Chapter 57 You Can't Be Madara (Three-in-One...)
The change in surroundings from the sleeping quarters to the gate of the Uchiha clan compound happened in the blink of an eye.
The very next second after the spatial shift, a clear stream of information, like a pre-programmed sequence, poured into Yan Sheng's mind, instantly making him understand the cause and effect.
His transmigration was a high-stakes gamble undertaken by the planet's consciousness when it was on the verge of despair, using its primordial power.
—Planetary consciousness cannot directly interfere with the details of how things work in the world, especially when the threat of the Otsutsuki hangs like the Sword of Damocles. It needs an "agent".
Yan Sheng, a soul from another world, gave Him hope, and that's why He chose him.
Specifically, it wasn't just Yan Sheng, but another person who was with Yan Sheng.
Therefore, the planetary consciousness's actions were not only to help Yan Sheng, but also to save itself.
As for this time travel, it was to allow Yan Sheng to accumulate merit.
The complex cause-and-effect relationships were difficult for Yan Sheng to fully comprehend at the moment. He couldn't understand why changing one thing, saving one person, or even just helping one person... could bring such immense merit.
Keep in mind that even with all the changes he's made to the world (unifying five kingdoms and improving people's livelihoods in the incomplete version), he's only earned a few million merits so far.
However, if he were to follow the "mission" instilled in him by the world's consciousness, and be asked to help someone, save someone, or change someone... he would be guaranteed to receive at least hundreds of millions of merits.
It's no exaggeration to say that this is far too exaggerated.
However, if the purpose of doing these things is to prevent the destruction of the future world and nip the cause in the bud, then it makes sense.
Anyway, that's how he explained it in the extra information that appeared in his mind.
Therefore, his goal for this time travel is clear: to change a huge tragedy that is about to happen, or is happening now.
The cause, course, and main figures of this tragedy are marked in the "information package":
Title of the tragedy: The Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre
Direct trigger/Destroyer of the future world: Uchiha Sasuke (the only survivor besides the perpetrators of the clan massacre).
Perpetrator: Itachi Uchiha (Sasuke's older brother, who personally slaughtered his entire clan)
However, when Yan Sheng's gaze pierced through the night and landed on the boy who was covered in blood and whose eyes had just changed from extreme pain to absolute coldness, his feelings could be summed up with a period.
...This kid? Yan Sheng didn't believe it.
First of all, he's too young. He's probably only twelve or thirteen years old.
It's not that Yen Sheng looks down on children; he himself was around that age when he first started to make a name for himself.
But to exterminate a clan, especially a powerful clan like the Uchiha, to do so so "quietly" in such a short time—was Konoha blind? Or were all the people of Konoha dead?
Secondly, he observed Itachi Uchiha's power. Although it had great potential, it was clearly not yet capable of carrying out such a large-scale, efficient, and perfectly concealed massacre.
He doesn't believe that no one helped him behind the scenes.
Moreover, there's a crucial question: such a horrific massacre occurred within the village—were the Anbu, the guards, and even the Hokage's direct sentries all blind and deaf? Unless...
The most likely explanation is that it was intentional. It's even possible that the Konoha leadership played some role in this massacre, at least tacitly approving or even participating in it.
Yan Sheng gently tapped his thigh with his naturally drooping fingers.
He had experienced countless instances of political corruption, the killing of dogs after the hunt, and the discarding of bows after the birds were gone; such things were nothing new to him.
Yan Sheng spent only two or three seconds on all the above analysis and deductions.
As for the rest, the information package wasn't provided; the specific details and the conspiracy behind it require his investigation.
Right now, the most urgent thing is to prevent the tragedy from escalating further—although judging from the horrific scene, it's too late to stop the extermination of the clan, as most of the Uchiha clan members have already perished.
Gathering his thoughts, Yan Sheng looked past Uchiha Itachi and into the depths of this strange yet familiar clan territory, in the direction of Uchiha Sasuke, the one who would one day destroy the world.
