enemy nation to personally travel here and beg for mercy?”  

“It’s absurd!”  

The first man nodded in agreement, giving a thumbs-up.  

“You’ve got a point!”  

“There’s a clan meeting happening soon to discuss whether we should accept the Land of Wind’s surrender. Captain Fugaku is also going to present his intelligence report on Ji’s supposed destruction of an entire nation.”  

“The final decision will be made by Elder Setsuna.”  

“Let’s hurry over!”  

As the murmuring crowd moved past, Uchiha Madara remained where he stood, gripping his Death Scythe.  

Among the many names he had overheard, one in particular stood out.  

“Uchiha Setsuna…?”  

His cold, piercing eyes narrowed.  

“That cunning little brat faked his death and orchestrated a grand revenge scheme for that kid.”  

“He’s beaten me to it…”  

“Well then, let’s see…”  

“Is his life truly worth enough to make that brat awaken another Mangekyō Sharingan?”  

(End of chapter) 

Chapter 428: Madara Uchiha's Search for Family (Part 3) 

Madara Uchiha was not like Itachi Uchiha, who had completely descended into madness. 

At fifteen, Madara lost all his younger brothers except Izuna Uchiha. At twenty, he lost Izuna too, becoming utterly alone. On that day, his eyes transformed—a merging of his and his brother's Mangekyō Sharingan, giving birth to the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, which allowed him to see the path forward with unwavering clarity.  

Throughout his life, Madara repeatedly experienced the pain of loss. Because of this, he understood the importance of cherishing what he had more than anyone else.  

Therefore, when Hashirama Senju once again spoke of his dream to create a place where children would never have to set foot on the battlefield, Madara, who was filled with hatred and anger, ultimately suppressed his urge to destroy everything. Together with Hashirama, he founded the Village Hidden in the Leaves—Konohagakure.  

The Mangekyō Sharingan is also known as the "Eye of Love." 

And love... is restraint.  

It was because Madara loved his people and cherished the hard-won peace that he repeatedly pondered the causes of war and the flaws of the ninja village system. When he could no longer see the future that Hashirama had promised, he felt profound disappointment.  

Thus, the Moon's Eye Plan was born!  

Forty years ago, when the Uchiha Clan defied his will and refused to leave the village with him, Madara did not slaughter them, nor did he force them to follow his vision.  

And now,  

As he looked at the vast Uchiha Clan grounds, watching clan members swarm towards the head family's residence,  

He had no intention of killing them all, even though it would have been a trivial task for him.  

In truth, 

Madara held a list in his hand— 

A list meticulously compiled by White Zetsu through careful investigation and corroboration of various sources,  

A list of all those closely connected to Shinji!  

If one were to describe it, 

Madara was like the Grim Reaper holding a death list, calling out names one by one. 

He wanted to observe and ultimately confirm whose death would cause Shinji the greatest emotional torment, making him suffer in agony, helplessness, sorrow, anger, and even near-despair! 

Until the moment when that beautiful flower of hatred bloomed!  

To Madara, 

Killing was never the goal; it was merely a means to achieve his objective.  

In the original story, when he manipulated Obito Uchiha, he orchestrated coincidences that led Kakashi—Obito's best friend—to kill Rin Nohara, who meant the world to Obito. As for the other casualties, they were merely victims of Obito's wrath.  

The goal was to achieve the greatest impact with the smallest cost!  

Just like earlier, when he passed by the Uchiha clansman who shouted, "This is a scheme to sow discord!" 

According to the "death list," that guy openly belittled Shinji, but deep down, he was an extreme fan—a typical tsundere Uchiha who believed, "I can criticize him, but if you do, I'll get mad."  

Would killing such a person even matter?  

Shinji had barely spoken to him a few times, and they didn't share any meaningful interactions.  

Killing him would only makeShinji feel a bit surprised, perhaps even relieved: "You killed the guy who always looked down on me? Should I thank you?" 

After feeling a slight annoyance over a fellow clansman's death, 

That would be the end of it.  

Right now, 

Madara stood still before the Uchiha training grounds, not moving to his next target for a simple reason.  

At that moment,  

Inside the training grounds,  

A young boy was gasping for breath, swinging a blade engulfed in fierce flames. His eyes were fixed on the short sword in his hand,  

A flicker of despair and frustration crossed his gaze, knowing he couldn't achieve the desired result no matter what he did.  

But then, he gritted his teeth, stubbornly pushing his exhausted body to its limits,  

Continuing to swing his blade, feeling the flames follow his movements, sprouting from the depths of his heart.  

Shisui Uchiha.  

Madara glanced at the boy's name on the list, noting his placement in the second tier. He also saw that Shisui had once risked his life on the battlefield in the Land of Rain to pave the way and save Shinji.  

