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

In a dense forest, Kamihane and Madara were swiftly heading northwest towards the Land of Fire.

Their objective was clear, as they had evidently learned the location where Uchiha Hikaru was once sealed.

Madara held a red scroll, precisely the "Warring States' Sealing History," which Kamihane had painstakingly acquired.

"It seems aside from the nameless ones, the Senju and Uzumaki clans have indeed sealed quite a few things…" he remarked while skimming through the scroll as they hurried along.

Kamihane chimed in, the breeze sweeping his black hair into a slicked-back style, "I wonder what your thoughts are, Lord Madara? I find the Paradise Box quite intriguing. According to records, it's a legendary tool of the Sage of Six Paths."

"Trivial matters. True strength lies in one's own power," Madara replied, closing the scroll with a soft snort. "Not just mere tools, but even the power of the Sage of Six Paths is not beyond reach."

"The power of the Sage of Six Paths…" Kamihane murmured, lost in thought.

He knew exactly what Madara was referring to—the combined power of the Senju and Uchiha, embodying the force of their ancestor, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.

"In the basement of the Naka Shrine lies an ancient stone tablet, a cherished heirloom passed down through generations of our clan. It details the method to obtain the Sage of Six Paths' power, but the inscriptions are encrypted—the higher the level of the Sharingan, the more one can decipher."

Madara glanced at him, "You're aware of this, aren't you?"

Kamihane nodded, "After awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan, I had the privilege to examine the tablet."

"It seems you've already figured out how to unlock the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. I must remind you, though your ocular abilities are unique, it's still not the Eternal Eye. Using it carries the risk of blindness and a host of side effects," Madara hinted.

"I understand, Lord Madara," Kamihane replied softly, "When the time is right, I will act."

"Well, no need to belabor the point," Madara smiled, casually inquiring, "How long have you had the Mangekyō?"

"Counting the time, it's been over three years…" Kamihane responded, his gaze distant with reminiscence.

Witnessing the death of his childhood friend, he had accidentally awakened his Sharingan at the tender age of four. Amidst the chaos of war, he was quickly conscripted by the clan.

Given a sword and clad in armor, he was thrust onto the battlefield.

What combat prowess could a four-year-old possess? With the Sharingan, his only advantage was slight agility; survival itself was already a challenge.

He still vividly remembered his first experience on the battlefield.

It was his second encounter with death, starkly different from the first. While illness had claimed his friend, it was swords that took lives on the battlefield.

The ground was smeared with corpses and blood, the air thick with the stench of iron. Cries of slaughter and screams of agony mingled, shattering the very soul.

A fellow clansman gave him a thumbs up, praising his calmness amidst the carnage at such a young age.

Only Kamihane knew he was petrified with fear.

However, that clansman would never learn the truth, for the next day, he, too, became a lifeless corpse.

To survive, one must grow stronger.

War is a meat grinder, and surrounded by slaughter and death, his Sharingan quickly evolved to the Three-Tomoe form.

His parents, kind-hearted and without shinobi talents but proficient in medicine, opened a clinic to pray for their son's safety, offering free treatment to injured clansmen.

Over time, their home became a temporary infirmary for the Uchiha shinobi.

This raised Kamihane's acute concern; he repeatedly warned them of the risks of being entangled in the war.

Yet, their determination was unwavering, and with the clinic's fame spreading, they couldn't turn away the continuous stream of wounded.

A year later, while engaged in battle, Kamihane sensed an ominous premonition, as if some grave event was imminent. He unleashed his full power, swiftly ending the fight, but upon reaching home, he found his parents lifeless and his younger brother, Uchiha Kagami, lying in a pool of blood.

At that moment, negative emotions surged to their peak—boundless rage and regret erupted as he howled skyward, grief-stricken, feeling as if his chest would burst.

Blood veins filled his eyes, an innate coldness permeated his entire being, and it was in this instant that the Mangekyō Sharingan awakened!

Known as the "Eyes that Reflect the Heart," at the moment of the Mangekyō's awakening, ocular abilities are born from the user's intense desires and needs.

Corresponding to his hatred and remorse, "Makorad" and "Ama no Tokotachi" were thus born.

