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"How is this possible?" The elder's eyes widened in horror, his voice trembling. "How can you have those eyes?!"

The Second Elder's breath hitched as he stared deeply into Uchiha Fugaku's eyes. "The Mangekyō Sharingan... it has finally appeared!"

"No, this must be an illusion," the Third Elder cried out, biting his tongue sharply in a desperate attempt to dispel the vision before him. But it was no illusion — he was seeing the truth.

"The Mangekyō Sharingan! How could you possibly have the Mangekyō Sharingan?!" The Fourth Elder sprang to his feet, his expression a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

The crowd of Uchiha, initially confused by the elders' wild reactions, instinctively turned their gaze to their clan leader, Uchiha Fugaku. When they saw the swirling, crimson patterns of the Mangekyō Sharingan blazing in his eyes, the gathered clan erupted into a roar of astonishment and excitement.

"Holy crap! The clan leader actually has a Mangekyō Sharingan!"

"With those eyes, won't the Uchiha be able to walk the village streets with our heads held high?"

"No wonder the clan leader suddenly decided to launch a coup. So that's what it is — he's awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!"

"Hahaha! I truly believe the clan leader will lead us to change the fate of the Uchiha!"

Every person present — regardless of whether they had supported the war faction or leaned conservative — was caught in a wave of exhilaration. They all understood the significance: the future of the Uchiha was about to change.

The Mangekyō Sharingan had long been a symbol of absolute power within the Uchiha clan. Aside from the legendary Uchiha Madara and his brother Uchiha Izuna, who had both awakened this fearsome ability, no other clan member had ever managed to open the Mangekyō Sharingan. It was a rare and almost mythical power that promised unrivaled strength.

And now, today, all of them could witness this legendary eye for themselves.

Among the crowd, a young man's pupils suddenly constricted at the sight — the clan leader… the clan leader had also awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan?!

This young man was none other than Uchiha Shisui, the young genius of the Uchiha clan.

At an early age, Shisui had earned numerous honors during the Third Shinobi World War. His mastery of phantom and instantaneous techniques had earned him fame across the shinobi world, where he was known simply as "Shisui." Even he had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan during the war, when grief overwhelmed him as he watched his loved ones perish before his eyes.

But out of caution, Shisui had kept this awakening a secret — no one in the clan knew about his Mangekyō Sharingan.

Seeing the excitement around him, Shisui quickly resolved to keep his secret safe, especially now that the clan leader himself had awakened the power. If both of them revealed their eyes, the village would never survive a night without chaos breaking loose.

As the elders debated, Uchiha Fugaku's icy gaze swept over them. "You old men," he said coldly, "do any of you still have objections?"

The elders met his gaze and felt a suffocating presence envelop them. Cold sweat broke out on their brows.

Yet the Second Elder — a pro-war faction leader — remained unfazed. He looked on with a gleam of pride in his eyes, secretly pleased.

He hadn't felt this kind of pride since the day Lord Madara left the village.

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Years ago, shortly after Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama founded Konoha together, Madara had noticed something unsettling. Despite being co-founder, the Uchiha clan's influence within the village was steadily diminishing. Their power, their ideas, their family interests — none were truly respected or represented.

Amid family rivalries and political power struggles, Madara's disappointment grew.

He sought to gather like-minded clansmen and leave Konoha behind to find a new path for the Uchiha — a path where they could thrive without oppression.

But the clan, weary from endless wars and clinging desperately to the fragile peace, refused to follow him.

No one was willing to abandon the village.

So, silently and alone, Madara departed Konoha.

At that time, the Second Elder had been a boy. He had wanted to follow Madara, but his parents slapped him down twice, forcing obedience.

Still, the boy ran to the village gate and watched as Madara's lone figure disappeared into the sunset — carrying his round fan and sickle, leaving behind a legacy of both hope and heartbreak.

To this day, the Second Elder remembered that scene vividly.

He imagined Madara's thoughts as he left:

"My people don't understand me… so I must walk this path alone."

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Only many years later did the Second Elder realize the tragic truth. The Uchiha had been slowly marginalized, trapped in a false peace that was corroding their spirit.

Madara's choice — to seek true peace elsewhere — was right.

So, the Second Elder began to stoke the fires of rebellion, rallying the clansmen to rise up.

But the other elders, bound by the comfort of false peace, opposed him fiercely. They excluded him and suppressed his ambitions.

For years, his passion had nowhere to burn.

Until now.

Seeing Uchiha Fugaku's Mangekyō Sharingan rekindled a flame inside him long thought dead.

He knew the Uchiha's future was on the verge of transformation.

"Old men," Fugaku's voice cut through the tense room, "I'm asking you again: will you remain silent?"

The Second Elder suddenly snapped out of his reverie and said firmly, "I will obey the orders of the clan leader unconditionally!"

Fugaku smiled, "Thank you for your support over the years."

His eyes then darkened as he faced the remaining elders. "So, old men — will you surrender, or… die?"

The elders trembled violently. The oppressive aura radiating from Fugaku told them he was not bluffing.

They understood clearly: silence this time meant death.

One by one, the elders stood shakily, no longer defiant but filled with fear.

"We choose to submit to Chief Fugaku," they stammered.

Fugaku's smile softened just a little. "I still prefer the elders' unruly spirit… from before."

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The room fell into a heavy silence.

Despite the submission, something lingered — a reminder that beneath their fear and obedience, the elders still held sparks of defiance, impatience, and history.

Fugaku's Mangekyō Sharingan was not just a symbol of power, but a signal — a call for the clan to awaken from slumber and reclaim their rightful place.

The pro-war faction saw it as vindication.

The conservatives saw the inevitability of change.

And the rest of the Uchiha? They felt the pulse of destiny quicken beneath their skin.

Among them, Shisui remained silent but resolved.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The battle to reclaim the clan's honor, strength, and future was only starting.

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