The wooden spike pierced through the Iwa ninja captain's leg and instantly began absorbing his chakra, swelling as it spread. Five sharp branches burst outward from the wound.
"AHHH!!"
The excruciating pain forced him to stop mid-run. Without hesitation, he drew a kunai and severed his own foot.
"ARGH!!"
His face turned deathly pale, but even so, he continued forward, dragging himself away.
The Uchiha members watching couldn't help but feel a trace of respect.
To cut off his own leg without hesitation… what terrifying willpower.
Isamu leapt forward and landed directly in front of him, blocking his path. Looking at the man who had sacrificed his own limb to survive, he showed a hint of admiration.
"To cut off your own leg instantly… not bad. I respect that," Isamu said.
"Hmph! If you want to kill me, then do it. Don't stand there pretending. If I even frown, then I'm no Iwa ninja," the captain replied coldly. Since escape was impossible, he chose to face death head-on.
Isamu laughed.
"Hahaha! If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have aimed for your leg. I'm letting you go."
"Let me go?" The captain frowned. "What are you planning?"
Before Isamu could answer, the Uchiha surrounded them.
"You can't let him go!" Zhan immediately objected. "If he leaves, he'll bring more enemies next time!"
"Yeah, we can't let him go!" the others echoed.
"Enough."
Isamu raised a hand, silencing them, then looked back at the Iwa ninja.
"I'm letting you live for one reason—to deliver a message to Ōnoki."
"To the Tsuchikage? What message?"
The captain felt a flicker of relief—but what came next froze him in place.
"Tell him this," Isamu said, his eyes gleaming.
"I, Uchiha Isamu, will initiate the Second Great Ninja War in one month. I will declare war on the Four Great Nations—Earth, Wind, Water, and Lightning."
"I will become the second God of Shinobi after Hashirama Senju… and restore the glory of the Uchiha."
Silence fell.
"Are you insane?!" Zhan exploded. "Do you even understand what you're saying?! Starting a war against all four nations?!"
The rest of the Uchiha were equally stunned.
Even the Iwa captain sneered.
"Heh… even your own people don't believe you. Stop making jokes."
"I don't joke about things like this."
Isamu's voice turned cold.
"I'll give you one month. Prepare yourselves. On this very border, I will personally lead the Uchiha into an all-out war."
"If you underestimate me, your entire army will be wiped out."
Without another word, he knelt and used the Mystical Palm Technique to heal the captain's wound enough for him to move.
"Leave the Sharingan behind… and get out."
The captain stared at him seriously.
"You're really going to war?"
"Didn't you hear me the first time?"
After a brief silence, the captain threw over the glass bottle containing the Sharingan.
"Uchiha Isamu… you will regret this."
Then he turned and fled.
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Back at the camp—
Bang!
Zhan slammed the bottle onto the table.
"Isamu! What the hell are you thinking?! Why suddenly start a war against the Four Great Nations?!"
Isamu slowly opened his eyes.
"Zhan… if you're my brother, then just support me."
"…I need a reason," Zhan said, his tone softening. "You can't expect us to follow blindly."
"Fine."
Isamu stood up.
"I'm doing this for two reasons. First—for myself. Second—for the Uchiha."
"I will restore the Uchiha's status from the Warring States era. This war will make me a legend… and lay the foundation for future generations."
His voice was calm—but filled with absolute confidence.
Zhan hesitated.
"But even if we unite both factions… can we really fight all four great villages? Isn't this too early?"
"I won't be bringing those cowards from the Moderate Faction," Isamu said bluntly. "And I already have a way to deal with the villages."
He turned to the others.
"I never act without certainty. I have a ninety percent chance of winning."
Even so, unease remained on their faces.
Zhan sighed.
"Then tell us your plan. Otherwise, no one here will have confidence."
"Alright," Isamu said. "Come outside."
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In the open field—
"Since none of you have confidence," Isamu said coldly, "I'll show you why you should."
"Who wants to step forward?"
The group exchanged glances. No one moved.
His expression darkened.
"The war hasn't even started, and you're already this afraid? Are you even worthy of being called Uchiha?"
"If not, leave now. I don't need cowards."
Silence.
Then—
"I'll do it."
Zhan stepped forward.
Before Isamu could respond, another voice rang out.
"Lord Isamu… I'll do it. I believe in you."
It was the guide ninja—the weakest among them.
Isamu's eyes sharpened slightly.
So it's him…
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Good."
"This is what a true Uchiha should look like."
He looked at the young ninja with approval.
"What's your name?"
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