Chapter 35
The Grand Elder's Invitation
The Naka River.
"Ping, ping! Ping..."
Mo Kuwu blocked Zhishui's short sword with a horizontal stroke. Amidst the sparks, he suddenly grabbed Zhishui's hair with his other hand. Zhishui's pupils turned, and he slashed upwards with his short sword towards Mo's wrist. However, the next moment, Mo's hand that was grabbing Zhishui's head suddenly retracted, and the short sword grazed his fingers and struck the air.
"A feint attack?! That's it..."
Before Zhi Shui could finish his thought, a powerful side kick struck him in the abdomen.
"Ugh!"
Shisui's pupils trembled violently, his body curled up like a shrimp, and he felt as if he was about to vomit his bile. His entire body was sent flying in an instant.
"Bang!"
He landed heavily on his back after hitting the tree, and the entire trunk trembled.
Mo did not press the attack, but instead shook his head and said:
"Your swordsmanship relies too much on the Sharingan. Without the Sharingan's dynamic vision and predictive abilities, you are easily deceived. Remember, first learn to actively observe in battle, and then use the Sharingan to enhance your perception. That's enough for today. You are not allowed to use the Sharingan when practicing swordsmanship in the future."
Shisui rubbed his head and nodded, while Mo sat down cross-legged to the side and began his cultivation.
The bloodline limit for fusing fire and lightning is temporarily stalled, but Mo has other training tasks to complete.
His talent might be considered top-notch, but that's only compared to ordinary people. Compared to geniuses like Shisui and Kakashi, Mo knew he was far inferior.
The reason he was able to possess such strength at the age of ten was not only due to the power brought by the Seven-Colored Lotus, but also because of his own hard work.
Improving proficiency and unlocking abilities can increase Mo's stats, but he needs to learn basic skills, combat abilities, physical skills, and even illusions on his own.
But it is precisely because the seven-colored lotus can reduce his burden and quantify his cultivation results that his cultivation efficiency can be twice as good with half the effort.
According to the training plan that Mo set for himself, today's theme is illusion.
He took out a pre-prepared scroll from his ninja tool bag, spread it out on the ground, and began to examine it closely.
The Magical Illusion: Shackles Technique is an A-rank genjutsu that relies on the Sharingan. It's a low-powered version of Tsukuyomi. Orochimaru was defeated by Itachi using this technique and left the Akatsuki organization.
Its manifestation is similar to Tsukuyomi. The caster constructs a mental world, and the captured enemy feels as if a huge iron nail is piercing through their body. While enduring excruciating pain, they are unable to move freely, and their limbs are also restrained by small iron nails. It is one of the most mentally damaging illusions among conventional illusions.
The sun was setting in the west, and it was lunchtime again.
The two set off on their journey home together, but as soon as they arrived back at their clan's territory, a middle-aged man with short brown hair, wearing a dark blue long robe, and squinty eyes jogged up to them.
Seeing this, the two paused slightly. Once he was in front of them, Shisui asked, "Uncle Yashiro, is there something you need?"
The Eighth Hokage of the Uchiha clan, 32 years old, a Jonin, was a pillar of the clan's radical faction. After Shisui's death in the original story, it was he who led Uchiha Inahi and Uchiha Tetsuka to confront Itachi.
The Eighth Generations smiled, raised a hand to ruffle Shisui's hair, looked at Uchiha Sumire on their left, slightly opened their eyes, and said:
"Mo, the Grand Elder has invited you to his house for lunch today."
Uchiha Mo looked up at the sky, then turned his gaze back and said, "I understand, Shisui, you come with me too."
He had just given Root a resounding slap yesterday, and given Danzo's petty nature, he was probably furious. So Shisui couldn't stray too far from him now, otherwise he was worried that the mad dog might do something outrageous.
"Huh? Me too? Is that appropriate?"
Shisui pointed to himself and looked at Uchiha Yatsuho with some confusion.
"Hahaha! Don't worry, the Elder's family has plenty of food to eat." Yashiro laughed and ruffled Shisui's hair into a messy chicken coop.
The two brothers' parents passed away when Zhishui was not even a year old. Five-year-old Mo went on missions with his clan to earn money while relying on the inheritance left by his parents to raise Zhishui in different foster homes. Therefore, Zhishui was a child who grew up eating food from many families in the clan.
