This was far beyond anything an ordinary person could hope to match.
Even after mustering every ounce of his strength to resist this overwhelming pressure, he still couldn't do it.
That meant the man before him possessed power that far exceeded his own.
And if that was the case—if someone stronger than him, now that he already possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan—then wasn't this…
Of course. It could only be the legendary Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan!
The thought alone was staggering. The Mangekyō Sharingan was already terrifyingly powerful—so how strong would the Eternal Mangekyō be?
Uchiha Izuna felt the crushing force and was equally shaken.
At that moment, he finally understood why his brother had said there was a major announcement to make.
For the clan to welcome someone this strong…
The other Uchiha present were no different. Their faces turned pale, their voices caught in their throats.
The Uchiha now were not the battered clan they would become after joining Konoha.
Surrounded by enemies and constant warfare—especially against the Senju—they had grown stronger than ever.
Within the clan, not only Uchiha Tajima, the clan head, possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan—so too did Uchiha Honoka, Uchiha Shimizu, Uchiha Maiichi, and Uchiha Shuo.
Five Mangekyō users in total.
There were also many with fully developed three-tomoe Sharingan, and even more with two-tomoe.
The Uchiha were at their peak.
Yet despite that, all of them were suppressed by Kaede alone.
That alone proved the depth of his power.
The oppressive force lasted only a moment before Kaede withdrew it.
The crowd, however, still looked at him in disbelief.
Even the child in his arms only dared to cry after the pressure was gone.
"My lord!"
The Uchiha, freed from the suffocating weight, dropped to one knee in unison, paying their respects.
Seeing this, Madara felt the weight in his chest finally lift.
Kaede gave a small nod. "Mm."
The crowd rose.
"My lord, where do you hail from?"
"My lord, since you have accepted Madara as your disciple, would you consider teaching my son as well? He is quite gifted, and I believe he could one day serve the clan well."
"My lord, your strength… even the clan head…"
The people clustered around Kaede, speaking over one another. Many wanted him to train their children—being taught by someone so strong could change their futures entirely.
"Enough. Disperse. Our honored guest has only just arrived—let him rest. Tonight, we will hold a banquet in his honor."
Sensing Kaede's growing impatience, Tajima quickly waved everyone away.
Realizing the guest was not someone who had grown up within their clan and hearing their leader's order, the crowd reluctantly dispersed—though they kept glancing at Kaede from the corners of their eyes.
"Come, my lord. I'll arrange your lodging." Tajima turned to lead the way.
"Teacher, let's go," Madara said.
"Mm."
With Tajima ahead, Madara and Izuna flanked Kaede.
Before long, they arrived at the prepared dwelling.
It was sturdier than the tents most clansmen lived in—built from stone, with beast hides and cloth for decoration—but still modest.
"At least it's not a tent," Tajima said with a smile. "The place is simple. I hope you won't mind."
Ninja life was far from noble luxury. The Uchiha could not afford to build lavish homes—war could destroy them at any time, making such expense wasteful.
"It's fine," Kaede replied, shaking his head. He was not one for indulgence, and he knew this was the Warring States period—most shinobi clans lived the same way.
"My lord, your power gives you great influence here, and you are also my son Madara's teacher. If you need resources, speak, and I will provide them without question. Tonight, the clan will hold a banquet in your honor—will you attend?"
Tajima smiled as he spoke.
"Mm. Here—some ninjutsu scrolls. Not the best, but take them."
Kaede casually produced several A-rank scrolls from his storage space and tossed them to Tajima.
A-rank techniques—ordinary to Kaede, but treasures to any clan.
In truth, they would be precious to anyone. Not every clan could produce a Senju Hashirama or Uchiha Madara.
The higher the rank of the technique, the greater the chakra cost—but also the greater the odds of surviving on the battlefield.
"Thank you, my lord!"
Tajima was overjoyed. Clutching the scrolls, he left at once to consult with the clan elders.
"Teacher, thank you!" Madara said.
He didn't know exactly what the scrolls contained, but judging by his father's reaction, they were clearly high-level.
"It's nothing. Rest for today. Training starts tomorrow. Don't expect me to go easy on you—you'll be put through the strictest regimen. If you can't endure it, you're not worthy to be my disciple."
"Yes! I'll give it my all," Madara said with a firm nod.
(End of Chapter)
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