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

Following the Blood Prison Clan incident, the vast Uchiha clan once again found itself leaderless, facing accusations from the higher-ups, strange looks from the villagers, as well as various aftermath and reconstruction tasks. They urgently needed a leader to guide them through this crisis.

This matter was extremely difficult to handle.

The difficulty didn't lie in the lack of a central leadership figure, but rather... there were simply too many so-called "central figures."

After the former clan head's death, the already turbulent undercurrents immediately surged into open waves. Many individuals with both strength and prestige began coveting the clan leader position, dividing into factions, organizing their own forces and teams, with none willing to submit to another.

Everyone stopped pretending - the covert struggles were brought into the open, directly escalating into overt conflicts.

In this silence, the deathmatch battle was once again tacitly acknowledged as the sole method for determining the next clan leader.

But one person couldn't sit still any longer.

Uchiha Naori, captain of the Konoha Military Police Force, as the most valued Uchiha in the village today, used her influence to convene an emergency clan meeting. Every member attended—a gathering so large it rivaled the night twenty years ago when Uchiha Madara left Konoha.

At the meeting, Uchiha Naori vehemently condemned this infighting. Now was precisely the time when they needed to unite for warmth, yet some chose this moment to continue internal strife, drawing blades against their own clansmen for personal gain—this was courting destruction, utterly foolish to the extreme!

She made her stance clear: only by working together, combining all their strength into one, could they restore the Uchiha clan's prestige.

Soon, someone raised doubts.

"Captain Naori, we all understand your reasoning, but only through combat can one truly prove their strength. I for one would never accept a clan leader of inferior ability."

"Exactly! Strength is the only true measure of reputation. If you try to force my submission, I'd rather die fighting!"

"Well, since Captain Naori opposes this plan, there's nothing to be done about it. After all, you're famously kind-hearted - no one in this village is more beloved than you... I just wonder, Captain, do you perhaps have a better solution?" someone asked with thinly veiled sarcasm.

To this, Naori was naturally well-prepared.

She surveyed the assembly with unwavering conviction, "We could implement a voting system, following the village's method for electing the Hokage. Every clansman would have voting rights, and the candidate with the most votes—representing the majority's recognized comrade—would win. Fair, just, and transparent. Wouldn't this approach be better?"

Her words plunged the meeting hall into absolute silence.

After a prolonged stillness, a low voice finally shattered the quiet:

"Lord Naori, this approach of yours seems somewhat... unreasonable, doesn't it?"

Naori's delicate brows furrowed slightly. "How is this unreasonable?"

"Hmph, if we're truly pursuing fairness and justice, why must the minority submit to the majority? Just because we're fewer in number, we're supposed to blindly follow your lead?"

Voices of agreement immediately rose from below: "Exactly! If we can't follow the strongest warrior we admire, how can we still call ourselves the Uchiha clan!"

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Naori's proposal was quickly drowned out by a tsunami of objections.

The Uchiha were generally extreme and warlike by nature, which was precisely why—apart from supporting their own preferred clan leader—no one would acknowledge any other candidate.

Suddenly, a young voice abruptly cut through the noise like a whistling arrow piercing the sky, overwhelming all other sounds.

"I support Captain Naori's view!"

Naori was slightly taken aback, following everyone's gaze toward a handsome young man with a forehead protector and shoulder-length black hair parted to both sides.

This young man was named Uchiha Naka, who, like Naori, was a member of the Konoha Military Police Force and the strongest among them besides her.

"Is proving strength only possible through death matches? What you're doing is nothing but slaughtering your own clansmen—indirectly weakening our own forces. Even if you win the fight, you'll just be criminals with bloodstained hands!" Naka said solemnly.

"Hmph! What does a snot-nosed brat like you know!???"

...

The meeting lasted from morning till evening, with the group arguing from dawn till dusk, ultimately failing to reach consensus while only intensifying their conflicts.

Several days later, at the entrance of the ninja academy.

As school let out, Uchiha Nian walked out of the classroom at a leisurely pace with his worn-out single-strap bag slung over his shoulder, heading back to the clan grounds as usual.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure leaning against the stone lion statue by the school gate, staring blankly at the sky as if waiting for him.

"Kirito?" Nian tilted his head and quickened his steps to approach.

Noticing him, Kirito immediately looked up. "School's out?"

"As you can see." Nian lifted her backpack and deliberately spun around in front of him. "What? I suppose you're not here to pick me up from school, are you?

Kirito forced a bitter smile and waved his hand. "No, I'm just feeling troubled and wanted to walk with a friend. Since Orochimaru isn't around, I had no choice but to wait for you after school."

"How novel. I never thought there'd be anything in this world that could trouble you." Nian teased expressionlessly, though she had already guessed the reason for Kirito's gloom.

As they chatted and strolled along, Kirito absentmindedly kicked pebbles the whole way. Under Nian's careful probing, he finally revealed the source of his worries.

It turned out that since that clan meeting, Naori had been in a constant state of anxiety, frowning all day long. It was the first time Kirito had seen his sister's delicate and elegant eyebrows furrow so deeply.

The struggle for the clan leadership position continued relentlessly. Though Naori wanted to stop it, she ultimately found it difficult to shake the overwhelming tide of events.

Emotions are contagious, especially for those you care about. Thinking what they think and worrying what they worry about becomes the norm.

Kirito soon found himself affected by his sister's negative emotions, also sinking into unease.

He didn't actually share his sister's grand ambitions. Compared to revitalizing the Uchiha clan, what he truly desired was to see his sister happy every day. Witnessing her joyful smile was the very meaning of his existence.

Therefore, when it came to Naori's aspirations, he had always offered unconditional support, doing everything in his power to assist his sister and contribute in any way he could.

But recently... his sister seemed to have wavered.

The reason was that one night after the clan meeting, Uchiha Naka approached Naori with a bold proposal.

Since persuasion proved futile, then join the deathmatch and become the sole victor—use strength to wake them up!

With Naori's power and status within the village and clan, coupled with Uchiha Naka's assistance, the two of them could easily ascend to the position of clan leader by joining forces. Once that happened, there would be no more rivals within the clan, and the so-called disputes would naturally be quelled.

In truth, the position of Uchiha clan leader had never been hereditary. The reason Madara became clan leader wasn't because he was the son of the previous leader, Uchiha Tajima, but because of his overwhelming, terrifying strength—the kind that suppressed all petty schemers and left no room for dissent!

And now, Naka intended to follow in the footsteps of Uchiha Madara from back then, retracing the path of invincibility.

Naori was somewhat puzzled. There were actually quite a few elite shinobi in the clan, and many had already unlocked the "Three-Tomoe" Sharingan.

"Alright, at this point, there's no need to keep hiding it any longer."

Uchiha Naka took a deep breath and activated his Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Under Naori's shocked gaze, the tomoe in his eyes gradually shifted, forming a blood-red triangular boomerang pattern at the center.

"This is... the Mangekyō Sharingan!"

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