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

Outside the Uchiha compound, an izakaya.

Kamihane sat upright, a glass of juice in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a faint light. A mischievous smile played on his fair, delicate features.

Uchiha Naori sat demurely across from him, her gaze flitting about, avoiding his eyes. In his presence, she had completely transformed from a gentle, intelligent, and valiant woman into a bashful, young maiden.

"So… it was you who saved Kirito…"

Just now, through Kirito's incessant storytelling, she had come to understand everything.

Her younger brother hadn't died back then. Instead, Kamihane had taken him away and saved his life. The one buried in the grave was merely a Wood Release clone of Uchiha Nian.

She raised her head slightly, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Why… why did you keep it from me back then?"

"If I didn't push you a little, you wouldn't have known where your potential lay, would you?" Kamihane said with a faint smile.

Naori's lips parted slightly, a hint of realization flashing in her clear eyes. "You wanted to see if I could resolve the Uchiha clan's internal strife? Are you also concerned about the Uchiha clan?"

"No." Nian, who was sitting next to him, shook his head slightly. "Uncle has no expectations for the Uchiha clan. The person he truly has expectations for is you, Naori-nee."

Waves rippled in Naori's eyes. After a long silence, she nodded. "I understand."

Kamihane leaned forward slightly, asking with interest, "What do you plan to do next?"

"The clan's issues have been resolved. It's time to put down this burden." Naori sighed softly, reaching out to pat Kirito on the head. "In reality, I don't have such grand ambitions. My determination to resolve the clan's problems was only for my brother."

"Now that things have been resolved, I should also start considering myself. Kirito's initial dream was to travel the world. I want to go and see it with him…"

Kamihane nodded. "Yes, I respect your decision. If you ever don't have anywhere to go, you can always go to Tantōsai in the Land of Iron. It's my establishment, and it's always open for you."

"Tantōsai… I've heard that it's the most amazing merchant guild in the Land of Iron…" Naori said in surprise. "As expected of you, Kamihane-sama!"

"It's more than that!" Kirito's tone became somewhat jealous. "Even Orochimaru is in the Land of Iron. He and Hiruko are now Uncle's disciples."

A year ago, after Nian and Kirito reunited, they met with Orochimaru and Hiruko with Kamihane's permission.

The four kids reunited in the Land of Iron, and after meeting each other, they were all struck by how things had changed.

It turned out that the meeting in the Konoha forest back then wasn't a coincidence. Almost everyone there had received Kamihane's blessing.

Uchiha Nian had found his uncle. When he said it himself, the other three were all stunned.

Orochimaru and Hiruko had passed the test and become Kamihane's disciples.

And Kirito… had his life saved, and had now even met his longed-for older sister.

"Thank you for your kindness, Kamihane-sama. I'll keep it in mind."

Naori stood up solemnly and bowed to Kamihane, her purple hair flowing like water, shimmering with a soft light.

"If I remember correctly, you're about 18 years old now, right?" A trace of reminiscence appeared in Kamihane's eyes. "I was about the same age when I first met you."

"Really…" Naori was somewhat surprised. "How did you know, Kamihane-sama?"

"You told me yourself. Back then, in this very shop, a certain little girl confidently introduced herself as four and a half years old and even got a piece of cake from me…" Kamihane teased.

"Ah…" Two red blushes crept onto Naori's pretty face, especially when her younger brothers cast curious glances at her. Her face was already flushed red.

Kirito coughed a few times, taking the lead in breaking the awkward silence. "Speaking of which, it's really quite moving. When I first met Uncle, he said he knew my sister…"

"It should have been the second time," Kamihane reminded him.

After chatting for a while, Kamihane suddenly said, "Judging by the time, it should be about right."

Saying that, he stared at Naori in front of him, the array patterns in his pupils rotating softly, radiating a gentle light.

In an instant, Naori felt all her fatigue swept away, and her eyes gained a bit more luster.

"Take off your eye patch," Kamihane said softly.

Upon hearing this, Naori immediately did so, because she also had a strange feeling. When her left eye gently opened, the originally cloudy pupil miraculously regained its light, and that scarlet Three-Tomoe bloomed again.

"This…" she murmured.

"Consider it a greeting gift from me," Kamihane said nonchalantly.

"Naori will forever remember Kamihane-sama's great kindness!"

Naori was filled with joy. Sacrificing the sight of one eye in exchange for the Uchiha clan being free of internal strife was the price she was determined to pay. There was no denying that.

But who wouldn't want to have both eyes intact? This greeting gift from Kamihane-sama was truly a bit too precious.

Great kindness needs no words of thanks. She immediately reached into her robes, took out a vermillion scroll, and solemnly handed it to Kamihane.

"This is the dōjutsu 'Izanami' that Naori created with great effort. Although it will sacrifice the vision of one eye, it can be cast non-visually, forcibly altering a person's will. It is a technique to control fate. If Kamihane-sama doesn't mind, I will give it to you as a small token of my appreciation."

Kamihane didn't stand on ceremony. He wasn't the kind of person to be artificial, and immediately expressed his appreciation for "Izanami."

"The fact that you were able to create this kind of technique is truly remarkable. I like it very much."

"It's good that Kamihane-sama likes it. Actually, I also understand that this alone is completely insufficient to repay your kindness…" Naori's face flushed red.

Kamihane thought for a moment, saying with a hidden meaning, "If you leave Konoha like this, you'll probably be treated as a nukenin, you know? How about this? I won't take your things for nothing. I can personally step forward and warn those guys."

Nian silently glanced at his uncle, raised his cup, and took a sip of tea, thinking that if you step forward, wouldn't you be treated as a nukenin as well? You might even attract more hostility…

"There's no need, Kamihane-sama." Naori said quickly, "I was born in this place. Although I haven't inherited the Will of Fire, this place is, after all, where I grew up, and I've also been protected by it. I don't want to turn my blade against it."

Kamihane nodded, indicating that he respected her opinion.

"Actually, before the duel with Naka, I had already written a resignation letter, and it has already been submitted to the Hokage's desk," Naori said softly.

"Those guys won't let you leave so easily."

Kamihane pondered for a moment, then took out two scrolls from his robes and handed them to Naori.

"'Eight Gates', 'Spirit Transformation'. These are the two forbidden techniques that I took away from Konoha back then."

Nian was somewhat surprised. Kamihane glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't worry, the versions that you and Kakuzu cultivate are the modified versions that I made. These two are the original versions. The contents are exactly the same as the original."

He placed them in Naori's hands, instructing her, "Keep them safe. If Konoha really dares to make things difficult for you, then you can return these two scrolls to them in exchange for your freedom. Of course, you can also keep them for yourself."

Naori stood up with a "whoosh," instinctively wanting to refuse. After all, this kind of scroll transfer represents passing down the legacy in the shinobi world, and this is something that only happens between masters and disciples.

"But, Kamihane-sama, these are your things!" Naori said anxiously.

"Didn't you give me 'Izanami' as well?" Kamihane said with a smile, narrowing his eyes.

"That… that's different…"

"What's so different?" Kamihane snorted softly, his tone revealing an unparalleled arrogance. "The current me no longer needs these things."

Under his insistence, Naori didn't dare to refuse, and could only express her gratitude in a soft voice.

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