Start with the Mangekyo Sharingan: Follow Lord Madara out of Konoha

Year 2 of Konoha.

A man stepped out of the gates of Konoha Village alone.

Clad in black, his long, flowing hair cascaded down his back. He carried a sickle and a fan, walking towards the golden sunset. His figure was proud, yet tinged with a sense of desolation and loneliness.

He was Uchiha Madara.

Three days ago, he had lost the election for Hokage. Hashirama Senju had won by an overwhelming majority, ascending to the position of Hokage.

Reality was completely different from what Hashirama had promised. Not only had Madara failed to become Hokage, but he was also increasingly shunned by the villagers.

He had thought that founding Konoha would bring peace, but in reality, the rift between the Senju and Uchiha clans had not disappeared.

The streets of the village were filled with laughter and joy, but all he could feel was alienation and distance.

It turned out that everything had been nothing but an illusion.

From this moment on, he understood that the prejudices in people's hearts were like a mountain. As long as the rift existed, so-called peace would be nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

If this continued, the Uchiha clan would inevitably perish in the facade of peace.

He realized this and called upon the Uchiha clan to leave with him, but... in the vast clan territory, not a single member was willing to follow him!

Now, he had not only lost his brother but also his clan. He had become a man who was no longer admired, recognized, or needed—someone who was even slightly redundant in both the village and the clan.

The cold wind blew, and the setting sun cast a lonely glow. His long hair danced in the wind, and in a place where no one could see, his eyes were filled with loss and sorrow.

However, at that very moment, a young and urgent voice called out from behind.

"Madara-sama!"

Uchiha Madara paused, the bitterness in his eyes quickly hidden, replaced by his usual cold and authoritative demeanor.

He turned around and saw a boy running towards him.

The boy had delicate features, fair skin, and wore the high-collared clan attire of the Uchiha. His short black hair was neat, and his long eyelashes gave him a gentle appearance. His eyes were as clear as jade, with a deep, ink-like hue.

His steps were light, and despite the distance, he caught up in just a few breaths—a speed that was unusual for someone his age.

"It's you?" Madara recognized him.

The boy's name was Uchiha Kamihane, and he had become a ninja at a young age.

Madara remembered him because, four years ago, Kamihane had been on the battlefield, fighting the Senju clan to the end. He was even known by the title "Phantom of Speed."

"Madara-sama, I'm surprised you still remember me," the boy said sincerely, standing behind Madara. "I am Uchiha Kamihane, and I wish to follow you!"

"What?!" Madara's heart stirred slightly, his pupils trembling. "You're willing... to leave Konoha with me?"

Kamihane bowed respectfully, his words earnest. "Yes! Unlike those foolish clan members, I am willing to leave with you!"

Madara's emotions became complex. He scrutinized Kamihane up and down, remaining silent for a long time before finally letting out a cold snort.

"Hmph, are you here to pity me?"

Uchiha Madara turned his head away, giving Kamihane the back of his head.

"Go back. Even though I am no longer your clan leader, I, Uchiha Madara... do not need anyone's pity!"

"Pity?" Kamihane tilted his head in confusion.

But he quickly noticed that although Madara was verbally dismissing him, his body remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

So, deep down, you still want me to come with you... Kamihane's eyes flashed with understanding.

Typical Uchiha pride.

He immediately said, "Madara-sama, I truly want to leave Konoha. Staying here no longer holds any meaning for me."

"Why?" Madara asked without turning around.

Hearing this question, Kamihane finally breathed a sigh of relief. When Madara had abruptly told him to leave, he had indeed felt a pang of worry.

After all, he really... didn't want to go back.

He was a transmigrator, and a pure one at that.

He had been born five years before the founding of Konoha, during the final years of the Warring States period, when the Senju and Uchiha clans were still locked in battle.

Later, the two clans reconciled, and Konoha was established. But knowing the future of the Uchiha clan, how could he not be aware of what was to come?

