Year 2 of the Hidden Leaf Village.
A man walked alone out of the gates of the Hidden Leaf Village.
He was clad in black, his black hair like a waterfall, carrying a scythe and a war fan on his back. Facing the golden setting sun, his silhouette was proud, yet desolate and lonely.
He was Uchiha Madara.
Three days ago, he lost the Hokage Election. Hashirama Senju overwhelmingly won the position of Hokage.
Reality was completely different from Hashirama's promises. Not only did he not become Hokage, but he was increasingly disliked by the villagers.
He thought that creating the Hidden Leaf Village would bring peace, but in reality, the gap between the Senju and the Uchiha had not disappeared.
The streets of the village were filled with laughter, but all he could feel was unfamiliarity and alienation.
It turned out that everything was just a false fantasy.
From that moment on, he understood that prejudice in people's hearts was a mountain. If there was always a gap, the so-called peace was just a fleeting moment.
Over time, the Uchiha would eventually perish in the superficial peace.
He realized this and called on the Uchiha Clan to leave with him, but... in the vast Clan Territory, not a single clansman was willing to follow him!
Now, he had not only lost his Younger Brother, but also his clansmen, and had completely become a person who was not admired, not recognized, not needed, and even seemed a bit redundant in the village and clan.
The breeze was bleak, the setting sun lonely, his long hair danced lightly in the wind. In a place where no one could see, his eyes were lost, and he was heartbroken.
However, at that moment, a childish and hurried shout suddenly came from behind.
"Madara-sama (Lord Madara)!"
Uchiha Madara paused, the bitterness in his eyes quickly disappeared, and he regained his usual majesty and arrogance.
He turned around and saw a boy chasing after him.
The boy had delicate features, fair skin, wearing the Uchiha's unique High-Collared Clan Robe, his short black hair was neat and tidy, his long eyelashes were slightly docile, and his eyes were as dark as lacquer, clear as jade.
His footsteps were very light. Although the distance was far, he caught up in a few breaths. This was obviously not the speed he should have at his age.
"It's you?" Madara recognized him.
This child was named Uchiha Shin'yu, and he became a Ninja at a young age.
Madara remembered him because Shin'yu had been on the battlefield four years ago, fighting to the end with the Senju Clan, and seemed to have a title of "Godspeed Ghost".
"Lord Madara, it's surprising, I didn't expect you to remember me."
The boy's eyes were very sincere. He stood behind Madara and said, "I am Uchiha Shin'yu, and I am willing to follow you!"
"What!!" Madara's heart trembled slightly, and his pupils quivered. "You are willing... to leave the Hidden Leaf Village with me?"
Shin'yu bowed respectfully and said sincerely, "Yes! I am different from those stupid clansmen, and I am willing to leave with you!"
Madara's mood suddenly became a little complicated. He scanned Shin'yu up and down, and after a long silence, he suddenly snorted coldly.
"Hmph, are you here to pity me?"
Uchiha Madara turned his head back, giving Shin'yu the back of his head.
"Let's go back. Although I'm no longer your Clan Head, I, Uchiha Madara... don't need anyone's pity!"
"Uh, pity?" Shin'yu tilted his head, puzzled.
But he immediately noticed that although Madara was telling him to leave, his body remained standing there, without even shifting his feet.
What's this? Deep down, he still hopes I'll go with him... Understanding flashed in Shin'yu's eyes.
Uchiha, always so stubbornly proud.
He immediately said, "Lord Madara, I really want to leave Hidden Leaf Village. There's no point in staying here any longer."
"Why?" Madara asked without turning his head.
Hearing this question, Shin'yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. When Madara told him to go back without explanation, his heart had indeed skipped a beat.
After all, he really... didn't want to go back.
He was a transmigrator, and of the purest, in-the-womb variety.
He was born five years before the founding of Hidden Leaf Village, at the end of the Warring States Period, when the Senju and Uchiha were still fighting.
Later, the two clans reconciled and Hidden Leaf Village was established, but how could he, who knew the plot so well, not know the future of the Uchiha?
