Mangekyo Sharingan!
At this moment, Sasuke Uchiha had finally obtained the pair of eyes he had long dreamed of.
Although the Mangekyo pattern was still the six-pointed star as in the original, the inner ability had become completely different!
Sora asked, “What ocular power did you awaken?”
“…” With only three others present besides himself, Sasuke didn’t really want to show it.
The Uchiha were always reluctant to express themselves.
Sora’s eyes lit up. “Let me see!”
Sasuke felt helpless… He had promised earlier that if he got the method to awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan, he would do anything.
Now, he hadn’t just obtained the method—he had directly awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan!
Unlike Orochimaru, who had ulterior motives, this person had simply granted him power, and remembering his earlier promise, Sasuke made a decision.
“Fine, I’ll show you—the power of the Uchiha.”
Outwardly calm, but inwardly thrilled, Sasuke took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, then solemnly gathered chakra in his eyes. The six-pointed star began to spin.
‘Come forth, come forth, come forth…’
‘Spirits of the Uchiha, those who remember this name, respond to my call!’
‘I am the descendant of the Uchiha.’
‘Appear, crossing the boundary of life and death!’
‘Uchiha!’
Sasuke called out from his heart and spoke the name of his newly awakened ocular power: “Yomi-tsu!”
Its ability—to summon souls.
“!”
In the seal space, Kurama suddenly bristled.
This ability was terrifying!!!
“Wowww!” Naruto and Amaru watched with wide eyes, utterly shaken.
‘So many people!’
“…I see,” Sora thought of how, in canon, the Sage of Six Paths had summoned the past Five Kage without needing sacrifices.
It proved that summoning souls was within the scope of chakra abilities, and now, Sasuke had turned it into his Mangekyo ocular power.
This moment mirrored that.
The Uchiha’s necromancer!
“Father, Mother…”
Seeing the two figures he hadn’t seen in nearly ten years, Sasuke couldn’t hold back his intense longing and burst into tears.
“…Sasuke? Is that you, Sasuke?” Fugaku and Mikoto were stunned.
They walked toward Sasuke.
The three reached out to touch each other, but Sasuke couldn’t feel anything solid.
“!”
This ocular power, “Yomi-tsu,” could summon souls; however, it could not create physical bodies.
Sasuke growled in frustration, “Damn it, this ability is flawed!”
A gentle voice sounded, “Your jutsu is already incredible.”
Sasuke turned toward the voice and saw—”Shisui.”
It was the spirit of Shisui Uchiha.
“Uh, at least call me Shisui-nii,” Shisui laughed awkwardly.
Sasuke ignored him.
‘Haa…’ Shisui sighed inwardly. This kid really wasn’t cute anymore.
Looking around at the growing number of Uchiha spirits, many familiar faces, Shisui frowned.
“How did so many of you die?”
If it were just Uchiha ninja, it would be understandable—missions were dangerous.
But many of these spirits were civilians, not shinobi.
Given Sasuke’s age, it had only been about ten years since Shisui’s death… How could so many civilians have died in such a short time?
“I want to ask the same,” a man said who used to run a pancake shop.
Another middle-aged man agreed, “Yeah, I think I just died in my sleep.”
More and more voices chimed in.
Men, women, old, and young—everyone was confused.
Shisui listened, face growing graver.
…These non-shinobi Uchiha didn’t even know how they died.
What exactly happened?
Shisui turned to Fugaku, “Fugaku-sama, forgive my rudeness, but how did you die?”
“…” Fugaku found it hard to speak.
Sasuke answered for him, “It was Itachi!”
“Huh?” Shisui froze.
Fugaku and Mikoto’s expressions grew more complicated.
Sasuke said darkly, gritting his teeth, “To test his capacity, Itachi slaughtered the entire Uchiha clan by himself.”
“Impossible!” Shisui couldn’t believe it.
He had entrusted Itachi with changing the relationship between the clan and the village—what testing of capacity, how had it ended up like this?
“…” Naruto wanted to speak, but hesitated.
When he had encountered Itachi during the Kazekage Rescue Mission, Itachi had said, “It’s not becoming Hokage that earns recognition, but being recognized makes one Hokage” and entrusted Sasuke to him.
…Someone who said such words shouldn’t be a bloodthirsty killer, right?
There had to be hidden truths.
However, at this moment, Naruto’s doubts went unnoticed.
An Uchiha jonin spoke, “I don’t want to defend Itachi, but it wasn’t him who killed me—it was a masked man who couldn’t be killed no matter how hard I fought.”
“Me too,” another Uchiha jonin said.
Several others confirmed—most of the ninja had been killed by the same masked man.
Sasuke trembled with rage, “The masked man—so he was involved too!”
Naruto thought, as expected, there was more to the story.
Then—
A low, mocking voice sounded, “Uchiha, immersed in their false peace, were doomed to perish.”
‘Who is that?!’
The spirits turned and glared—only to freeze.
A man clad in red armor, with waist-length hair—Uchiha Madara!
“Madara-sama!”
Among the spirits, some of Madara’s former followers were so excited they trembled.
“Brother, don’t say that,” a nearby spirit said.