You asked how Yan Sheng knew the exact location?
The world's consciousness was very considerate, pointing out a giant golden arrow that only Yan Sheng could see. As long as Yan Sheng wasn't blind, even if he was severely nearsighted, he could see it.
However, he doesn't plan to go find Sasuke right away.
With a thought, Yan Sheng vanished from his spot. The next second, he appeared behind Uchiha Itachi, who was preparing to go find his younger brother, and easily lifted him up by the collar, as if he were a small, weak animal.
—It is worth mentioning that Yan Sheng's previous concerns were unfounded.
Although he was physically weak in this life, he still grew to 1.9 meters tall, 10 centimeters taller than Madara Uchiha. This meant that Madara had to look up slightly when looking at him.
Yan Sheng: Satisfied.jpg
***
Lifted off the ground like a kitten, Itachi Uchiha was overwhelmed with immense horror as he tried to resist in vain.
He could feel the unfathomable power emanating from the person behind him. So strong! Who was it? An unfamiliar voice... the person must be very tall... he had definitely never seen them before.
Was he a stranger from outside the village? Itachi Uchiha's thoughts raced.
"Who...are you?" Itachi managed to squeeze out the question, his voice hoarse from the tight collar and filled with undisguised wariness.
He tried to activate his Mangekyou Sharingan to see if he could catch a weakness in his opponent, but under that invisible pressure, even the flow of his eye power became sluggish.
Yan Sheng did not answer this irrelevant question. He raised the weasel a little higher, so that its feet were completely off the ground, and patiently asked again in a flat tone that revealed neither joy nor anger: "Answer me, why did you exterminate your clan?"
Itachi Uchiha's heart skipped a beat. Was this the other party's goal? But he couldn't figure out the mysterious powerful figure's stance.
Whether it was an old acquaintance of the Uchiha clan, a third-party force coveting the Sharingan, or someone else entirely, it's impossible to say for sure. The truth about the massacre—the dark deal with the Konoha leadership, the plan to bear the stigma of protecting his younger brother—must never be revealed.
In a flash, Itachi forced himself to calm down. He needed to come up with an excuse that was crazy enough to fit the "Uchiha genius" persona and that could temporarily confuse the public.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only indifference remained in his Kaleidoscope Sharingan eyes. He said in a flat tone, "In order to... measure my capacity."
This was the excuse he planned to use to tell his younger brother later.
However, after his initial disbelief, Sasuke might have no choice but to painfully believe it, but now he is facing Uchiha Kokushibo.
Putting aside how absurd and naive this reason sounds to Yan Sheng—to slaughter an entire clan just to test the size? What kind of twisted and stupid mind would that be?
More importantly, what kind of person is Yan Sheng? He has been in power for many years. Putting aside his experience in his previous life, he has dealt with the most cunning politicians and maneuvered among the five major powers in this life... What kind of conspiracies and high-sounding excuses hasn't he seen?
So, almost the instant Itachi finished speaking, Yan Sheng issued a cold pronouncement: "Lying."
Those two simple words struck Itachi's heart like a heavy hammer.
“Children who like to lie usually don’t have a good ending. I mean…children who lie to me.” Yan Sheng’s tone remained calm, but the certainty and unquestionable tone made Itachi stiffen, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He felt that all his pretense was useless in front of the other party.
Itachi's heart sank. His eyes darted around, trying to find the figure wearing the spiral mask—Where was Madara Uchiha?
But he was disappointed. All he could see were the corpses of his clansmen and the deathly silent streets. The masked man who called himself Uchiha Madara was nowhere to be found.
Yan Sheng naturally noticed Itachi's subtle movements. He shook the hand holding Itachi by the collar, as if weighing an object, with a casual scrutiny: "Who are you looking for? Your accomplice?"
Without giving Itachi time to think, he continued, "Perfect timing, I was just about to ask—are you from Konoha?"
