"Ahhh!! Spear of Iron Sand!"
Without warning, Hata Saemon condensed a spear in his right hand and thrust it straight at Isamu.
Clack!
Isamu moved instantly, catching Hata Saemon's wrist mid-strike. Looking into his bloodshot eyes, he spoke coldly:
"When you still had your senses, you could at least fight me. But now… heh, you don't even deserve my attention."
With that, he kicked Hata Saemon away.
"Lord Kazekage!"
Chiyo and the others rushed forward, helping the fallen Kazekage to his feet.
"Cough… cough!"
Hata Saemon spat out another mouthful of blood, his body visibly weakening.
"Uchiha Isamu, don't go too far!"
Seeing his idol humiliated, Rasa could no longer hold back his anger.
"Heh. Anger without strength is meaningless. Let's go."
Isamu scoffed, dispersing the Nine-Tails Chakra Cloak from his group and turning to leave.
But at that moment—
"Sand Binding Coffin!"
The sand surged forward, instantly wrapping around Isamu and locking him in place.
Rasa clenched his fist, ready to crush him.
"Enough already… do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?"
"Susanoo!"
BOOM!
Isamu shattered the sand prison instantly as a Semi-Perfect Second Form Susanoo erupted around him.
The Susanoo formed a massive bow in its left hand and three enormous arrows in its right. As the bowstring was drawn, Isamu's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan gleamed.
"Scorch Style: Amaterasu Shigure!"
Black flames ignited along the arrows.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The arrows shot into the sky.
At their peak—
Kagutsuchi!
The arrows fragmented into countless smaller arrows of black flame, raining down like a storm.
Without even looking back, Isamu dismissed his Susanoo, activated Kamui, and vanished with his group.
The aftermath… was left to fate.
---
"Not good! Gold Dust Defense!"
Rasa reacted instantly, raising a protective barrier above the Sand Ninja.
"Iron Sand Defense!"
Using the last of his chakra, Hata Saemon erected a second layer of protection.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The rain of black flames crashed down relentlessly.
With both defenses combined, they barely held.
But the strain was too much—
Hata Saemon collapsed, losing consciousness.
"Lord Kazekage!"
"Lord Kazekage!"
Ebizo turned urgently to Chiyo.
"Sister, what do we do now?"
"Take Lord Kazekage back for treatment first. All forces prepare for war—we will avenge this!" she said through clenched teeth.
"That's all we can do."
The Sand Ninja gathered their fallen, carrying both the wounded Kazekage and the bodies of their dead back to the village.
---
Meanwhile, Isamu and his group had already returned to the northern border.
A bonfire crackled as the group relaxed, excitement filling the air.
"Hahaha! We stormed multiple great villages in a single day and even challenged the Kage—unbelievable!"
"Yeah… before this, we wouldn't have even dared to imagine it."
"Heh, maybe the great nations aren't as strong as we thought."
…
Zhan grinned at Isamu.
"I didn't expect things to go this smoothly. When are we heading back?"
"This is just the beginning," Isamu replied calmly. "The real battles haven't even started yet. Rest well tonight—we return tomorrow morning."
---
Elsewhere, Uchiha Madara listened to White Zetsu's report, his expression growing increasingly serious.
"I didn't expect the major villages to be pushed this far by a single person… Even if they were unprepared, this is absurd."
"Lord Madara, if this continues, he might unify the entire Ninja World. Our plan…" White Zetsu said cautiously.
"Heh. You underestimate them," Madara replied. "This only happened because they were caught off guard. Next time, they won't fall so easily."
He paused, thinking.
"Without the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, it's only a matter of time before he goes blind…"
That thought eased him—yet also troubled him.
"If he loses his sight… will he fall into despair? Hmph. If I'd known, I would've given him a brother. At least he'd have a pair of eyes to exchange."
Madara frowned deeply.
Using someone else's eyes?
He dismissed the idea immediately.
"Only the eyes of blood relatives can unleash true power…"
After a long silence, he exhaled.
"If it comes to that, I'll just find him a pair of eyes and let him live quietly. Better than causing chaos everywhere."
White Zetsu hesitated before speaking again.
"Lord Madara… there's something else."
"What is it? Just say it."
"According to my observations… Uchiha Isamu shows no signs of going blind. His vision hasn't deteriorated at all."
Madara froze.
"…What?"
"Are you sure?" he demanded sharply.
"I'm certain. I observed carefully—there's no sign of blindness."
"That's impossible…"
Then suddenly—
Madara's eyes widened.
"…Wait."
"Zetsu, draw his Mangekyo Sharingan. Now."
"Right away."
White Zetsu used a branch to sketch the pattern on the ground.
As the design took shape—
Madara's expression changed completely.
"This… this… how is this possible?!"
"What's wrong, Lord Madara?" White Zetsu asked, confused.
Madara grabbed him by the collar.
"You're absolutely sure this is correct?!"
"I didn't make a mistake. His eyes look exactly like this."
Madara stared at the five-pointed pinwheel pattern drawn on the ground… his voice turning heavy.
"…Say it again."
"Are you certain… this is what his eyes look like?"
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