manynovel Chapter 1 Defeating Minato Namikaze
Chapter 1 Defeating Minato Namikaze
"Take down Minato Namikaze."
"Elder, what did you say? I didn't quite hear you."
"I said... go kill Minato Namikaze, do I need to repeat myself?"
Uchiha Sage lowered his head, his expression unreadable.
But his clenched fists and white knuckles betrayed his true feelings at that moment.
I?
A student who hasn't graduated from the ninja academy yet.
Jump back and forth repeatedly in front of the yellow flash, then loudly announce:
Minato, I'm going to kill you!
Even if you, Eighth Elder, are prepared to abandon me, there's no need to treat me like a tyrant, is there?
It's just taking a few of your resources, isn't it?
So what if I grow up a little slower?
That would make you seem petty and narrow-minded, which is very un-Uchiha-like.
In the old-fashioned courtyard, several cherry blossom vines sway gently in the wind.
Cherry blossoms are falling.
A few petals were swept away by the breeze, passed through the porch, and landed on the tatami mats.
The room fell silent for a moment.
An old man and a young boy sat kneeling face to face.
Uchiha Hachimoku frowned as he looked at the boy in front of him.
"What? You don't want to?"
The boy clenched his fists even tighter.
"I--"
"I'll go."
"Very good, you have not let down your ancestors' name. Rest assured... whether you succeed or not, I can grant you one request."
The boy remained silent; silence was also a form of response.
The eighth elder has achieved his goal; the boy's attitude is no longer important.
"Alright, you can leave now. Once you've decided what you want, just tell Tao Huo."
Uchiha Sen bowed respectfully.
He got up and left the courtyard.
The room fell silent again.
The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha picked up the teacup on the table in front of him and took a small sip.
"Come out."
A figure emerged from behind the landscape screen, approached Yatsushiro, and knelt down respectfully.
"Elder."
"Tao Huo, tell me your opinion on the current state of the Uchiha clan."
The elder's movements were very precise, following the traditional tea ceremony, and he was very attentive to every step.
Uchiha Touka organized his thoughts, a fervent glint in his eyes.
"The Uchiha surname is glory, no need to say more."
The elder nodded in satisfaction: "Tao Huo, there aren't many Uchiha like you left in the clan these days. They've forgotten the glory of the Uchiha and have been blinded by falsehoods and lies."
Uchiha Touka wholeheartedly agreed with the elder, his eyes gleaming with even greater fervor.
His performance was observed by Yashiro, who nodded in approval.
What are your thoughts on my arrangements just now?
The First Elder's intention to promote him was quite clear, and Uchiha Touka, suppressing his excitement, said:
"The Grand Elder wants to show the Konoha leadership that the Uchiha's blade remains sharp."
"This aspect has been considered, but it is not comprehensive."
"Please enlighten me, Elder!" Tao Huo bowed deeply.
"Sigh!" Uchiha Yatsuhoku completed the final step of the tea ceremony, then turned solemn and said in a deep voice:
"In the last great battle, forty-two of our clan's elites died in battle."
"I know."
"No, you don't know!"
The eighth generation's voice suddenly rose, and the hatred in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
"They treated me like a fool, and they treated the Uchiha clan like trash that they could manipulate at will."
Tao Huo's eyes widened: "Didn't they die in battle?"
"unimportant."
The Grand Elder waved his hand.
Whether they died in battle or not... it doesn't matter anymore.
After calming down, Uchiha Yatsuho once again became the composed and unperturbed elder.
"The situation has already been set, and there's no point in pursuing it further, especially since they've done it cleanly. Our Uchiha clan is now standing on the edge of a precipice, so..."
The old man paused here, met Tao Huo's gaze, and said, word by word:
"Therefore, I want to give Hiruzen a warning: whoever dares to make a move against the Uchiha, I will use the same methods to attack their Hokage lineage without regard for anything else."
Uchiha Hachimoku's words were resounding and powerful.
Tao Huo pondered for a moment: "Elder, as far as I know, it should be Danzo..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized what he was doing and looked at the Grand Elder with reverence.
"You finally thought of that."
The Eighth Hokage of Uchiha nodded in satisfaction, his advice having been worthwhile.
"Yes, balance. Konoha needs balance, and the Hokage needs it even more. This is his strength and his weakness. He won't let anyone destroy the system of checks and balances that he has worked so hard to build. Hmph! Danzo is no exception."
So that's how it is. Tao Huo sincerely admired the Grand Elder's magnanimity, and then, thinking of the young man who had just left, he sighed:
"Uchiha Sage, what a pity."
"A piece of trash!"
The elder harbored deep resentment towards Uchiha Sage.
"He awakened his Sharingan at six years old, and I spent a great deal of resources nurturing him. And what was the result... Three years have passed, and how has he repaid me? 'The shame of the Uchiha!' Since he has already abandoned the glory of his surname, let him give full play to his last bit of energy."
Speaking of Uchiha Sage, Tao Huo naturally thought of that genius from three years ago, who awakened his Sharingan at the age of six and amazed the entire clan.