These words struck Itachi Uchiha like a thunderclap. He abruptly raised his head, the fleeting shock on his face and the violent contraction of his pupils betraying his inner terror.
How could he know?! Did he overhear my conversation with Danzo and that masked man?! No, impossible!
Yan Sheng took in Itachi's reaction and had his answer. He no longer needed Itachi's "confession"; the other's body language and fleeting emotional fluctuations had already given him enough information.
This genocide was indeed not a simple family feud or individual madness.
The shadow of Konoha was clearly projected onto this pool of blood.
"It seems I guessed right." This truth, though shocking, was something Yan Sheng had seen many times before, so he remained calm. "What role did Konoha play in all of this?"
Uchiha Itachi: "..."
Uchiha Itachi's silence, in Yan Sheng's eyes, was not an impenetrable defense, but rather a silent confirmation. With Yan Sheng's experience and insight, combined with the situation at the scene and Itachi's previous reactions, he had already guessed most of the truth.
It's nothing more than power struggles and political darkness. For the sake of the so-called "big picture" or the private interests of certain people, a disobedient family is sacrificed, and then a "genius madman" is pushed out to take all the blame. This is not uncommon.
It's fair to say they care about their reputation, but not entirely. After all, anyone with a modicum of political intelligence can see through it, it's just that everyone tacitly agrees.
On the other side.
The scenario that Itachi Uchiha had anticipated—such as torture—did not occur when he didn't answer, did not happen. From this, Itachi realized that the mysterious man wasn't actually fixated on his answer, or rather, that he already knew something.
But the other party showed no intention of letting him go.
The next second, Itachi Uchiha felt his body lighten, and then he was lifted into the air by an invisible force. The surrounding scenery blurred and rushed past in his vision.
The wind whistled past my ears, and the strong smell of blood was quickly left behind.
Itachi Uchiha was filled with doubt and suspicion. Where was this person going to take him?
Good news: The doubts didn't last long.
Bad news: When the familiar street scene, the old tree he used to climb as a child, and the path leading to his back door came into view, Itachi Uchiha's expression suddenly changed drastically.
This direction... is the direction of his home!
—Sasuke!
A thought that terrified him suddenly exploded into his mind.
Is the mysterious man's target his brother?
Fear and worry erupted like magma, instantly shattering the calm shell that Itachi Uchiha had been trying so hard to maintain. A cold and pure killing intent leaked uncontrollably from his body.
He was too hasty. Sasuke was the sole core of all his plans and sacrifices; he could not afford to lose him.
This level of killing intent was nothing to Yan Sheng, who had experienced countless battlefields and witnessed real mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was like a gentle breeze.
However, given Itachi's previous behavior, this sudden emotional fluctuation still caused Yan Sheng to turn his head slightly and glance at him indifferently.
—Uchiha Itachi truly lived up to his reputation as a genius; his reaction was incredibly swift. The instant Yan Sheng's gaze swept over him, he immediately realized he had made a fatal mistake: in the face of an absolute power disparity, any display of emotion would be unwise.
He forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, immediately restraining all outward feelings, even his eyes returned to their previous coldness and emptiness, as if that trace of uncontrolled killing intent had never existed.
In fact, Itachi Uchiha awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan even earlier than Madara Uchiha.
However, this wasn't entirely due to a difference in talent; it stemmed more from the immense and brutal pressure he endured compared to Madara's youth. Furthermore, his mind was more delicate and sensitive than Madara's, making him more vulnerable to hurt.
In addition, not long ago, his close friend and mentor, Uchiha Shisui, died in front of him in such a tragic way, which gave him an extreme shock.
Immediately afterwards, the conflict between the clan and the village intensified completely. Some members of one side plotted a rebellion, while the higher-ups of the other side had long regarded the Uchiha as a thorn in their side and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible.