He recklessly activated his ocular powers, attempting to reverse time, but his parents had long passed. However, his brother Uchiha Kagami, right at the critical five-minute mark, miraculously regained consciousness, his wounds fully healed, under the effect of temporal reversal.

Snapping back to reality, Kamihane shook his head, trying to dispel the torrent of tangled thoughts.

Soon, they halted beside a low, rocky outcrop guarded by two shinobi, the Senju clan's crest engraved on the stone wall behind them.

"It seems this is the place."

Madara walked over without the slightest intention of concealing his presence, and Kamihane had no choice but to follow.

"Halt! This is a heavily sealed area. Unauthorized personnel, retreat immediately!"

Kamihane narrowed his eyes slightly. The two men before him had fierce gazes, and their bodies were enveloped in a faint yet discernible murderous aura, clearly having undergone numerous bloody trials.

"Senju and Sarutobi..." He noticed the emblems on the two men and sneered coldly, "So they've sent the ninjas who participated in the battle back then here, huh?"

"He... he is... Uchiha Madara!" The two Konoha ninjas recognized the identity of Madara-sama and were immediately on high alert.

"Madara-sama, these two slaughtered many of our clansmen back then," Kamihane said in a low voice. "We cannot let them go."

"Is that so? Then leave them to you," Madara replied, seemingly unwilling to intervene himself, and casually found a boulder to sit on, as calm and composed as an old sage.

Without any unnecessary words, Kamihane's foot hit the ground, and his figure shot forward like an arrow.

"You damn brat, how dare you look down on us!" the Senju ninja at the front roared, swiftly drawing his long blade.

However, Kamihane instantly activated his Sharingan, the three tomoe transforming into a swirling vortex, seemingly possessing a soul-snatching allure. The ninja merely glanced at it and became deeply entranced, unable to break free.

"Leaf on Autumn Dew!"

Kamihane's right hand gathered chakra, quickly forming a segment of ice-blue light blade, leaving a dazzling trail in the air.

"Idiot, don't look into his eyes!"

At the critical moment, his Sarutobi clan companion yanked him backward. The light blade hissed past, instantly slicing open the man's clothing and leaving a straight blood trail on his skin.

With the first strike missing, Kamihane immediately charged at the other man, thrusting the paper-thin light blade toward his face.

The Sarutobi ninja clearly had extensive combat experience. Facing the Uchiha's Sharingan, he skillfully avoided eye contact, and even without looking at Kamihane's face, he was able to calmly counter the attacks.

But the Sharingan's abilities were not limited to genjutsu; it also enhanced taijutsu.

After just two exchanges, Kamihane had predicted his movements, and the kunai was sliced in half by the chakra blade!

Kamihane spun around, delivering a precise and tricky mid-air kick that landed squarely on the Sarutobi ninja's abdomen.

"Boom!"

The Sarutobi ninja took the blow head-on but used the momentum to create distance. As his body flew backward, he completed his hand seals.

"Fire Release: Great Flame Technique!"

Crimson flames surged forward, painting the entire field of vision red. Kamihane didn't even have time to swing his chakra blade before he was engulfed by the flames.

"Got him!" The Sarutobi ninja's eyes flashed with excitement.

He was about to release his companion from the genjutsu when suddenly, a figure burst out of the flames at an astonishing speed.

"Not good! He's trying to take me down with him!" The Sarutobi ninja was horrified, wanting to dodge but already too late.

Kamihane's entire body was ablaze, his black clothes and hair wreathed in flames and smoke. His cheeks were burned, revealing tender, red flesh, but his eyes were radiant, his pupils now transformed into intricate Mangekyō patterns!

He seemed utterly unfazed by his injuries. Using the Body Flicker Technique in tandem with the "Leaf on Autumn Dew," its blue light tearing through the air, he instantly bisected the terrified Sarutobi ninja!

The ninja let out a horrifying scream, the last scene in his vision being Kamihane's unscathed body.

"How... is this possible..." He couldn't comprehend it, dying with deep resentment.

Kamihane walked over to the Senju ninja, swung the light blade, and cleanly severed his head. A spray of hot blood scattered in the wind.

From the moment he was trapped in the genjutsu, his fate was sealed in defeat.

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