Looking similar to Sasuke, it was Madara’s brother—Izuna Uchiha.
“Izuna, to see you again…” Madara thought bitterly—his current existence was far beyond any plan he had made.
The awakening of such a jutsu—unexpected and incomprehensible!
Another spirit, resembling both Madara and Izuna, sighed, “To think the Uchiha would fall so far… Still, Madara, you shouldn’t say such things.”
“Father!” Izuna cried joyfully.
It was their father, Tajima Uchiha.
“…” Madara looked away, face stiff.
Having an elder present made all his lofty speeches feel awkward.
Father was still father.
Thank goodness his mother hadn’t shown up—yet.
But given the nature of this ocular power, her appearance was only a matter of time.
‘Damn it! This jutsu is too wicked!’
‘More wicked than even Tobirama Senju!’
With his elder present, Madara felt completely uncomfortable.
To ease the awkwardness, he turned his gaze to the few non-Uchiha present—A blond-haired boy, a Konoha shinobi, strangely foxlike.
A red-haired girl—probably from the Uzumaki clan.
A blond-haired woman—a monk, yet keeping such long hair and walking barefoot—weird.
And a white-robed man…
Madara stared…
Another spirit—but not dressed as any Uchiha.
The clothes looked ancient—like from the Sage of Six Paths’ era.
‘Could he be…’
“You’re their ancestor. Want to go talk?” Sora asked the white-robed man.
Though summoned among the Uchiha spirits, this man bore a different name—Otsutsuki Indra!
“You know me?” Indra looked at Sora, surprised.
The Uchiha around him had no particular reaction to him—they had long forgotten his face.
Though his blood ran in their veins, to them he was a stranger.
Knowing this, Indra didn’t bother.
‘…Should I go play the ancestor card?’
Indra thought, ‘No. I, Indra, am not good with words!’
Still, it surprised him that this monk, not an Uchiha, recognized him—A knowledgeable monk, indeed.
He decided to let it go and turned his gaze to Naruto and Sasuke.
With a slight smile, he said, “Ashura, I have won.”
He immediately recognized Sasuke as his chakra reincarnation, Naruto as Ashura’s.
And clearly—Indra’s reincarnation was winning.
…
The Uchiha spirits chattered and argued, yet couldn’t figure out the truth of the massacre.
Fugaku only knew there had been conflict between the clan and the village, and that Itachi was the executioner—no more.
He asked, “Shisui, how did you die?”
After death, rumors said Itachi killed Shisui—though the truth was unknown.
Now, given this chance, they wanted to ask.
The other Uchiha spirits pricked up their ears.
The death of Shisui was still a mystery!
“…It was Danzo.”
Shisui finally admitted, and recounted his battle, “I used a genjutsu on him at the start, should have knocked him out—but it had no effect. He attacked me as if I hadn’t used it. I didn’t expect it, and he took one of my eyes.”
Even though, as a spirit, Shisui now had both eyes again.
“Unaffected… could it be Izanagi?”
“But Danzo didn’t have a Sharingan, how could he use Izanagi?”
“What if…he had a Sharingan?”
The spirits buzzed angrily.
‘Danzo, using a Sharingan?’
An Uchiha spirit muttered, “Danzo became that kind of person…”
Shisui turned to the speaker, shocked, “Grandpa! I’m glad to see you!”
It was Kagami Uchiha—the Second Hokage’s disciple, once Danzo’s comrade.
Kagami chuckled dryly, “Meeting like this as spirits, I can’t say I’m happy.”
Shisui laughed awkwardly, then turned serious.
He realized the number of spirits was growing.
“Sasuke, how are your eyes?” he asked.
Spirits were pulled toward the Pure Land—without a physical vessel, they couldn’t stay long.
…Yet here they lingered.
Undoubtedly, Sasuke’s ocular power was keeping them, and the number of spirits meant a huge drain on eye power.
The drain was manageable—chakra could recover—but the bigger risk… was permanent vision loss!
“What?” Sasuke was puzzled.
Not far away, Izuna said, “Using ocular powers too much damages eyesight—right, brother?”
He turned—but Madara was gone.
‘Where did brother go?’
Shisui urged Sasuke, “Sasuke, release the jutsu!”
Fugaku and Mikoto also pleaded—They didn’t want their son to lose his sight so young.
Sasuke hesitated, reluctant.
But… thinking it over, he had just awakened this power—he could summon his parents’ spirits anytime.
“Alright, Father, Mother, until next time.”
He forced a smile, said farewell, and deactivated the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Yomi-tsu ended.
The spirits were pulled back to the Pure Land—including Indra.
“…”
Sasuke’s vision blurred briefly.
It quickly stabilized, though he could tell—his eyesight had indeed diminished.
Whether temporary or permanent, he didn’t know.
“Itachi, masked man, Danzo…”
Thinking of them, Sasuke’s heart twisted—confusion, rage, hatred—a storm of emotions.
Zero-Tails watched Sasuke hungrily.
‘A born evil Uchiha brat!’
Despite that, it dared not make a move… Otherwise, that monk would banish it to the deep sea.
— The end of the Chapter–
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