Start with the Mangekyo Sharingan: Follow Lord Madara out of Konoha

At that moment, a gentle breeze swept by. Kamihane's eyelids fluttered slightly, yet his breathing remained steady as he didn't open his eyes immediately.

"Kid, trying to eavesdrop on our conversation, aren't you?" Madara cast a casual glance, a trace of amusement flashing through his heterochromatic eyes behind the sunglasses.

Hikari slightly placed her hands on her hips, immediately puffing up her cheeks in annoyance.

Kamihane sighed helplessly, then opened his eyes and cleared his throat to change the subject. "Ah, that nephew of mine is quite interesting, isn't he? To think he actually inherited the power of Wood Release..."

Wood Release? Heh, that Tobirama fellow is quite capable after all," Old Madara was indeed drawn into the conversation. "A transformation at the genetic level—aside from your 'Mahoraga,' only his unbelievable techniques could achieve something like this.

Unfortunately, figuring out his experiments would take us who-knows-how-long on our own. That's precisely why we need those specialized talents," Kamihane selected a juice box and stabbed the straw in with a crisp "click.

"Putting everything else aside, your ability to win people over has improved by leaps and bounds these past few years." Madara chuckled lightly, teasing at just the right moment.

Kamihane naturally understood he was referring to how he'd charmed the four young ninjas from Konoha. To prevent the old man Madara from feeling isolated and losing touch with the shinobi world, Kamihane would share every detail of his outside activities—including matters involving Kakuzu and the Land of Iron—all this intelligence was completely transparent to Madara.

He'd even revealed to both of them that his "Ame-no-Tokotachi" could rewind time for targets other than himself. Now that he'd awakened the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, it was time to show this trump card.

Facing Madara's jest, he raised his cup in acknowledgment, wearing a perfectly measured smile. "All thanks to Lord Madara's excellent guidance."

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted outside the window as two "bomb puppets" tightly embraced Konoha shinobi on the street, reducing them to mangled flesh in the blast. Rubble came crashing down, burying them beneath the ruins.

At that moment, the final puppet seemed to detect some movement. Its neck twisted unnaturally as red light flashed in its eyes, locking onto the private room on the second floor of the izakaya.

She was just an ordinary girl, her delicate features still visible beneath the terror - the very picture of youthful beauty. Yet now she was completely controlled by the Blood Prison Eye's pupil technique, her life hanging by the puppeteer's whim.

The girl bent her knees and suddenly leaped, propelling herself over three meters into the air. She shattered the window of the private room where Kamihane and the others were gathered, crashing through in a shower of glass!

This is power temporarily borrowed at the cost of sacrificing the girls' physical endurance, fully extracting the meager chakra from their cells to unleash strength they could never achieve in their lifetime—a method that shares remarkable similarities with the "Spiritualization Technique."

Wooden splinters scattered in all directions as Madara and Kamihane leaned back in perfect sync—one holding up a glass of juice, the other shielding his teacup. Meanwhile, Hikari remained utterly composed as she reclined, still clutching half an apple in her hand.

The girl landed with a roll to disperse the impact, then immediately turned to face the trio, spreading her arms wide as she prepared to self-destruct.

Suddenly, within her wide-open eyes, the reflection of a pair of hauntingly beautiful three-tomoe Sharingan appeared.

She stood frozen as if under a binding spell, pausing in that bizarre posture without moving a muscle.

Kamihane propped his chin on his hand, blinking his crimson eyes with an air of appreciation. "Using genjutsu to strain the mind, then mixing your own chakra into the target's bloodstream... Hmm, so this is how human bombs are created."

"Given the Blood Prison Eye's strict requirements, the caster wouldn't be too far from their puppets. We can use the genjutsu to trace his location in reverse," Madara remarked, taking a sip of tea.

"Very well, I'll demonstrate it myself. Watch closely, both of you."

As he spoke, he slid his sunglasses down a few centimeters, revealing a crimson three-tomoe Sharingan eye that locked gazes with the puppet.

Kamihane immediately adopted a serious expression, and Hikari also activated her Sharingan, entering the puppet's mental world through genjutsu.

