Chapter 83: Mangekyo and the Sacrificed Hero
Konoha, Uchiha Clan Compound.
In the underground secret chamber of the Naka Shrine, the air was so heavy it felt as if it were about to drip water.
The candlelight cast sprawling, claw-like shadows against the walls, illuminating a series of exasperated faces.
"Absurd! This is simply absurd!"
Several radical Uchiha Elders slammed the table and stood up, spittle flying. "What does Konoha mean by this? Sending us to a godforsaken place like the Land of Rain where even the Tsuchikage suffered a loss? They're treating us as cannon fodder! We must refuse! If the Hokage doesn't agree, we will..."
"We will what?"
Uchiha Fugaku, who had been sitting cross-legged at the head, eyes closed and resting, suddenly spoke. His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.
He slowly opened his eyes. In that instant, his crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated, and a cold Chakra pressure instantly enveloped the entire secret chamber.
The noisy Elders felt a sudden tightness in their chests, and the word "Coup" that was on the tips of their tongues was forced back down by this Aura.
"Refuse?" Fugaku scanned the room coldly. "Refusing now is just giving Danzo and the higher-ups an excuse to purge us. The suspicion from the Nine-Tails Attack hasn't been cleared yet. Do you want the Uchiha Clan to be erased from Konoha right now?"
"But Clan Chief..." another Elder said, bracing himself, "that's the Rinnegan! The legendary power of the Six Paths Sage. Although our Uchiha are strong, we're not going there just to die..."
"Short-sighted."
Fugaku stood up, his back to the crowd, his gaze falling upon the ancient stone tablet on the wall.
"In this Ninja World, risks are always tied to rewards. If that truly is the Rinnegan..."
Fugaku turned around abruptly, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes: "Then it is the only chip for our Uchiha to turn the tables. Pass down the order, assemble the clan's elites! This mission allows only success, no failure!"
"...Yes!"
Intimidated by the Clan Chief's absolute pressure, the Elders, despite being full of resentment, could only bow and accept the order, retreating like frost-bitten eggplants.
Rumble.
The heavy stone door slammed shut.
The massive secret chamber returned to dead silence, leaving only Fugaku alone.
He walked to the candlelight, watching the flickering flame. Shedding his previous disguise, a heart-chilling sneer curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Killing with a borrowed knife? Heh, Danzo, Hiruzen... you underestimate the Uchiha too much."
In the darkness where no one knew, the Three-Tomoe in his eyes did not stop rotating; instead, they began to accelerate and Fusion frantically.
Finally, the simple pattern collapsed and reorganized, transforming into an eerie and complex geometric boomerang pattern—
The Mangekyo Sharingan!
This was a top-secret trump card that even his clansmen did not know about, and it was the true reliance that gave Fugaku the courage to accept this "suicide mission."
"The Rinnegan, huh..."
Fugaku raised a hand to brush against the corner of his eye, his voice low as if it were a whisper from Hell: "Before these eyes of mine, even a so-called 'God' must learn to bow their head."
On the chessboard of this Ninja World, it's still too early to conclude who is the pawn and who is the player... Land of Wind, Sunagakure.
Yellow sand filled the sky, blotting out the sun, with visibility less than ten meters. The whistling wind sounded like the howling of ghosts, ravaging this barren land.
The Fourth Kazekage Rasa stood on the rooftop of the Kazekage Building, looking indifferently at the Puppet units assembling below.
That old woman Chiyo has gone completely mad. For the sake of her grandson and the Sandaime's remains, she's a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest touch. This rage must be vented, otherwise Sunagakure will collapse from within first.
But that wasn't enough.
As the Kazekage, Rasa's blood was cold. What he cared about wasn't hatred, but loss prevention and the maximization of interests.
Pakura."
Rasa spoke, his voice even colder and harder than the wind and sand filling the sky.
Behind him, a female Ninja carrying a giant scroll and wearing a backless combat suit knelt on one knee.
She was the hero of Sunagakure, the "Scorch Style User" who struck terror into the hearts of enemies, Pakura.
"Kazekage-sama." Pakura looked up, her eyes resolute with an unreserved loyalty to the Village.
"You go as well."
Rasa did not turn around, simply standing with his hands behind his back. "Amegakure has gone too far. To reclaim the Sandaime's dignity, Sunagakure must go all-in with every trump card."
"Yes! This subordinate will surely burn those madmen to ashes and bring back Sandaime-sama's remains!"
She did not know what kind of malice was hidden behind this order.
Watching Pakura's defenseless back as she accepted the order and left, a calculating light flashed in Rasa's cold eyes.
Recently, Hidden Mist has been applying pressure due to frictions on the battlefield, demanding an explanation from Sunagakure. Pakura killed many Kirigakure Ninja on the battlefield; she is a thorn in Hidden Mist's side.
The situation in the Land of Rain this time is complex.
If they can win, that would be best.
If the situation turns unfavorable... using the corpse of a hero who "accidentally died in battle" to appease the Land of Water's anger is, in Rasa's view, an absolutely worthwhile bargain.
"For the Village..."
Rasa whispered into the wind, his voice instantly swallowed by the sand, "A thing like a hero is most useful when they're hanging on a wall."
...Land of Rivers, nameless grotto.
The campfire was nearly burnt out, with only a few crimson embers struggling to survive in the darkness.
Nara Shikaku put down his pen and sealed two freshly drafted top-secret scrolls into special waterproof tubes. His dark circles were heavy, a mark left by three consecutive days of high-intensity mental work.
"Advisor Chiyo, this is currently the only way to break the deadlock."
Shikaku's voice was raspy, carrying a deep exhaustion. "The combat composition of the Akatsuki has overflowed. Pain, that man suspected of mastering space-time, Orochimaru, Sasori, Kakuzu, and the one with the kubikiribōchō..."
He paused, his eyes deep. "An organization like this—let alone the current Konoha or Sunagakure—any single Ninja Village at its peak would treat them with extreme caution if facing them alone."
Opposite him, Granny Chiyo sat cross-legged in the shadows, her hand tightly clutching a broken Puppet part.
It was a memento left by her son, now squeezed out of shape.
"You mean, a Five Kage Summit?" Chiyo lifted her eyelids, her voice dry.
"Not just a summit." Shikaku shook his head. "We must immediately form a 'Five Great Nations Allied Force'. Only by gathering the power of the entire Ninja World is it possible to crush them in the Land of Rain before this monster organization fully matures."
This was a massive gamble.
The bet was whether the Five Great Nations could temporarily set aside a century of hatred when faced with a common threat.
Chiyo remained silent for a long time.
Crack.
The Puppet part in her hand finally turned to dust.
"I will personally advise the Kazekage." Chiyo stood up, Killing Intent surging within the small grotto. "That rebellious grandson... I must personally send him to Hell."
In the rainy night.
Two Messenger Hawks broke through the rain curtain, flying towards the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind respectively.
Carrying the panic and determination of two masterminds, they sought to shift the landscape of the entire Ninja World on this wind-swept and rain-beaten night.
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