Without a doubt,  

To Shinji, this was an important "younger brother" figure.  

Madara narrowed his cold, piercing eyes, watching the boy in the training grounds.  

With that kid named "Hidan" nowhere to be found, 

Would killing this boy have the same effect? 

Unlike the other clan members who blindly followed the crowd, this boy did not stop training even upon hearing about the upcoming clan meeting. Instead, he trained even harder.  

Seeing this, even Madara had to admit, 

This Uchiha boy had extraordinary talent—not much different from his own at that age!  

Just then—  

"Ha... ha..."  

Shisui panted heavily, supporting himself with his knees. His Sharingan glowed with three tomoe, and he clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth as he muttered with deep frustration,  

"Why... why can't I do it yet?!"  

"To swing the forty-meter flaming sword likeShinji and protect everyone in a moment of desperation!"  

"How can I master the Uchiha Style: Dance of the Solar Eclipse?"  

"When... when will I become as reliable asShinji?!"  

Standing at the edge of the training grounds,  

Madara glanced at Shisui, no more than six or seven years old, with those scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan eyes,  

He fell silent. 

How old was he when he first awakened the Sharingan?  

And if his memory wasn't failing him, Shinji was only twelve now. How was he already considered an adult?  

Moreover, the Uchiha Style: Dance of the Solar Eclipse—wasn't that a forbidden technique among forbidden techniques in the Uchiha Clan?  

Who the heck let this kid practice it unsupervised?!  

Had the thought patterns of these Uchiha kids become this extreme?  

"No... I can still go on!Shinji said I'm a genius... I must catch up to him!"  

Shisui roared, forcing himself to stand,  

"Uchiha Style: Dance of the Solar Eclipse!"  

"Hah!"  

Before he could finish his swing, his body gave out. His pupils rolled back, showing only the whites of his eyes, as he collapsed backward,  

Heading straight for the hard training ground floor!  

"Damn, my body won't move... I can't use chakra either. If I hit the ground, I'll be stuck in Konoha Hospital for half a month!"  

Just as panic and hopelessness surged in his heart—  

The expected pain didn't come. 

Instead, he felt himself being caught by a frail yet powerful arm!  

Shisui's consciousness snapped back, and his eyes shot open,  

To see—  

An elderly man with long, gray hair, a face full of cold wrinkles, and a stern, emotionless expression holding him up.  

In the old man's eyes, a complex mixture of murderous intent and a protective instinct born from an old promise with Hashirama swirled.  

Almost against his own will, 

Madara did not kill the boy. He saved Shisui.  

His gaze grew complicated as he stared at the six or seven-year-old Shisui, 

His heart wavered slightly,  

In the end, he could only tell himself it was because the boy was too young. 

I... I don't kill little kids.  

(End of chapter) 

Chapter 429: Uchiha Madara's Search for Kin (Part Four) 

Clan Records: 

It has been over a month since Itachi was born, and during this month, the ninja world has been in constant turmoil, leaving everyone mentally and physically exhausted. 

From the day of Itachi’s birth, when he awakened those forbidden eyes, I gained the Mangekyō Sharingan techniques known as "Kurama Soul Fate" and "Tsukuyomi." 

The only time I have used these ocular techniques was on the eve of the great battle in the Land of Lightning. 

Due to his failure to restrain his past arrogant behavior, Hokō kidnapped a destabilizing member of the "Akatsuki" organization, Chi no Ike Chino, the daughter of the Yuyashiro Flame clan, attempting to use her as leverage to force the enemy into submission. 

Through "Kurama Soul Fate," I foresaw an impending tragedy, one that would push Shinji to such a fury that he would awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan. 

To prevent the rampage of Yuyashiro Flame, who had infiltrated the "Akatsuki," I hesitated for a long time before ultimately leaving the village against orders. I arrived at Yunming City to suppress the crisis. 

However, just as these Mangekyō Sharingan eyes had shown me, because of my intervention, Shinji, during his evolution to my level of ocular prowess, lacked the extreme emotions necessary for full awakening. 

As a result, he ultimately only awakened one Mangekyō Sharingan. 

Many members of the Uchiha clan were saved, but Shinji unknowingly suffered a loss. 

I do not know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. 

Fortunately, even with just one awakened Mangekyō Sharingan, Shinji’s terrifying combat prowess exceeded everyone’s expectations. 

He fought his way through Yunming City, personally killed several high-level opponents, including capturing multiple tailed beasts and slaying the Third Raikage. 

He single-handedly ended the Third Great Ninja War! 

However, because of Shinji, the numerous complex and tedious post-war affairs have kept me busy to this day. (Sometimes, I really want to quit! crossed out) 

And today… 

“Fugaku, the latest intelligence on Shinji’s destruction of the Kingdom of Roran has arrived. It’s firsthand information from Namikaze Minato—” 

“There were no civilian casualties in the Kingdom of Roran. The primary responsibility lies with the Queen’s rebellious regent, An Lushan, and Orochimaru. In this incident, Shinji actually played the role of a savior.” 