The three's spiritual energies converged within the puppet's consciousness. High above in the sky, a pair of suspended Bloodline Eyes trembled slightly as three pairs of bone-chilling gazes swept toward them simultaneously.

Several hundred meters away from this location, in a temporary shelter, a middle-aged man with flaxen short hair suddenly began bleeding from his nose and mouth before collapsing to the ground in convulsions."What... what's going on... Such formidable ocular power, and there are actually three of them!"

The moment his gaze met those eyes, his entire body turned cold, an uncontrollable chill eroding his very soul.

"Got you."

Madara smiled proudly as he withdrew from the girl's mental world. Kamihane and Hikari simultaneously disengaged as well. The three of them, with their profound ocular powers as deep as the ocean, had already dispelled the Blood Dragon Eye's genjutsu and chakra. The girl returned to normal, but due to excessive exhaustion, her eyelids fluttered before she collapsed unconscious.

"So genjutsu can be used like this—to engage enemies remotely?" Hikari blinked in astonishment.

Kamihane nodded. "It seems there's still much for us to learn."

"Child's play, hardly worth mentioning," Madara turned his head away, using his teacup to conceal the faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Kamihane stretched and rose from his seat, "We've eaten our fill and seen enough drama. How about we go for a walk?"

Hikari walked over to the girl and helped her up, "I'll take her to the hospital."

Kamihane looked toward Madara, "What about you, Lord Madara?"

"Don't mind me. Do what you want to do." Madara showed no intention of moving.

"Alright." Kamihane gazed in a certain direction, "Though I have no intention of interfering with Konoha's troubles, encountering the Ketsuryūgan is rare enough—might as well go have some fun.

As the words faded, his figure vanished abruptly, a faint breeze gently stirring Madara's long hair.

"That brat... his Body Flicker Technique grows more godly by the day."

Inside the shelter, dozens of trembling villagers huddled together, each casting nervous glances at one another, worried that the person beside them might suddenly explode at any moment.

The main door was tightly sealed, with four jōnin standing guard outside the shelter in tense vigilance, keeping the clamoring crowd at bay as chaos reigned at the scene.

After such a prolonged period of riots, they had more or less identified the signs of human bombs—typically only those who had suffered external injuries would explode without warning. Thus, this became their criterion for determining whether villagers could enter the shelter.

At that moment, the ceiling suddenly shattered, and a black-clad youth descended from above, landing lightly on his feet, drawing everyone's gaze.

Kamihane leisurely surveyed his surroundings, his obsidian-like pupils slightly shifting as he casually sipped through a straw, left hand still holding a juice cup. His relaxed demeanor made him seem detached from the world itself.

"There you are."

He spoke softly. The crowd only saw him take a step, and in the next instant, he appeared before a middle-aged man.

The man paled in shock, instantly recognizing those eyes. His expression immediately twisted into ferocity.

The next second, he opened a pair of blood-red horizontal pupils, and blood condensed into a dagger that viciously stabbed toward Kamihane's face.

But Kamihane paid no attention to the dagger thrusting toward his face. A ripple like water surfaced in the air, and the middle-aged man felt as though he had struck an iron wall. His wrist bent from the recoil, and the blood dagger shattered along with it.

Still holding the straw between his lips, Kamihane reached out with his free right hand, grabbed the man's hair, and lifted him up like a chick.

The surrounding villagers jostled and shoved, avoiding them like the plague, but Kamihane couldn't be bothered with them. With a long leap, he kicked up a whirlwind from the ground. By the time the crowd was choking on the dust, he had already vaulted out from the rooftops.

"Who... who are you!?" the man asked, his voice trembling.

"Me? Just the Uchiha you despise most," Kamihane looked down at him, his crystal-clear pupils instantly transforming into three tomoe, blossoming like a magnificent flower.

The man froze instantly as Kamihane's mental energy invaded without restraint, seizing control of his consciousness with an utterly ruthless genjutsu.

Kamihane took a sip of juice, his light tone carrying the authority of a sovereign. "Tell me your numbers, origins, and the reason for attacking Konoha."

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