The two torrents collided violently, and could not be quelled unless one was completely destroyed. All of this weighed heavily on his young shoulders, ultimately pushing him to the brink of despair and catalyzing the awakening of the Kaleidoscope.
The outcome of their struggle has also emerged.
Clearly, between his clan and the village, Itachi Uchiha ultimately chose the village. He accepted the cruel mission, attempting to preserve what he understood as "righteousness" and his most cherished younger brother through self-destruction.
As Itachi Uchiha's mind raced, contemplating possible ways to save his brother, even at the cost of dying alongside the mysterious man before him, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through his eyes.
The side effects of overuse of the Mangekyou Sharingan and extreme emotional fluctuations began to appear.
Physical discomfort, coupled with worry about his younger brother's safety, caused Itachi Uchiha to be in extremely poor condition. His face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
Just as he was torn between his inner conflict and suffering, his high-speed movement came to an abrupt halt.
The mysterious man stopped.
He stopped in front of a mansion that was more imposing than the surrounding buildings, with the Uchiha clan crest on the door.
This mansion is the home of the Uchiha clan chief.
It was also Itachi Uchiha's former home.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Sheng used his other free hand to push open the deliberately unlocked door, and as if returning to his own home, he carried the tense and despondent Uchiha Itachi straight inside.
***
For seven-year-old Uchiha Sasuke, everything was perfectly normal when he woke up this morning.
Sunlight streamed through the window onto the tatami mats. His mother gently urged him to get up and have breakfast, while his father sat silently in the main seat reading the newspaper. Before he left, his father said, "Be careful on the road."
...Everything was just like countless other mornings before—plain, warm, and with the Uchiha clan's usual restraint.
During the day at school, everything was as usual.
When the school bell rang in the afternoon, he walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back and saw the figure leaning against the wall in the uniform of the Dark Guard. His little face instantly lit up with surprise.
It's my older brother!
For Sasuke, who has been busy with missions lately and has had little time to spend with his brother, the fact that his brother came to pick him up from school today was a pleasant surprise.
On the way home, Sasuke chirped and chattered around his brother like a happy little bird.
He couldn't wait to recount the funny things that happened during the day: which classmate made a fool of himself, the teacher taught him a new skill... and there were also some minor things that bothered him, such as not understanding some of the theoretical lessons, and girls always talking to him, etc.
The older brother listened quietly, occasionally nodding or giving a brief reply, a faint smile playing on his lips.
In Sasuke's eyes, everything was exactly the same as his usual gentle and reliable older brother.
...No, actually there might still be some differences.
His brother's eyes were deeper than usual, carrying a hint of imperceptible weariness and heaviness; the way he stroked his hair was more reluctant and lingering than before; he remained silent for longer than usual... But Sasuke, immersed in joy, overlooked all these subtle differences.
He was so happy that he couldn't see the volcano about to erupt hidden beneath the familiar surface.
Halfway there, the older brother suddenly stopped and said to Sasuke, "Sasuke, let's go to the training grounds. Today, I'll teach you a new shuriken technique, how about it?"
"Really?!" Sasuke's eyes lit up instantly, and he answered loudly without hesitation, "Okay!"
However, instead of taking him to the usual training ground within the clan's territory, his brother led him to a secluded training ground on the edge of the village.
This place is quite a distance from the Uchiha clan's territory, and few villagers come here to practice, so it is exceptionally quiet.
Although Sasuke was somewhat puzzled as to why he was here, his trust in his brother outweighed everything. He enthusiastically practiced the new techniques his brother had taught him, his small figure working hard and sweating under the setting sun.
Midway through, the older brother suddenly stood up and said to Sasuke, "Sasuke, I have something urgent to attend to and I'll be leaving for a bit. You continue practicing and don't wander off. I'll come find you later."
Sasuke had no doubts and obediently nodded: "Yes!"
Watching his brother's figure disappear into the depths of the forest, Sasuke turned around and began practicing even more diligently.
