The Uchiha clan's medical unit was en route to the Fire Country's capital, accompanied by their families. Their escort consisted of two powerful teams: the newly reorganized Futake squad and the veteran Uchiha Yang's team. Ten shinobi and ten ninja hounds formed the vanguard, their pace steady, their vigilance unwavering.
The convoy moved in solemn silence. The children among them were subdued, melancholy clouding their expressions. They had left their homes behind for safety and education, uncertain when they'd return—or who might still be there when they did.
Inside the transport carts, the clan's female medics and kindergarten instructors remained calm. This exodus wasn't new, and the resilience of the Uchiha women showed in their quiet poise.
After several miles, Uchiha Yang called out, "We'll stop here. Take a break and reinforce our formation. The road ahead won't be easy."
"Same spot as last time," muttered Uchiha Retsu, already moving toward a tree by the roadside. "I wonder if what I buried is still there." He crouched and began digging.
Yang watched his friend with mild amusement. You're wasting your time, he thought, recalling that Lord Hoshigake had already found and shared the wine Retsu had buried. If he knew I helped, he'd probably come at me again.
Retsu grumbled, still searching. "It shouldn't be gone…"
Nearby, Uchiha Kuzan chuckled quietly. "Give it up. That bottle's already paid the price."
Yang clapped his hands. "Alright, let's move. There's still distance to cover."
"You guys go ahead," Retsu said stubbornly. "I don't believe that wine grew legs and ran off!"
The caravan moved on, leaving Retsu reluctantly behind until he was finally dragged along. As dusk fell and the group began setting up camp, the atmosphere grew tense—ninja hounds growled low warnings.
The formation shifted immediately. Children and caretakers were drawn into the center. Shinobi spread out in defensive positions. The hounds barked in both the direction of Konoha and the nearby forest.
"Looks like we've got company," said Retsu grimly.
Yang smirked. "As expected. It never disappoints."
"Futake, hold the rear—toward Konoha. Black Claw, take your squad and cover the perimeter. Forest threats are ours." Yang's eyes sharpened as he gave commands.
Uchiha Xingyaxin muttered, "They're too persistent. Still coming after getting burned before?"
Kuzan drew his blade. "Yang… let's show them how much we've improved in six months."
"Ready when you are," said another Uchiha youth, Sharingan gleaming. "Let's prove we're not just talk."
With a flicker of chakra, Futake's eyes morphed into the Sharingan. "Form up! We intercept now!"
The forest exploded with combat. Ninjutsu flew through the trees. The children remained calm, trusting the shinobi around them. Their older brothers, uncles, and clanmates—they were warriors bred from the same bloodline as Madara Uchiha.
Suddenly, a masked enemy unleashed Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique directly at the convoy. Uchiha Lisa sprang into action.
"Earth Style: Mud Wall!" she shouted in unison with another kunoichi, redirecting the deluge.
On the opposite flank, another ambusher shouted, Earth Style: Flowing Earth River! Slipping from underground, attackers breached the convoy's rear.
Two enemy ninja made it inside. The children, eyes wide, froze as death approached.
Then, in an instant, three children's eyes ignited—each Sharingan spinning into three tomoe.
Before the attackers could strike, they were sliced apart by unseen strikes.
Elsewhere, a rogue shinobi wielding twin blades barreled into the battle like a raging demon.
Then it came—a burst of golden light.
Uchiha Yang leapt forward, chakra flaring. "Light Style: Radiant Chain Step!" The glow from his legs propelled him faster than the eye could follow.
"Light Style: Luminous Strike!" He knocked away a charging enemy, punching the ground. A shockwave scattered dirt and stone.
"Light Style: Prism Flash!" Light refracted violently across the battlefield. In a blur of motion, Yang streaked through four enemies—each one collapsing with fatal precision.
"Chidori." Lightning flared in his hand.
Golden boots, flashing fists, and a trail of stunned enemies followed him. One by one, masked shinobi dropped.
In the trees, a trio of Uchiha observers grinned.
"Looks like we're not needed," said Uchiha Bosaka. "Yang's developed something incredible."
He had worked with Yang in secret to stage this counterattack. The twin-bladed ninja? That was Kirito Uchiha.
Having finished his side of the battle, Yang rejoined Bosaka. "Sensei, let's help Futake's team. It's their first real engagement—they'll need support."
Bosaka smiled. "They'll manage. You know who's on that team."
Later, back at camp, Retsu asked, "Yang, that golden light… What was it?"
Yang crossed his arms. "A new style I've developed. It combines Fire, Lightning, and Wind chakra natures into one. I call it Light Release. Took me six months to get it stable."
Even among the Uchiha, there was a stunned silence. Bosaka, master of combined jutsu, knew better than most: fusion ninjutsu of this caliber wasn't just rare—it was legendary.
Yang had done in six months what most elite shinobi never accomplished in a lifetime.
Kuzan smirked bitterly. "Here I was thinking I could finally catch up."
Retsu shouted, "You demon! You better teach me that right now!"
Yang laughed, trying to play it off.
Uchiha Starry Night beamed. "Our captain… no, our aniki! Just don't forget us when you're Hokage!"
Uchiha Yan chuckled, recalling a promise made long ago. "He's closing in on our ideals. The world of shinobi respects one thing above all: power. And Yang… you've got it."
When both teams regrouped, Futake's squad having also succeeded, all eyes turned to Yang. He stood there grinning—unaware of the awe he inspired.
In every Uchiha's heart, a single thought echoed:
"Kami bless the Uchiha."