Yet the elder's expression of shock lingered for a long while.
By the time Arata had nearly finished his tea, the elder finally regained composure.
He took a small sip, exhaled slowly, and seemed to age several years, even stooping slightly from his usual straight posture.
Arata recalled that the elder was of the same generation as the Third Hokage; in the ninja world, this was considered elderly.
Finally, the elder spoke, with a hint of self-mockery:
"I never thought that our proud Uchiha clan would end up facing extinction."
"Even Shisui was killed, and his eyes taken. That child… talented in every way, but too kind and cautious.
Otherwise, with his
strength, he wouldn't have fallen so easily."
A few tears escaped despite his composure.
Arata saw the elder's sorrow but did not mock him.
He knew the elder genuinely cared for the clan's talented youth.
Instead, he urged:
"Elder, none of this has happened yet.
I have already warned Shisui and prepared measures.
He will survive safely."
Hearing this, the elder wiped his tears, replaced sorrow with stern determination, eyes sharp with resolve.
"Even ignoring Shisui's death and the treachery of the Third Hokage and Danzo, the Uchiha massacre that night… just by looking at the arrangements around our clan estate, it was clearly the work of the Third and Danzo.
Otherwise, even a masked traitor.....even if revived by Madara...could not have wiped out the Uchiha so silently."
A hint of grim satisfaction appeared on his face:
"But your Konoha didn't fare much better. Within a few years, enemies struck, and even the village was destroyed."
At this, the elder's eyes narrowed suspiciously:
"Those eyes… I've seen them somewhere…" He rose and left the reception room.
Arata did not urge him. He knew the elder was consulting the clan's preserved texts.
The elder's authority derived from safeguarding these documents; even the clan leader could only study them under supervision.
Without this system of dual authority.....the elder line and the leader line...the Uchiha would never have survived so long.
After a short wait, Arata saw the elder return, holding an ancient, worn book.
He carefully wiped the table, placed the book down with reverence, and began reading.
Moments later, the elder exhaled deeply and nodded:
"Yes… it's true. I never expected these eyes to appear in this era.
Truly a turbulent time."
Seeing Arata's curiosity, the elder explained:
"I recognized those who breached Konoha.
Their eyes were unique, familiar. I checked the Uchiha's preserved records...and indeed, I found them."
His eyes shone with awe:
"These eyes… the legendary Rinnegan of the Sage of Six Paths.
They possess tremendous power, with abilities beyond imagination.
They can even reverse life and death, reviving the fallen."
"The technique that destroyed Konoha… must be one of the Rinnegan's abilities. Its power could not be otherwise."
Arata, intrigued, took the book and turned to the page detailing the Rinnegan.
A perfect illustration of the eye matched Nagato's.
The text read:
"Eye of the Six Paths, also called the Rinnegan.
Possesses many wondrous abilities: perceiving the afterlife, communicating with spirits, flying without wings, distinguishing truth from lies, and reviving those drawn from the netherworld."
He flipped a few more pages, discovering records of extraordinary individuals throughout history, broadening his horizons.
Arata marveled.
This was the true Uchiha legacy...not merely the Sharingan's power, but knowledge, wisdom, experience, and methods.
This was the foundation sustaining the clan.
Recognizing the significance, Arata could not put the book down. With a cheeky grin, he said to the elder:
"I'll take this back to study. Once I'm done, I'll return it to you."
The elder chuckled at Arata's audacity:
"Take it, then. Few nowadays appreciate books like you.
Uchiha Fugaku, that fool, received the same gift when he became clan leader...never even looked at it, and returned it to me."
"I have hundreds of such volumes. If I weren't afraid you'd lose them, I'd give you all."
Hearing the elder's words, Uchiha Arata feared he might change his mind, so he quickly nodded.
"I have a safe place to store them. Give them all to me."
The elder didn't immediately agree. Instead, he let out a faint laugh:
"Do you think these are some common vegetables? These are the accumulation of over a thousand years of the Uchiha clan.
This is our legacy, the foundation of our standing. Understand, boy?"
"One of the responsibilities of the elder line is to protect these treasures, while also recording events for future generations…"
The elder paused to sip his tea before continuing:
"I am not saying this to show off, but to make you understand the importance of these texts. Had you not awakened your Mangekyō Sharingan, you wouldn't even qualify to access them, let alone read them.
Within the entire clan, only the head has that privilege."
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