Isamu noticed the ninja trying to escape and smirked inwardly. Trying to run from me? How naive.
The Iwa ninja seized the moment and threw down a smoke bomb.
Bang!
A thick cloud of white smoke instantly blocked everyone's vision, and the Rock ninja vanished.
"Oh no! He's escaping!" Zhan rushed forward immediately—but Isamu grabbed him by the collar, stopping him mid-step.
"Isamu, why are you stopping me? If we don't chase now, he'll get away!" Zhan frowned.
"Relax. Look," Isamu said calmly, pointing ahead.
The smoke quickly dispersed in the wind. The fleeing ninja's figure appeared about 200 meters away.
"What are you waiting for? If we don't chase now, it'll be too late!" Zhan stomped in frustration.
Meanwhile, the fleeing ninja glanced back and saw no one pursuing him.
Are these Konoha ninja idiots? They're not even chasing me…
"They're nothing special after all," he muttered, turning back to flee.
Isamu chuckled.
"Escape from me? Impossible. I let him run on purpose—so you can all see the true power of the Uchiha."
As he spoke, his eyes changed.
The Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan spun into existence.
"Huh? That pattern… it's not tomoe?" The others stared in confusion. Only Zhan sensed something was different.
"Watch closely… Kamui."
A space-warping vortex suddenly twisted into existence—
—right around the fleeing ninja's head.
"Nani—?!"
Before he could react, his head vanished.
Blood erupted from his neck as his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Silence.
The Uchiha members stood frozen, eyes wide, mouths hanging open.
Even Zhan was stunned. He had never seen Isamu use this technique before.
"Well?" Isamu said casually, pointing at his eyes. "Now you've seen it. This is the power of the Uchiha Mangekyō Sharingan."
One ninja stepped forward hesitantly. "Lord Isamu… how can we obtain this power?"
Even Zhan leaned in, clearly eager for the answer.
Isamu paused, then said calmly:
"When you lose the person you cherish most… this power may awaken within you."
"In my view, love is the strongest power of the Uchiha."
The group fell into confusion.
"Love…? Losing someone important?" they murmured.
Only Zhan seemed to grasp part of it.
"You'll understand one day," Isamu said, turning away. "Let's move. We're heading to the camp."
As he stepped forward, Zhan suddenly blocked his path.
"Isamu, do you realize the situation? A Rock ninja tried to lure us into a trap. The camp is probably already compromised. If we walk in like this, we're walking straight into danger."
Isamu nodded slightly.
"I know. That's exactly why we're going in openly."
He smirked.
"Have you heard this before? Smart hunters often disguise themselves as prey."
"Prey are cautious and good at hiding. High-level hunters pretend to be weak, lowering the enemy's guard—then strike. That's how you play the pig to eat the tiger."
Zhan sighed. "Fine, fine, I can't argue with you. Just don't mess up and actually become prey."
"Relax," Isamu said, patting his shoulder.
He turned to the others.
"When we enter the camp, act natural. It's likely already fallen. We're going to bait them out—and wipe them all out. Understood?"
"Understood!" everyone responded.
They advanced.
When they were about one kilometer away, Isamu's expression subtly changed.
The faint smell of blood lingered in the air.
"So the Konoha guards are already dead… I can smell blood from this far away." He sighed. "Life in the ninja world really is worthless."
"Those useless fools," Zhan scoffed. "They couldn't even hold the line. Compared to us Uchiha, they're nothing."
A clan member stepped forward awkwardly.
"Uh… Lord Zhan… there were Uchiha stationed here too."
Zhan froze.
"What?! Were they from our faction or the Moderates?"
"One from each."
"Oh no… then their eyes—!" Zhan's expression changed drastically. "If they didn't destroy them in time—"
He moved to rush ahead—
—but Isamu kicked him in the back.
"Sometimes you're sharp, and sometimes you're an idiot."
"How am I an idiot?! The Sharingan can't fall into enemy hands!"
"Think," Isamu said flatly. "If they were going to be taken, they already would have been. What's the point of panicking now?"
"Besides, without Uchiha blood, the Sharingan is more burden than blessing. Who would want that? Aren't you just worrying for nothing?"
Zhan frowned. "That may be true… but plenty of people still covet the Sharingan. Even if they can't use its full power, it's still valuable."
Isamu sighed.
"Fine. I promise you this—"
"If anyone in this world possesses a Sharingan without being an Uchiha… no matter where they are, I'll kill them."
"Is that enough?"
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