"Young Clan Leader Madara, Young Clan Leader Izuna—now that our Clan Leader and Senju Butsuma have perished together, we have no time to grieve. We must first find a way to withdraw our forces back to clan territory."
In the Land of Fire, at a temporary camp on the Yunshan battlefield, a middle-aged man in his forties spoke solemnly from within the main command tent.
This man, named Uchiha Tsukiyo, was second only to Uchiha Tajima in strength within the clan. As deputy clan leader, he had long served as Tajima's right hand.
Just the day before yesterday, during a great battle between the Uchiha and Senju—the two strongest clans of the Warring States Era—Uchiha Tajima and Senju Butsuma had perished together.
Now, the remnants of both clans were encamped only a few dozen miles apart. Another clash could erupt at any moment.
Uchiha Tsukiyo pressed firmly for an immediate retreat, bringing the troops home to recover.
"I fear the Senju will not let us go so easily," said Uchiha Madara coldly, his voice steady despite being only in his early twenties.
Several clan members nodded in grim agreement.
"Young Clan Leader Madara is right.""Though both patriarchs are dead, we, the Uchiha, are at a disadvantage.""I doubt the Senju would miss such a golden opportunity.""If we retreat, they will surely pursue with all their might."
Though Tajima and Butsuma had fallen together, the overall balance of the war favored the Senju. The greatest fear now was that, in retreat, the Uchiha would be hounded and destroyed from behind.
Madara turned his gaze toward his younger brother, seated silently at his side. "Izuna. What do you think?"
Izuna, however, was still reeling. Never in his wildest imagination had he expected this—to awaken within the world of Naruto.
And not in peaceful times, but in the cruelest era of all—the Warring States!
If he had to transmigrate, he would much rather have landed in the era of Uzumaki Boruto, where people played video games while waiting for the end.
But that was not the choice before him. He had no choice but to accept reality.
Rubbing his temples, Izuna finally spoke: "It's already late. Let us all rest for tonight and discuss this tomorrow morning."
The gathered Uchiha leaders blinked in surprise. None of them had expected Izuna to give such an answer.
"This… we don't have time for that."One elite jōnin protested. "The Senju may already be preparing to attack us. We should decide immediately."
But at that moment, Madara cut in."No—Izuna makes sense."
He paused, his eyes narrowing."Hashirama… No, I know Senju Hashirama well. With Butsuma dead, though Senju Yūma now bears much weight within their clan, both sides are still exhausted after the great battle two days ago. If war were to erupt again, casualties would multiply several times over. With Hashirama's character, he would not choose a surprise attack now."
"Tonight, we will do as Izuna says. Rest well, and tomorrow morning we will discuss our course."
Hearing Madara's command, the others reconsidered. His logic seemed sound, and so they fell silent, leaving the command tent to return to their own quarters.
When only Madara and Izuna remained, Madara turned to his brother."Izuna, do you have something you wanted to tell me privately?"
Izuna nearly grimaced. Seriously? I just got dumped into this world, I was trying to clear my thoughts… and you think I'm hinting at some secret conversation?
Still, since Madara had asked, Izuna shifted to a safer topic."Brother… have you awakened too? That power?"
During the earlier meeting, Izuna had quietly probed his own body and discovered it—he had awakened the greatest gift of the Uchiha bloodline: the Mangekyō Sharingan.
In the original story, Obito had deceived Sasuke, claiming Madara and Izuna gained their eyes by killing their closest friends.
But the truth was different. Just as Obito and Kakashi had awakened their Mangekyō by witnessing Rin's death, Madara and Izuna had awakened theirs through the death of their father, Uchiha Tajima.
Madara froze, his expression shifting."Izuna… you mean, you too?"
Izuna closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the three tomoe spun into motion, reshaping themselves into a new pattern—a glyph like the shape of a man.
Madara too closed his eyes. When they opened, his Sharingan no longer bore the ordinary three tomoe, but a hooked crescent arc unlike any seen before.
Both brothers bore the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"This new form of the eye… what is it exactly?" Madara whispered, covering one eye with his hand.
"I believe," Izuna replied, "that by witnessing the death of one most dear, the three-tomoe Sharingan evolves once more—into this, the Mangekyō Sharingan."
"Mangekyō Sharingan?" Madara repeated softly. "A name you chose? …It is fitting."
"Then tonight, let's first explore the powers of the Mangekyō. Tomorrow, we'll discuss how to deal with the Senju pursuit."
Izuna suggested firmly.
Madara considered, then nodded. The two brothers separated, each returning to their tent for the night.
[Player: Uchiha Izuna]Cultivation: Kage-levelChakra Attributes: Fire, Wind, LightningBloodline Limit: Mangekyō Sharingan