"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!" He imagined his brother's surprised and approving expression when he came back and saw how quickly he had improved.
Time passed second by second.
As the sun completely sank below the horizon, night fell, and stars dotted the sky. The area around the practice field grew increasingly dark, with only the cool moonlight providing a faint illumination.
My brother... hasn't come back yet.
Sasuke began to feel uneasy. He stopped practicing, sat on a nearby rock, and craned his neck to look in the direction his brother had left.
Some time passed, and the night grew deeper.
Something's not right.
Sasuke's unease grew.
He knew his brother; his brother wasn't the type to break his promise. Even if something extremely urgent and troublesome prevented him from coming, his brother would definitely find a way to notify someone and have them call him home. He would never leave him waiting here alone so late.
An ominous thought uncontrollably crept into his little head: Had something happened to his brother?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He could no longer wait, jumped off the rock, and ran towards the Uchiha clan's territory.
In his mind, the first thing to do when something happens is to turn to his parents.
The night wind brushed against his cheeks, carrying a chill. He ran until he was out of breath, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as if it were about to explode.
However, when he finally ran back to his tribe's territory and stepped into the familiar streets, he was inexplicably even more afraid.
Quiet.
...The clan's territory was unusually quiet tonight.
There were no footsteps of patrolling tribesmen, no television or conversations from neighbors, and not even the barking of dogs.
A deathly silence enveloped the entire tribe's territory. A faint, lingering smell of rust—the stench of blood—seemed to drift in the air.
Sasuke's face turned deathly pale. He trembled and ran a little further inside.
Then, he saw the kind-smiling aunt who usually sold tricolor dumplings on the street corner lying motionless in a pool of blood, her dumpling stall scattered all over the ground, covered with dark red stains.
Her eyes were wide open, devoid of any light.
The unease turned into a cold reality, crashing down on Sasuke's heart.
Sasuke is now worried not only about his brother's safety, but also about his parents. Has something happened to them too?
In desperation, adrenaline surged, and Sasuke burst into even greater speed, sprinting towards home like a small cannonball. Fear drove him, his lungs burning, but he dared not stop.
He ran himself ragged and breathless until he finally arrived at his doorstep. He pushed open the unlocked door and rushed inside.
"Dad! Mom! Brother!" he cried out, searching room by room.
The living room is empty.
The parents' bedroom was empty.
My brother's room is empty.
We couldn't find anyone in any of the rooms.
Finally, he arrived at the tea room at the very end of the corridor. This was the last room in the house.
Standing in front of the tightly closed sliding door of the tea room, Sasuke's heart was pounding in his throat.
That ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled tightly around him. He vaguely guessed what might be behind the door, but he refused to admit it, shaking his head desperately, trying to shake off that terrible thought.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, but it was no use. His small hands trembled and remained on the cold door for a long, long time.
Finally, he closed his eyes, mustered all his strength, and yanked the door open—
......
......
He witnessed a scene he would never forget.
Under the dim light, his parents lay in a pool of blood.
The two held hands tightly, as if in the final moments of their lives, they were still giving each other strength and comfort.
There was no pain or fear on Mother's face; instead, there was a gentle smile, as if she had simply fallen into a peaceful sleep. Father, as always, remained calm, showing no pain or other expression.
The room was clean and there were no signs of fighting or resistance.
They were either killed instantly by the killer's overwhelming power, so fast that they didn't even realize it, or...
Judging from the way they held hands and the expressions on their faces, it seemed as if they had willingly accepted death.
However, Sasuke is currently overwhelmed by immense grief and fear, making it impossible for him to calmly analyze these details.
He stood frozen in the doorway, his small body seemingly oblivious. His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, unable to comprehend the horrific scene before him that defied his comprehension.
After a few seconds of deathly silence.
"Ahhhhhh!"
A piercing scream that seemed to tear the night sky apart erupted from Uchiha Sasuke's throat.
