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UTBW: Ch. 43
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 02:30:50 +0000 UTCIn Junichi's eyes, the three tomoe suddenly transformed, becoming three sharp, elongated prisms.
Boom!
A wave of ocular power, dozens of times stronger than the regular three-tomoe Sharingan, surged out. Like an invisible tide, it spread in all directions, filling a thirty-meter radius with a strange, eerie chill.
"To think I'd awaken the Mangekyō at a time like this…"
Junichi was a little surprised, but soon smiled.
"Tenjimei, huh? A fine ability."
As a transmigrator, he naturally looked down on ordinary Mangekyō abilities, at the very least, they needed to be related to space-time, or possess some extremely special power. And now, the Mangekyō ability he had awakened was one related to the domain of time.
Its effect was straightforward and brutal.
It was… Acceleration!
He could double the speed of his own time, making his movements appear twice as fast to others.
"Kinda like Kiritsugu's Innate Time Control." He gently touched the edge of his eye socket.
He could feel the immense ocular power residing in his new Mangekyō. It was far from its peak.
As long as he honed it, the power of Tenjimei would grow stronger. Eventually, it wouldn't just be double speed. Five times. Ten times. Even dozens of times, all entirely possible.
"My speed was already fast. With the amplification from Tenjimei, I might move faster than the human nervous system can even react!"
"In the end, even high-level dōjutsu like the Mangekyō or Rinnegan won't be able to track my movements!"
While murmuring to himself, Junichi suddenly sensed something and turned around.
A few seconds later, led by a clan member with a three-tomoe Sharingan, seven more clan members used the Body Flicker Technique to rapidly approach. The moment they saw Junichi standing there, they immediately sensed the deep ocular power emanating from his eyes, clearly above the level of three tomoe.
"Mangekyō!?"
The eight clan members froze in shock. To think that in this era, two Mangekyō had awakened one after the other. Unfortunately, one of them belonged to a traitor.
Their eyes scanned the area, and quickly landed on the corpse split in two on the ground.
The eight of them clenched their teeth, faces twisted with hatred. Itachi had stood with the village… he was unworthy to possess Mangekyō Sharingan!
"You…" The leader of the group looked at Junichi with hesitation and asked, "Are you Junichi?"
"I am," Junichi nodded lightly.
Hiss—!
All eight of them inhaled sharply. This version of Junichi was completely different from how they remembered him.
The old Junichi had been thin and cold-eyed.
But now?
He was broad-shouldered and built like a humanoid bear, muscles bulging and straining against his clothes. If not for the vague familiarity in his facial features, they would have thought he was a completely different person!
"What happened to you? Why do you look like this?" the leader asked in surprise.
"I used a forbidden technique, but that's not important," Junichi brushed it off casually, then abruptly changed the subject: "Got any nutrient jars for storing Sharingan?"
"Give me three. I'm going to store these Mangekyō Sharingan."
This was standard practice. The Uchiha clan collected the eyes of deceased clan members. Many carried storage jars with them.
"We do, but… three?" The number made the eight hesitate for a moment.
"In addition to his own pair, there's one of Shisui's. I have it," Junichi said calmly.
"What!?" The eight clan members were stunned.
"Shisui awakened the Mangekyō too?"
"And he has it!"
"Damn it, Shisui's death must be connected to him!"
"I knew there was something suspicious about him!"
Their rage deepened. Back when Shisui died, both his eyes had gone missing. The clan had questioned the situation at the time. Itachi claimed he had no idea what had happened.
That bastard! He had been lying to the clan from the very beginning!
"All right, just hand over the glass tubes," Junichi urged, not bothering to explain anything about Itachi.
In his eyes, both Itachi and Shisui were brainless fools. Their way of thinking was completely incomprehensible to normal people.
Several clan members hurriedly pulled out the containers they carried and respectfully handed them over.
Their attitude toward Junichi had clearly shifted.
Because the scene before them made it obvious: Junichi had killed Itachi. That overwhelming strike that had sliced through Susanoo must have come from him as well.
And on top of that, he now possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Given the Uchiha clan's typical reverence for strength, the fact that they hadn't already dropped to their knees in worship was restraint in itself.
"Um, Junichi…" The three-tomoe Sharingan user hesitated and asked, "Do you know where Shisui's other eye is?"
"It's in Danzō's hands," Junichi replied flatly.
"Danzō!!" Hearing that name, all eight clan members erupted in fury, their hair practically standing on end with rage. The person they hated most, the one who had always targeted the Uchiha clan, was Danzō. Now hearing that he had stolen Shisui's eye only made their anger burn hotter.
"Let's go," Junichi said calmly, having stored the three Mangekyō eyes.
"Go where?" the eight clan members blinked in confusion.
"Where do you think?" Junichi looked at them as if they were being stupid. "I'm taking you… to fight back."
At those words, blood rushed through their veins, their spirits ignited.
"Fight back!"
"Take them down!"
"Kill the Third Hokage and Danzō!"
Their battle cries rang out loudly, full of passion. They had endured enough for too long. Now, it was time for the Uchiha to strike back!
"Keep up." Junichi gave them a glance, nodded slightly to himself, then turned and rushed toward the nearest battle zone.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
The eight clan members used the Body Flicker Technique to follow closely behind Junichi.
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Meanwhile, at central area of the Uchiha compound, fierce fighting rang out from every corner.
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Ninja swords and kunai clashed wildly, throwing up sparks again and again.
Every so often, an explosion from a ninjutsu technique would rock the area, sending out a deafening blast.
"Ha… ha… ha…" An elderly man in his sixties, panting heavily, drew his ninja blade and kicked aside the corpse of a Root ninja.
Though aged, his presence was overwhelming. His strange three-tomoe Sharingan eyes radiated a powerful aura.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he looked coldly around.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
One by one, masked ninja wearing standardized light armor appeared in every direction.
In the blink of an eye, the rooftops, streets, and walls were all filled with these masked ninjas. They looked nearly identical to the earlier group of masked attackers. But if one looked closely, there was a subtle difference in their aura.
And the patterns on their masks, this newer group's masks were even more vivid and striking.
