Chapter 60
gives you power, but you must sell your soul.
Chapter 60 gives you power, but you must sell your soul.
"I did lose the battle against Hashirama back then."
The man in black robes admitted it directly, without offering any explanations such as saying Hashirama was dead and that he himself was still alive.
He continued in a weary tone:
"However, I never expected that after decades, there would still be Uchiha clansmen who remember me."
"I thought you had all been tamed by Konoha and had completely forgotten about me."
Upon hearing this, Uchiha Teru's eyes revealed wild joy, but he still maintained a basic level of vigilance.
"How can you prove you're Uchiha Kagura Madara?!"
A sneer came from within the black robe.
"Believe it or not, I, Uchiha Madara, have no reason to explain my actions to you!"
Upon hearing this, Uchiha Teru believed it to be 80% true.
That aura, that tone, that's the Uchiha Madara in his mind.
Moreover, the fact that they were able to infiltrate the Uchiha camp silently without alerting anyone suggests they possess formidable strength.
This explains everything.
"I was originally paying attention to Uchiha Shisui, but I didn't expect you to come into my view, an Uchiha who lacks talent but is unwilling to accept it."
"Uchiha Shisui... It's Uchiha Shisui again. Is his talent really that appealing? I've been working really hard too!"
Uchiha Hikaru was completely distraught, his face contorted in shock.
Even if a former idol has fallen out of favor with him, they still hold a special place in his heart.
Hearing that he was still inferior to Uchiha Shisui touched his sensitive heart, and his killing intent unconsciously surfaced.
Shiichi wasn't surprised to see Uchiha Hikaru's contorted expression.
Uchiha, that's normal.
But the aura became dangerous, and the momentum surged, pressing down on Uchiha Akira.
Uchiha Akira was overwhelmed by the terrifying aura, struggling to breathe, and his body remained motionless, refusing to obey his commands.
He forced himself to lift his head and looked with difficulty at the mysterious man, his eyes filled with a burning desire for power.
In Uchiha Teru's eyes, Shiichi's figure became terrifyingly powerful, his aura seemed to distort space, and his whole body became blurry.
The oppressive aura grew stronger and stronger, and Uchiha Hikaru gritted his teeth and persevered, his sleeves soaked with sweat.
When Uchiha Teru could no longer hold on, his terrifying aura suddenly dissipated.
Uchiha Hikaru didn't react in time and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, but his eyes were still fixed on Shiki.
"Not bad eyes, full of a thirst for power, but there are too many people in the Uchiha clan who crave power."
"Are you really Lord Madara?!"
Uchiha Teru showed a respectful expression.
This imposing aura is not something an ordinary person possesses; it is wild and vast, as if facing a thousand troops.
Who I am is not important; what matters is that I can give you what you want.
The man in black robes didn't care at all about Uchiha Hikaru's obsession with whether he was Uchiha Madara.
It's like a meaningless question, not worth the effort to explain, and he doesn't bother to explain it.
"With your talent, it's uncertain whether you can evolve your Sharingan into a three-tomoe Sharingan in the future."
"It wouldn't normally attract my attention."
Zhiyi looked down at Uchiha Hui and spoke in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
"But your thirst for power has piqued my interest a little."
"talent…"
Uchiha Teru pondered the mysterious man's words, his face filled with confusion.
"Talent... Am I really destined to be nothing more than...cannon fodder for my entire life?"
"Absolutely not! I want power! I want immense power! Even if it's just for a fleeting moment!"
Uchiha Hikaru stared intently at the man in black robes; this was his chance to change his fate.
Immediately—
Uchiha Hikaru knelt on one knee and said sincerely:
"Lord Madara, please help me, I need power."
"Give me a reason why I should help you."
Zhiyi said with interest.
"It's not that simple for the Uchiha to gain power. Otherwise, those madmen who killed their own family members for power would have been invincible long ago."
"With your talent, the resources I invest in you could have the same, or even better, effect on other people."
Uchiha Teru knew that Uchiha Madara was testing him; if he really wasn't interested, he wouldn't have appeared before him.
"Lord Madara, others may not be willing to sacrifice everything for power like I am!"
"As long as you give me the power, I will carry out whatever your purpose may be without hesitation! Even if you have ulterior motives towards me, I will not resist!"
"Just give me strength!"
Uchiha Hikaru spoke earnestly, his words revealing an unmistakable obsession and a hint of demonic power.
Zhiyi heard a chilling laugh.
"Very good, I like juniors like you."
A knife extended from the black-robed man's chest and then gently fell to the ground, its tip embedded in the earth, creating a horrifying scene.
"This sword is called Futsu-no-Mitama. It can be said to be a powerful weapon on the battlefield. Stealing lives can quickly enhance your strength."
"But do you have the capacity to use it?"
Uchiha Hikaru looked at the sword that exuded a faint, ominous aura and said firmly:
"I will use it successfully, no matter the cost."
Seeing Uchiha Teru's determined expression, Shiki reminded him:
"Frequent use of Futsu-no-Mitama will cause your soul to be controlled by it until you die in battle, at which point your soul will become nourishment for your sword."
"It's fair. As long as it can give me the power I want, I don't mind giving it my soul."
Uchiha Hikaru slowly walked up to Futsu-no-Mitama, placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and then gripped it tightly.
A pure life force and soul energy were transmitted to him through Futsu-no-Mitama.
"This is... power!"
"Ha ha…"
Uchiha Teru rubbed his forehead with one hand, threw his head back and laughed wildly, his joy overflowing uncontrollably.
"Finally... I can finally possess great power."
He could vaguely sense that the knife was touching his soul, even assimilating it.
But he didn't care at all, and even cooperated with Futsu-no-Mitama to assimilate his soul.
In order to gain more power.
"It seems you're quite satisfied. Futsu-no-Mitama used to be my sword, but unfortunately, it couldn't keep up with the speed at which I've grown stronger."
The man in black robes said indifferently, showing no reluctance towards Futsu-no-Mitama and completely disregarding the sword.
Even his concern for Uchiha Hikaru was greater than that for Futsu-no-Mitama.
"I'm really looking forward to what surprises you'll bring me."
The black-robed figure folded repeatedly from top to bottom, creating a very mysterious scene. After a moment, only a black dot remained on the ground before disappearing completely.
Uchiha Teru didn't care when the man in black robes left, and absentmindedly stroked the sword in his hand.
"Baby, the war won't stop, it will start soon, and then I'll make sure you're well-fed."
The image of Uchiha Kagura was reflected in the blade of Futsu-no-Mitama, and the single tomoe quietly evolved into a double tomoe.
The crimson Sharingan slowly rotated, appearing exceptionally alluring.
(End of this chapter)