The Grand Elder went to great lengths to bring him under his wing, but who could have imagined that the next three years would be anything but ordinary?
It was absolutely astonishing; instead of demonstrating his talent, he was completely outmatched and thoroughly humiliated.
It's one thing for top-tier powerful clans like the Hyuga, but even scions of obscure little clans can be trampled on.
No wonder the Grand Elder was angry. Not only did the investment go down the drain, but Xian even earned the nickname "Shame of the Uchiha," making him even worse than Obito.
Now everyone knows that the Uchiha clan produced two outliers: Obito and Sage Mode.
How could I not be angry?
"What does the Grand Elder want me to do?"
Mentioning Uchiha Sage almost caused the Eighth Hokage to break down again, his resentment barely contained.
After a long pause, he said resentfully:
"If you don't hear any news of his assassination attempt on Minato Namikaze three days later, spread the word throughout Konoha and then hand him over to Hiruzen."
"yes!"
The conversation inside continued.
at the same time.
Sage, who had successfully taken the title of "Shame of the Uchiha" from Obito, was walking alone in the clan's territory.
He treated the whispers and disapproving glances around him as a gentle breeze.
I'm already used to it.
His complexion remained normal, and every step he took was precise and flawless, as if it had been measured out beforehand.
His current residence is a two-story wooden building with a courtyard on the edge of the camp.
Although the building is old, it has all the necessary facilities.
What he was most satisfied with was this little courtyard.
Although the area is not large, only about fifty square meters, it is enough for the current training.
I pushed open the door and put my shoes by the door.
The house was rather deserted until he entered, when it became a bit more lively.
The fairy had long been accustomed to living alone.
After quickly satisfying his hunger, he went to the studio alone.
This is a small, separate room; wood carving is the only hobby he retained from his previous life.
Ironically, for no reason at all, I woke up one morning to find myself a baby in this world.
Although his parents were killed in a mission shortly after his birth, he still managed to make a name for himself as a genius within the Uchiha clan by relying on his adult mindset.
A genius who opened his eyes at the age of six.
But what happens next...
"Sigh!" Uchiha Sen looked helplessly at himself in the mirror.
Their good looks go without saying; the name Uchiha is their trademark.
The black pupils in the person's eyes in the mirror have been replaced by blood red, and a black dot resembling a comma rotates around the pupil.
A Sharingan with one tomoe!
Unfortunately, it's fake.
It's all show and no substance; those eyes don't possess even a trace of pupil power.
As for the functions of the Sharingan, needless to say.
In fact, not only his eye power, but also his chakra was pitifully small, only about one-tenth of that of his peers.
Having completed his daily photo-taking task, Uchiha Sen, as usual, picked up the unfinished work on the table and began to carefully sculpt it.
The completed works are quietly displayed on the wall cabinet.
The only sound in the room was the carving knife cutting through the wood.
An hour later.
The carving knife made the final stroke.
Looking at the artwork in his hand, Uchiha Sen smiled relaxedly and carefully placed it on the wall cabinet.
In truth, the reason he went from being a genius to a laughingstock was all because of a single speck of light in his sea of consciousness.
It came into this world with me, and three years ago, on the very day I awakened my Sharingan, it suddenly came back to life.
Regardless of the weather, 90% of the extracted chakra was fed to it, including its eye power.
The situation seemed somewhat familiar, leading Uchiha Sage to suspect that an old codger was hiding inside the light.
After years of being supported, he developed a mysterious connection with the light.
The immortal had a feeling that the light spots in his sea of consciousness were approaching perfection, and perhaps things would change today.
After carving, one's essence, energy, and spirit are all elevated to their peak, making it the perfect time for cultivation.
Uchiha Sage sat cross-legged and once again skillfully began refining his chakra.
Threads of energy are generated from 130 trillion cells, which mix with spiritual energy to create an energy called chakra.
In the immortal's perception, the newly generated chakra was instantly absorbed by the mysterious point of light, with ninety percent of it being absorbed.
The sense of completeness of the light spots is enhanced.
Isn't it enough?
Come again!
Three years of frustration have turned into resentment. Today, let's see who messed with me.
Strands of chakra are generated, then most of them disappear, and the cycle repeats itself.
Uchiha Sage is like a sophisticated instrument, tirelessly refining and refining.
Until a certain critical point is reached.
After the light absorbed the last wisp of chakra, it suddenly began to beat like a heartbeat.
One, two...
It seemed as if something was being conceived.
"Knock knock knock knock..."
The sound resounded from the depths of consciousness, and the heart began to beat rhythmically, faster and faster.
In reality, Uchiha Sen, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, began to breathe rapidly, his blood rushing to his head.
Just when he felt he was about to give up and explode.
The point of light in his mind turned into a cloud of mist in the blink of an eye.
My thoughts seemed to freeze at that moment.
Stunned, numb, like an outsider, I watched the clouds and mist gradually dissipate.
When the last wisp of fog dissipated.
A beautifully crafted scale stood there.
Suddenly.
A phrase popped into my head.
Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price.
—The scales of fate.