He's going crazy.
He's going crazy.
Why would this happen? Is he dreaming? Yes... he must be dreaming!
Sasuke, like a puppet on a string, his mind blank, stumbled unsteadily to his parents' side and collapsed to his knees in the still-warm pool of blood. His trembling little hand, carrying the last glimmer of hope, cautiously reached out to his mother's cheek.
What you touch is no longer the warm skin of the past, but a kind of stiff, cold that makes your heart tremble.
That real, lifeless touch, like a sharp icicle, pierced through the "dream" barrier that Sasuke had constructed for himself.
He refused to believe it and pinched his arm hard with his other hand.
A clear, sharp pain shot through my arm instantly, and bluish-purple finger marks immediately appeared on my arm.
pain...
It hurts so much...
Why does it hurt so much?
Why can't I wake up from this dream?!
Overwhelmed by panic and the collapse of his understanding, Sasuke trembled violently, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam, leaving a trail of tears.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only a hoarse, dying sob escaped his throat.
Just then, Yan Sheng carried Uchiha Itachi in as if he were entering his own backyard.
The scene before my eyes was completely visible.
A young child kneeling in a pool of blood, trembling all over, on the verge of collapse.
And the bodies of the couple who held hands as they faced death, their expressions serene.
When Itachi Uchiha, who was being held in Yan Sheng's hands, saw his younger brother's distraught and extremely distressed appearance, his heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand, and a look of heartache and pain flashed across his face uncontrollably.
His hands twitched spasmodically twice, his nails digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp, tangible pain.
Perhaps for a fleeting moment, he considered telling the truth.
But in the end, reason prevailed over emotion. He clenched his fist tightly, using the pain to force himself to calm down.
Sasuke would do this... He had expected it long ago.
When he decided to accept that mission, he had rehearsed this scene in his mind countless times. He knew his brother would be in pain, would break down, and would hate him to the core.
This was a part of his plan that he had to endure; it was the thorny path he had chosen for his brother, the only way he could possibly survive.
There were some things he had to do.
I'm sorry... Sasuke.
He silently repented in his heart, the deep sorrow like thick ink, fleeting in his eyes.
Immediately, all his emotions were forcibly suppressed, like the hardest ice covering boiling magma. His face returned to its placid calm, showing not a trace of emotion, as if the suffering child before him had nothing to do with him.
Sasuke Uchiha was completely absorbed in his grief and was unaware of the two figures that had quietly appeared behind him.
Until, a deep, indifferent male voice abruptly broke the desolate sorrow and entered his ears:
How tragic.
Those four simple words were like a cold key, prying open Sasuke's closed senses. The boy froze, his mournful cry abruptly stopped, and he whirled around—
I saw that tall figure standing at the door, carrying his brother, like a god or demon.
***
To be fair, both of Yan Sheng's incarnations were very handsome.
Whether it was his cold and aloof samurai demeanor as Kokushikatsu, or his exquisitely sculpted features as an Uchiha ninja, he was absolutely stunning.
It's definitely not scary; in fact, its unique charm and extraordinary good looks easily attract the attention of others—after all, it's human nature to yearn for beautiful things.
However, the situation is special.
Firstly, there was Yan Sheng's exceptionally tall stature.
His towering 1.9-meter frame, in a place where the average height is no more than 1.7 meters, especially when facing a seven-year-old child, creates an intimidating atmosphere.
The current indoor space is also cramped, making it even more suffocating.
Secondly, and most importantly, was his unrestrained and tangible powerful aura.
A comparison with Hashirama Senju, who also stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world, makes this clear. Hashirama also possessed world-destroying power, and his chakra reserves were terrifying. However, he was born with an affinity that carefully concealed the sharpness and aura of a powerful figure, like hiding a blade in a simple sheath, showing the world mostly sunshine and gentleness.
Let's not even talk about Madara Uchiha.
Yan Sheng was just like Uchiha Madara, or even more arrogant.