The elders in the clan almost all liked this gifted and gentle child. In addition, he was Mo's younger brother, so they had never mistreated him. In fact, most of the clan members said they didn't want money when they received Zhishui, but Mo insisted on giving it to them.
"Let's go, or the Grand Elder will get worried."
The Eighth Hokage patted Shisui on the shoulder and led the way, with the two brothers following closely behind.
The elder's residence was near the Naga Shrine, and Mo and Shisui had returned to their clan's territory from the Naga River, so the distance wasn't far. After a short while, a dark little house came into view.
Yatsushiro led the three into the courtyard and called out to the house.
"Elder Setsuna, I've brought the ink!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of steady footsteps echoed from inside the room.
A moment later, a small old man with a somewhat gloomy face and a slightly thin figure emerged from the darkness of the doorway. He had short hair with black and white strands, and although he looked somewhat old, his eyes were still bright and piercing.
Uchiha Setsuna, 51 years old, is the same age as Hiruzen Sarutobi. He is currently the eldest elder of the Uchiha clan and the leader of the hawk faction, holding a very important position.
"Shisui is here too? Come in and have a seat."
Shisui returned a smile, then followed Mo slowly into the house. Uchiha Hachidai turned and left upon seeing this.
The meal that Setsuna prepared was not lavish; its appearance, quantity, and taste were not as good as what Shisui prepared at home. However, the two brothers were not dissatisfied.
The three of them quickly finished their food around a small table. After drinking the last cup of wine, Setsuna turned her gaze to Shisui and said softly:
"Zhishui, please wait outside for a moment. Your brother and I have some things to discuss."
Zhi Shui looked up at Mo's profile, and seeing that he didn't react, she nodded, got up, opened the living room door, and went into the yard.
She immediately put down her wine glass on the table and looked at Mo Ping's calm face.
"I heard... you awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan? And you destroyed four of Kakuzu's hearts?"
Mo did not respond, but his black eyes suddenly turned crimson, and three jet-black tomoe lay quietly in his pupils.
He paused for a moment, but his expression didn't change much.
He was silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.
"Mo, what do you think the Uchiha should do now...?"
"Ping, ping! Ping..."
Mo Kuwu blocked Zhishui's short sword with a horizontal stroke. Amidst the sparks, he suddenly grabbed Zhishui's hair with his other hand. Zhishui's pupils turned, and he slashed upwards with his short sword towards Mo's wrist. However, the next moment, Mo's hand that was grabbing Zhishui's head suddenly retracted, and the short sword grazed his fingers and struck the air.
"A feint attack?! That's it..."
Before Zhi Shui could finish his thought, a powerful side kick struck him in the abdomen.
"Ugh!"
Shisui's pupils trembled violently, his body curled up like a shrimp, and he felt as if he was about to vomit his bile. His entire body was sent flying in an instant.
"Bang!"
He landed heavily on his back after hitting the tree, and the entire trunk trembled.
Mo did not press the attack, but instead shook his head and said:
"Your swordsmanship relies too much on the Sharingan. Without the Sharingan's dynamic vision and predictive abilities, you are easily deceived. Remember, first learn to actively observe in battle, and then use the Sharingan to enhance your perception. That's enough for today. You are not allowed to use the Sharingan when practicing swordsmanship in the future."
Shisui rubbed his head and nodded, while Mo sat down cross-legged to the side and began his cultivation.
The bloodline limit for fusing fire and lightning is temporarily stalled, but Mo has other training tasks to complete.
His talent might be considered top-notch, but that's only compared to ordinary people. Compared to geniuses like Shisui and Kakashi, Mo knew he was far inferior.
The reason he was able to possess such strength at the age of ten was not only due to the power brought by the Seven-Colored Lotus, but also because of his own hard work.
Improving proficiency and unlocking abilities can increase Mo's stats, but he needs to learn basic skills, combat abilities, physical skills, and even illusions on his own.
But it is precisely because the seven-colored lotus can reduce his burden and quantify his cultivation results that his cultivation efficiency can be twice as good with half the effort.
According to the training plan that Mo set for himself, today's theme is illusion.
He took out a pre-prepared scroll from his ninja tool bag, spread it out on the ground, and began to examine it closely.