Moreover...

A trace of hatred flashed across Kamihane's youthful face. "The Senju clan slaughtered my parents. They weren't even ninjas; they were just helping injured clan members... yet the Senju killed them mercilessly!"

He spoke in a low voice, "This hatred is something I can never let go of, no matter how much time passes."

Madara nodded. "It seems we share the same pain, but that's not enough reason for me to take you with me. I remember you have a younger brother, don't you?"

"I do, but that fool has been brainwashed by the Senju. He's completely devoted to the so-called Will of Fire, forgetting all about our hatred, shaking hands with our enemies. How laughable!" Kamihane's face was filled with bitterness, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "Uchiha Kagami has betrayed me. He is no longer my brother."

Uchiha Madara's gaze drifted, falling into silence, clearly moved by Kamihane's words.

Kamihane stared at Madara's back. "Since you lost the Hokage election, I've come to understand that if even you can't become Hokage, who in the Uchiha clan can stand up for us?"

"This so-called peace was achieved through our compromises, but those pitiful clan members actually believe Konoha will accept them?"

"Like Kagami, they've all been softened, like frogs in slowly boiling water. What awaits them is nothing but a slow death!"

Every word struck a chord, and Madara remained silent, but Kamihane could clearly see that his body was trembling slightly.

Seeing the timing was right, Kamihane played his final card: "Living there, watching those ignorant clan members, sometimes I even forget who I am. My patience with this foolish clan... has completely run out."

At this, Uchiha Madara was finally moved.

He looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

Though Kamihane couldn't see his expression, the twilight cast a lonely and desolate shadow over his figure.

The boy's resentful and helpless accusations had struck a chord in Madara's heart. He felt a sense of loss, as if they were both kindred spirits adrift in the world.

Kamihane also knew that his words wouldn't gain anyone's approval, but for Madara at this moment, they were devastating.

"I don't need weak followers," Uchiha Madara said, his tone haughty.

Kamihane smiled, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, his once black eyes had turned a deep, blood-red, with three black tomoe spinning around his pupils.

"Oh? The aura of the Three Tomoe Sharingan..."

Uchiha Madara finally turned around, showing a hint of interest. "No wonder you were able to fight on the battlefield at such a young age. So your eyes have already developed to this level."

He crossed his arms. "At this level, you might just have the qualifications to follow me..."

Kamihane's lips curled slightly, and his luminous pupils glowed red. The three tomoe spun and intertwined, rapidly forming the intricate pattern of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

The design resembled a gear or a magic circle, symbolizing a cycle and balance. The pattern was exquisite and beautiful, like a flawless piece of art.

"You've awakened... the Mangekyō Sharingan!" Madara seemed momentarily stunned, his expression instantly turning serious.

His voice carried a hint of surprise. Even he couldn't remain calm upon seeing these eyes.

Because this almost represented the pinnacle of what an Uchiha clan member could achieve!

"What exactly... have you been through?"

In history, only a handful of Uchiha had evolved their Sharingan to the Mangekyō level. Madara himself had only seen two pairs.

But now, this third pair of Mangekyō Sharingan had appeared on a boy. Although his ocular power was far inferior to Madara's, it was restrained and calm, like still water. He was undoubtedly a promising talent!

Kamihane's future... was filled with infinite possibilities!

"Similar circumstances, a resonance of fate, and these Mangekyō Sharingan..." Madara appeared in front of Kamihane in an instant, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "If it's you, perhaps you can truly carry out my will!"

In truth, after Kamihane had expressed his complete disillusionment with the Uchiha clan, Madara had already decided to take him along. But he never expected there would be such a pleasant surprise!

"A true Uchiha would never submit to a false peace. Only those who awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan can see the true nature of the world, for they have experienced the most soul-crushing pain and despair!"

Madara suppressed his excitement, his gaze fixed intently on Kamihane's eyes. What he was most curious about now was:

"What is the ability of your Mangekyō?"

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