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"His Sharingan must be retrieved. A person like him, unbound by emotions and attachments, will definitely be more dangerous than Uchiha Madara in the future." Danzo internally decided, realizing that "retrieving" meant taking it for himself. In Danzo's view, all of the Uchiha clan's Sharingan belonged to him, merely temporarily lent to the Uchiha for use.
"Perhaps I've overthought it. Maybe he can just control light, and isn't actual light." Orochimaru felt his previous thoughts were truly laughable. If Wuchen could truly be like light, it would mean bearing all of light's properties. The speed of light far surpasses what human eyes can capture. There would be no need for space-time ninjutsu or ninjas at all... Because no matter what ninjutsu, under that terrifying speed, it would be pale and powerless.
"What do you want to do?!" Uchiha Fugaku screamed in terror, looking at Wuchen approaching with his sword. His voice filled with endless fear, while he roared incessantly at the Third Hokage, appearing crazed, like a mad dog. "Third Hokage, you're still standing there foolishly? This bastard now wants to kill me. After I die, the Uchiha will crumble. Don't forget your position, and our cooperative relationship!" Looking at the unmoving Third Hokage, who was calmly smoking, Uchiha Fugaku became furious. He glared at the Third Hokage, his gaze clearly implying, "If I die, your plan to use the Uchiha clan as cannon fodder will also be ruined and aborted."
"Threatening me? Ignorant of your own limits!" A sneer flashed in the Third Hokage's old eyes. He inwardly sighed at Uchiha Fugaku's ignorance. Even if the Uchiha clan were lost, Konoha's strength would undoubtedly suffer great damage, and its situation would become even more perilous, but Konoha could still be preserved. Moreover, even if Uchiha Fugaku were truly killed, the Uchiha clan would not simply collapse, but would elect a new clan head to replace him. "This is a matter within your noble clan; it's not proper for outsiders to interfere." Shimura Danzo lifted his eyelids, looked at Uchiha Fugaku with pity, returning Uchiha Fugaku's earlier words verbatim. Before Wuchen revealed his strength, Uchiha Fugaku's confident declaration for everyone not to interfere was vivid in everyone's memory. Seeing that things were going south, he immediately tried to use others as pawns. Does he think everyone else is an idiot?! The Third Hokage also remained silent, only his tightly furrowed brows and his displeased gaze silently indicating his stance.
"You, you ungrateful villains!" Uchiha Fugaku's voice trembled with anger as he desperately looked at the Third Hokage and the others. These "friends" who usually treated him almost like a brother were now so cold and merciless. "Do you have the right to call others names? Uchiha Fugaku." Wuchen walked up to Uchiha Fugaku, his voice filled with endless killing intent as he asked in a deep tone. "I am your father, what do you want to do? Heaven itself will not forgive you for such an unfilial act as patricide!" Uchiha Fugaku stumbled backwards and fell to the ground in fear. Facing death, even gods would be afraid, let alone a mere mortal. "You are not worthy?" Wuchen retorted with a murderous expression. When he was five years old, Uchiha Fugaku had cast him out, banishing him to the periphery of the Uchiha clan, fading him from everyone's sight, where he lived an exceptionally miserable life. However, Wuchen had endured all of this. Perhaps in the eyes of someone like Uchiha Fugaku, a "son" was merely an object to be used. Once he lost his usefulness, there was no need for him to exist, especially Wuchen, who had labeled him as "the father of a useless son"—there was even less need or value for him to exist. But what Wuchen found most unacceptable was that this ungrateful old man actually wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of the Great Ninja War to get rid of him! His heart was like a viper's, utterly ruthless! "Uchiha Fugaku, trash like you doesn't deserve to die by my sword. Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, I still have to thank you."
The Kusanagi Sword in his hand lost its luster and texture, turning into nothingness. Wuchen indifferently glanced at the relieved Uchiha Fugaku, his tone sounding somewhat fantastic and profound. His dark eyes looked at the distant void, his pupils exceptionally deep and bright.
"I want to thank the two of you, for letting me see the true nature of this world, and the ugliness of human hearts. For allowing me to wield the butcher's knife that severs emotions, to be unbound by the ridiculous shackles of 'emotions'... Only by achieving true emotionlessness can one transcend, and see a more distant world. Only by abandoning everything can one witness the ultimate of the world, the end of the heavens..." "So I must thank you, for guiding me to my life's goal." Gazing at the couple, Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto, Wuchen closed his eyes and spoke in a deep, desperate voice that gave him the feeling of a human machine. His resolute words struck the ground like thunder, like a bolt from the blue, exploding in everyone's hearts. The noisy, chaotic scene became eerily silent.
Everyone's faces were extremely complex. The Uchiha clan members, in particular, bowed their heads in shame, daring not to meet Wuchen's gaze. "Wuchen, we also..." Uchiha Mikoto whimpered softly, meeting Wuchen's clear, indifferent gaze. She instantly lowered her head, the words on the tip of her tongue seemingly blocked. Her throat felt as if a bone was caught, making it difficult to speak. Shame, self-reproach, heartache, inability to face him... A myriad of emotions surged within Uchiha Mikoto, leaving her unable to retort. She knew that it was precisely their heartlessness that led to Wuchen's current state, driving him to despair of fate and choose this extreme path to break the shackles of destiny.
Wuchen never once looked at Uchiha Mikoto. His gaze returned to Uchiha Fugaku. "I can participate in the Third Great Ninja War in the name of the Uchiha clan, but—" "From now on, my relationship with you two, and with your Uchiha clan, is completely severed, like this robe. From this point forward, we will be separate and unrelated." With that, Wuchen casually tossed the black jacket draped over him into the sky. The Uchiha fan crest on its back was clearly visible. Wuchen's face was filled with despair and loneliness, his entire being exuding an air of isolation from the world. His stagnant eyes glanced at the black outer garment, which Uchiha Mikoto had personally made for him. Although it no longer fit him well, Wuchen had kept it clean and perfectly preserved until now.
Closing his eyes, he recalled the past years. Two crystalline tears escaped from the corners of Wuchen's eyes, falling to the ground. To be frank, for the first five years after his birth, he had lived a carefree life, receiving abundant care from Uchiha Mikoto and her husband. However, after it was discovered that he couldn't refine chakra, that precious bond of affection completely vanished, never to return. "Crack..." The jacket Uchiha Mikoto had made for Wuchen suddenly burst apart. Black threads, like falling snow, scattered to the ground, signifying Wuchen's severance, his determination to cut off everything. However, when Wuchen opened his eyes again, the terrifying pupils startled everyone. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan had vanished, replaced by a special Sharingan composed of red rays. It seemed chaotic but was actually orderly, a unique pattern. Straight lines were all neatly connected, forming a special design. It was distinctly a five-pointed star! "This is... Mangekyo Sharingan!!!"