The Magical Illusion: Shackles Technique is an A-rank genjutsu that relies on the Sharingan. It's a low-powered version of Tsukuyomi. Orochimaru was defeated by Itachi using this technique and left the Akatsuki organization.
Its manifestation is similar to Tsukuyomi. The caster constructs a mental world, and the captured enemy feels as if a huge iron nail is piercing through their body. While enduring excruciating pain, they are unable to move freely, and their limbs are also restrained by small iron nails. It is one of the most mentally damaging illusions among conventional illusions.
The sun was setting in the west, and it was lunchtime again.
The two set off on their journey home together, but as soon as they arrived back at their clan's territory, a middle-aged man with short brown hair, wearing a dark blue long robe, and squinty eyes jogged up to them.
Seeing this, the two paused slightly. Once he was in front of them, Shisui asked, "Uncle Yashiro, is there something you need?"
The Eighth Hokage of the Uchiha clan, 32 years old, a Jonin, was a pillar of the clan's radical faction. After Shisui's death in the original story, it was he who led Uchiha Inahi and Uchiha Tetsuka to confront Itachi.
The Eighth Generations smiled, raised a hand to ruffle Shisui's hair, looked at Uchiha Sumire on their left, slightly opened their eyes, and said:
"Mo, the Grand Elder has invited you to his house for lunch today."
Uchiha Mo looked up at the sky, then turned his gaze back and said, "I understand, Shisui, you come with me too."
He had just given Root a resounding slap yesterday, and given Danzo's petty nature, he was probably furious. So Shisui couldn't stray too far from him now, otherwise he was worried that the mad dog might do something outrageous.
"Huh? Me too? Is that appropriate?"
Shisui pointed to himself and looked at Uchiha Yatsuho with some confusion.
"Hahaha! Don't worry, the Elder's family has plenty of food to eat." Yashiro laughed and ruffled Shisui's hair into a messy chicken coop.
The two brothers' parents passed away when Zhishui was not even a year old. Five-year-old Mo went on missions with his clan to earn money while relying on the inheritance left by his parents to raise Zhishui in different foster homes. Therefore, Zhishui was a child who grew up eating food from many families in the clan.
The elders in the clan almost all liked this gifted and gentle child. In addition, he was Mo's younger brother, so they had never mistreated him. In fact, most of the clan members said they didn't want money when they received Zhishui, but Mo insisted on giving it to them.
"Let's go, or the Grand Elder will get worried."
The Eighth Hokage patted Shisui on the shoulder and led the way, with the two brothers following closely behind.
The elder's residence was near the Naga Shrine, and Mo and Shisui had returned to their clan's territory from the Naga River, so the distance wasn't far. After a short while, a dark little house came into view.
Yatsushiro led the three into the courtyard and called out to the house.
"Elder Setsuna, I've brought the ink!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of steady footsteps echoed from inside the room.
A moment later, a small old man with a somewhat gloomy face and a slightly thin figure emerged from the darkness of the doorway. He had short hair with black and white strands, and although he looked somewhat old, his eyes were still bright and piercing.
Uchiha Setsuna, 51 years old, is the same age as Hiruzen Sarutobi. He is currently the eldest elder of the Uchiha clan and the leader of the hawk faction, holding a very important position.
"Shisui is here too? Come in and have a seat."
Shisui returned a smile, then followed Mo slowly into the house. Uchiha Hachidai turned and left upon seeing this.
The meal that Setsuna prepared was not lavish; its appearance, quantity, and taste were not as good as what Shisui prepared at home. However, the two brothers were not dissatisfied.
The three of them quickly finished their food around a small table. After drinking the last cup of wine, Setsuna turned her gaze to Shisui and said softly:
"Zhishui, please wait outside for a moment. Your brother and I have some things to discuss."
Zhi Shui looked up at Mo's profile, and seeing that he didn't react, she nodded, got up, opened the living room door, and went into the yard.
She immediately put down her wine glass on the table and looked at Mo Ping's calm face.
"I heard... you awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan? And you destroyed four of Kakuzu's hearts?"
Mo did not respond, but his black eyes suddenly turned crimson, and three jet-black tomoe lay quietly in his pupils.
He paused for a moment, but his expression didn't change much.
He was silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.
"Mo, what do you think the Uchiha should do now...?"