What's more...
A trace of resentment flashed across Shin'yu's youthful face. "The Senju Clan slaughtered my parents. They weren't even ninja; they were just helping injured clansmen... but the Senju still cruelly murdered them!"
He said in a deep voice, "I can never let go of this hatred, no matter how long it takes!"
Madara nodded. "It seems you and I share the same pain, but that's not a reason for me to take you away. I remember you have a younger brother, right?"
"I do, but that foolish thing has already been brainwashed by the Senju, only wanting to dedicate himself to the so-called Will of Fire, completely forgetting the hatred, shaking hands with the enemy, how laughable!" Shin'yu's face was desolate, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "Uchiha Kagami, he betrayed me and is no longer my younger brother!"
Uchiha Madara's gaze flickered, and he fell silent, clearly touched by his words.
Shin'yu stared at his back. "Ever since you lost the Hokage Election, I've understood that if even you can't become Hokage, then who among the Uchiha can stand up?"
"This is all a false peace bought with our compromises, but those pathetic clansmen actually believe Hidden Leaf Village will accept them?"
"Like Kagami, they've all been softened, like frogs being boiled in warm water, waiting for them is only a slow death!"
Each word pierced the heart, but Madara remained silent, yet Shin'yu clearly saw his body trembling slightly.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Shin'yu immediately unleashed his trump card: "Living there, watching one ignorant clansman after another, sometimes I even forget who I am. My capacity has already been completely disappointed in this boring and foolish clan..."
This time, Uchiha Madara was finally moved.
He raised his eyes to the sky and let out a long breath.
Although Shin'yu couldn't see his expression, the twilight cast down, and that figure was equally lonely and desolate.
The young man's accusations, full of anger and helplessness, struck his heart, and Uchiha Madara felt a sense of loss, even a feeling of "misery loves company."
Shin'yu also understood that these words of his would not be recognized by anyone, but for Madara at this moment, the lethality was fatal.
"I don't need weak followers," Uchiha Madara said, his tone arrogant.
Shin'yu smiled, closing his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his originally jet-black eyes had become blood-red and eerie, each with three jet-black tomoe spinning around the pupils.
"Oh? This is the aura of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan..."
Uchiha Madara finally turned his head, a little interest piqued. "No wonder you can go to the battlefield at such a young age. So your eyes have already developed to this extent."
He crossed his arms. "At this level, you are qualified to follow me..."
Shin'yu's lips curled up slightly, and a red light bloomed in his lustrous pupils. The three tomoe swirled around each other, spreading and growing, instantly forming a gorgeous Mangekyo pattern.
Shaped like gears, yet also like a magic circle, symbolizing a kind of cycle and harmony, the pattern was exquisite and beautiful, like a flawless work of art.
"You actually awakened... the Mangekyo Sharingan!" Madara seemed to choke for a moment, his expression instantly turning serious.
His voice was slightly surprised. Even he couldn't maintain his composure when he saw these eyes.
Because this almost represented the pinnacle that a member of the Uchiha Clan could reach!
"What... have you experienced?"
In history, only a handful of clansmen had evolved to the Mangekyo. Madara himself had only seen two pairs.
But now, this third pair of Mangekyo appeared on a boy. Although his Eye Power was far inferior to his own, it was restrained and calm as water, truly a good seed!
Shin'yu's future... was full of infinite possibilities!
"A similar situation to mine, a Resonance of Fate, and this Mangekyo..." Madara instantly appeared in front of Shin'yu, a hint of excitement appearing in his eyes. "If it's you, you might really be able to carry out my Will!"
In fact, after Shin'yu said that he was completely disappointed in the Uchiha, Madara had already decided to take him away, but he never expected that there would be such a pleasant surprise!
"The real Uchiha will never succumb to false peace. Only those who have awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan can see the essence of the world, because they have tasted the most unforgettable pain and despair in this world!"
Madara suppressed the excitement in his heart, staring intently at Shin'yu's eyes, because the thing he was most curious about now was:
"What is your Mangekyo's ability?"
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