“At last, we can shut up Danzo’s damned mouth and keep him quiet for a while.” 

Uchiha Hokō’s voice rang from outside the door. 

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Fugaku lifted his head, his eyes narrowing as he put down his brush and closed his notebook. 

“I see. That makes things much easier.” 

Rubbing his swollen temples from a sleepless night, Fugaku gave a deep command: 

“Hokō-senpai, deliver the information to the Great Elder immediately. Also, inform the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, and tell that guy to leave as soon as possible.” 

“The tricks the Fourth Raikage is playing have already given us enough headaches. We don’t need any more interference right now.” 

“Until Shinji returns, we will not accept any allegiance, political contributions, or offers from any nation, organization, faction, or village.” 

“Also, prepare for the clan assembly. I’ll be ready soon.” 

Just as he finished speaking— 

Uchiha Fugaku suddenly swayed, his vision distorting as if transcending time and space. 

In an instant, his surroundings transformed into the Naka Shrine, where the clan assembly was about to take place. 

And then— 

Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood of the Great Elder Uchiha Setsuna. Blood of Uchiha Hokō. His own blood. 

Severed limbs, agonized screams. 

Everything ended with a thunderous explosion! 

The blood of every clan member at the meeting twisted and pooled into a massive crimson lake, 

Reflecting the shattered ceiling of the shrine, the dark sky filled with circling crows, 

And beneath that ominous sky— 

A gray-haired elder with a blurred face stood with cold, merciless detachment. 

Through this vision, Uchiha Fugaku saw himself trembling, his blood-stained hand clutching the elder’s ankle in near despair, demanding: 

“You also have the Sharingan. You are also Uchiha—” 

“But,” 

“Why.” 

“Why.” 

Yet the elder merely lowered his head slightly, his gaze devoid of any emotion— 

No pity, no sorrow, only the calmness of a fulfilled purpose. 

In response to Fugaku’s anguished plea, the elder merely sneered: 

“Heh~” 

“Still don’t understand?” 

As the last light faded and darkness swallowed him, 

Uchiha Fugaku heard a cold and indifferent proclamation: 

“This is the cycle of fate.” 

“If you wish to protect something, you will lose something. No matter who they are—friend, brother, even—” 

“My own descendants!” 

“Fugaku, Fugaku, what’s wrong?!” 

“Hey, are you too exhausted?” 

“Maybe you should rest for a bit? There’s no real rush for the clan assembly.” 

Uchiha Hokō’s distant voice suddenly pulled Fugaku back to reality. 

“Hah…!!” 

He gasped violently, his body trembling. 

The suffocating sensation of near-death, the phantom pain of a scythe slicing through his torso, left his limbs momentarily paralyzed! 

But Uchiha Fugaku immediately understood— 

It was the forbidden ocular technique hidden within his eyes— 

Mangekyō Sharingan: Kurama Soul Fate 

Had activated! 

Without hesitation, realizing the severity of the situation, Uchiha Fugaku abruptly lifted his head, gripping the shoulders of the stunned Uchiha Hokō, shaking him as he urgently asked: 

“The clan assembly… How long until it starts?!” 

Uchiha Hokō blinked in confusion before shaking his head helplessly. 

“Fugaku, are you really that exhausted?” 

“The clan assembly starts in just ten minutes.” 

“What did you say?!” 

Fugaku’s expression twisted in horror, his wide eyes filled with despair and disbelief as he roared: 

“Only ten minutes?!” 

“That’s right.” 

Only ten minutes— 

Which meant that in ten minutes— 

The Uchiha Clan would face extinction?! 

And unlike the previous premonition of Yunming City’s crisis a month ago, 

The activation of Kurama Soul Fate seemed to be directly proportional to the strength of the person it foresaw! 

Previously, it had warned of Yuyashiro Flame, someone Fugaku could still suppress in battle. 

Back then, he had days to deliberate, hesitate, and then act to change fate. 

But now— 

Kurama Soul Fate had given him only ten minutes! 

The enemy— 

Was also Uchiha. 

And overwhelmingly powerful! 

So— 

What could Uchiha Fugaku possibly do to save his clan?! 

As Fugaku foresaw the impending disaster during the clan assembly, 

Elsewhere— 

Uchiha Madara, his face grim, ignored the respectful thanks from Uchiha Shisui, whom he had just instructed, and left the clan’s training grounds, his expression dark. 

Gripping the Death Scythe in his hand, 

He walked coldly toward the heart of the clan gathering. 

Holding the list of those fated to die, 

It was time for the next round of executions! 

(End of Chapter)