He didn't care whether others feared him. Or rather, deep in his mind, it was only natural and normal for the weak to fear the strong and for ordinary people to revere those in control. He didn't need to, and was too lazy to, bother to, conceal his power.
That aura of absolute power, refined through two lifetimes, was like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, its cold light sharp and its edge fully revealed, enough to make any person with a weak mind tremble when they approach it.
Now, in this tea room filled with bloodshed and sorrow, in a completely inappropriate setting, all these factors combined, along with his highly misleading action of carrying Uchiha Itachi...
In Sasuke's eyes, which had been completely broken down and consumed by hatred, the answer naturally pointed to a completely wrong process and a completely wrong conclusion: this terrible stranger was the culprit who killed his parents!
"Ah—! I'm going to kill you!!"
With a roar mixed with sobs, hatred, and despair, Sasuke, like a small animal driven to the brink, didn't think twice. He mobilized his chakra, grabbed a kunai from his ninja tool bag, and charged directly at Yan Sheng.
Faced with this moth-to-a-flame attack, Yan Sheng didn't even lift his eyelids.
Even though he was holding Uchiha Itachi with one hand and couldn't free up his other hand, he still had his other hand.
However, even if Sasuke used both hands, given the vast difference in their strength, Sasuke would have absolutely no chance of harming Yan Sheng in the slightest.
However, Yan Sheng did not choose to slap Sasuke away or use a more violent method to stop him.
He appreciates promising younger generations.
Although Sasuke is young, the fierce determination he displayed in the face of adversity, even if it was weak, and the "potential to destroy the world in the future" mentioned in the planetary consciousness information, all demonstrate that this child has extremely high growth potential and malleability.
Of course, Yan Sheng's appreciation was all on the premise that it did not involve or hinder his pursuit of "merit" and "dreams".
And one must not go against what he does.
Within this framework, Yen Sheng was still quite tolerant.
But Itachi Uchiha didn't know that. Seeing his younger brother rushing towards him recklessly, he couldn't help but cry out, "Sasuke! No!"
But Sasuke was no longer listening to anything.
The kunai in the boy's hand was about to touch her.
Yan Sheng did not use any ninjutsu or release any killing intent. His movements were even described as "gentle"—he simply turned slightly to avoid the harmless kunai thrust, then stretched out his free hand and, just as he had lifted Itachi before, easily grabbed Sasuke by the collar of his neck. With a little force, he lifted the little dumpling off the ground as well.
Now, the two brothers, one on the left and one on the right, are like two kittens with their fates choked by the scruff of their necks, suspended in mid-air, in exactly the same predicament.
Sasuke kicked his legs in vain in the air, waving his kunai, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Yan Sheng's clothes. He could only let out angry and desperate sobs.
Itachi watched as his younger brother was also subdued, his heart clenching, but he dared not make the slightest move, for fear of angering this unfathomable powerhouse.
I just hope the masked man will find out soon and come to help.
......
Yan Sheng, carrying the two brothers, calmly stepped out of the courtyard.
The night wind ruffled his dark robes. Behind him was a mansion filled with the thick stench of blood, and in front of him lay the desolate Uchiha clan territory.
As soon as his footsteps landed on the open ground outside the courtyard, he seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped, and then slightly raised his head, calmly looking at the top of a lonely telephone pole not far away.
There, a figure had suddenly appeared.
He wore an orange, spiral-patterned, one-eyed mask, with only his right eye visible, which emitted an eerie, cold light in the pale moonlight. He stood silently atop the telephone pole, seemingly blending into the darkness, exuding an aura of mystery and danger, and it was unclear how long he had been watching.
Unlike Yan Shengping's calm reaction, Uchiha Itachi, who was being held in Yan Shengping's hand, relaxed his tense nerves the moment he saw the masked man.
Although this guy who calls himself "Uchiha Madara" is equally dangerous and his motives are unclear, he is at least part of their (at least Itachi's own) plan and is a known "collaborator".
Itachi immediately warned, "Uchiha Madara! He's the enemy, attack!"
Itachi's intention was clear: he hoped to use the masked man's power to restrain or force back the mysterious man, thus creating an opportunity for himself and Sasuke to escape.
His reminder elicited a very slight, almost imperceptible raise of Yan Sheng's eyebrow.
"Who?" Yan Sheng uttered a short, breathy sound.
Madara Uchiha?
Same name and surname?
He rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.
Based on the information package sent to him by the world's consciousness, he knew for certain that he was in a parallel world. Furthermore, based on his understanding of the Uchiha clan, a family that placed extreme importance on bloodlines, lineage, and power, it was absolutely impossible for any descendant to dare to share a name with the clan head.
Unless... there is a huge discrepancy in this parallel world: either there is no Uchiha Madara; or Uchiha Madara did not become the clan leader; or Uchiha Madara in this world is an insignificant nobody.
Otherwise, the probability of having the same name in a ninja clan like the Uchiha, with its strict hierarchy, would be extremely low.
Because it involved Madara Uchiha, Yan Sheng stopped in his tracks, who had originally planned to leave immediately.
He suddenly stopped being in a hurry.
Whether he actively seeks out Konoha, or Konoha waits until the storm has passed and then sends someone to investigate and finds him, the outcome is the same for him.
Yan Sheng's gaze swept across the masked man on the telephone pole as if it were a tangible object, and he asked with great interest, "Just wondering, among the past Uchiha clan leaders, was there anyone named Uchiha Madara?"
The masked man seemed surprised by his question. After several seconds, a deliberately refined, deep, and somewhat weathered voice finally rang out through the mask:
"You were looking for me?"
These words are a direct admission that he is "Uchiha Madara".
Yan Sheng's reaction surprised everyone.
He showed no surprise or awe, but rather, as if he had heard some absurd joke, he let out a short, clear "Ha."
He then chuckled softly and said casually, "You can't be Uchiha Madara."
"Oh?" The masked man's voice carried a hint of displeasure at being questioned and amusement, and his single exposed eye narrowed slightly.
Yan Sheng suppressed his smile and calmly analyzed the situation:
"First of all, Madara Uchiha wouldn't hide his face like you do. With his pride, he would never stoop to such a secretive and mysterious act."
Secondly—
The word "secondly" had barely left his lips.
The next second.
An invisible and intangible force suddenly acted on the orange spiral mask.
"Bang!" A crisp sound.
Reflected in Itachi Uchiha's suddenly contracting pupils, and under the horrified gaze of the masked man's own Sharingan widening—the orange spiral mask that had always been firmly worn on his face was shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
Beneath the mask, the masked man's true face was revealed—a slightly younger face, but with severe disfigurement scars on half of his cheek.
A night breeze blew by, stirring up a few fragments of the mask that had not yet hit the ground.
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
Itachi Uchiha was stunned. Although he doubted the masked man's claim of being Madara Uchiha, there were indeed many things that only Madara Uchiha knew.
In short, he was skeptical. So when he saw this face that could absolutely not be Uchiha Madara, he was surprised, but not that surprised. More than that, he wanted to know the masked man's true identity.
After all, they are Uchiha.
He had never seen this clansman before.
With his mask removed and his true face exposed to the moonlight, the masked man instinctively covered the disfigured half of his face with his hand. The only eye that was visible was filled with shock, shame, and a hint of panic at his plans being disrupted.
Although things quickly returned to calm, he had already revealed everything he could.
Yan Sheng looked at the masked man who had lost his mask, as if he had only done something insignificant, and casually finished his unfinished words:
"He can't be so weak that he can't even protect himself with a mask."
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Author's Note: before brother: How pathetic, elder brother!
after哥: How pathetic, killing each other.
[Upright-eared rabbit head]
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