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The evolution of the Sharingan from the three-tomoe form to the Mangekyō state wasn't just a simple boost in pupil power—it marked a massive leap in overall ability.
Haru could feel it immediately: his chakra reserves surged, his perception sharpened to an extreme degree, and his physical speed heightened considerably.
And then came the unique technique exclusive to his Mangekyō Sharingan:
Izanagi.
Born from the Six Paths Sage's divine technique, "Creation of All Things," Izanagi was the ultimate genjutsu—one that could alter reality itself. During its activation window, the user could negate any injury, including death, rewriting the outcome to favor their will.
It was utterly broken.
But the price for wielding such power was devastating. Typically, using Izanagi meant sacrificing the vision in the eye that cast it—permanent blindness.
However, when Izanagi manifested as Uchiha Haru's Mangekyō ability, it came with a critical difference: instead of permanent blindness, it merely consumed a portion of his pupil power—just like any other high-level Sharingan jutsu.
That was massive.
Through his recent simulations, Haru had gained the golden ability Wood Release, and now, he had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.
With his current power, he had surpassed the realm of ordinary Kage-level shinobi. Even someone as terrifyingly skilled as Uchiha Itachi would no longer be his match.
The crimson light of his Mangekyō gradually faded, his eyes returning to their calm, black state.
After a moment of mental preparation, Haru made his way to the Konoha Police Force headquarters.
He'd already used up his two-day mission leave—one day spent training, the other locked in combat within the simulation system. It was time to resume his duties.
Although he now stood at the pinnacle of power in Konoha—perhaps even across the Five Great Nations—he knew the Uchiha Massacre Night hadn't yet arrived.
He couldn't afford to attract too much attention.
Overexposing himself could lead to unpredictable ripples in the timeline—possibly even altering the events that were already fated to unfold.
That would be asking for disaster.
The primary function of the Konoha Military Police Force was to maintain peace and order within the village.
But with tensions between Konoha and the Uchiha clan escalating daily, the Police Force had become more of a hollow shell than an actual authority.
The trust between the village and the Uchiha had eroded beyond repair.
Konoha no longer believed in the Uchiha, and the Uchiha had no desire to protect a village that treated them like enemies.
As Haru approached the main gate of the Police Force headquarters, whispers trailed in from all sides.
"Hey… that's Uchiha Haru, isn't it?"
"Is it true he killed Raiga Kurosuki, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist?"
"I heard he defeated him using only taijutsu!"
Their gazes were different this time—no longer indifferent or dismissive.
They looked at Haru with awe, curiosity, and even a touch of fear.
This had never happened before.
Uchiha Haru had always been known as a calm, quiet, and withdrawn figure. He rarely initiated conversation, had no close friends, and kept to himself.
Most treated him like a ghost in the compound—transparent and easily forgotten.
But now?
Now, that invisible ghost had done the impossible.
He had defeated Raiga Kurosuki, one of the feared Seven Swordsmen of the Mist—infamous for wielding the Thunder Twins, twin blades crackling with Raiton chakra.
The news had spread like wildfire throughout the village.
It reached the Uchiha clan, too, and they were left in disbelief.
Was Raiga overhyped?
Or had Haru—the silent shadow in the background—actually become this powerful?
Despite the murmurs, Haru ignored them all.
What others thought of him was meaningless.
After all… in just a short time, most of these people would be dead.
Why care about the opinions of corpses?
He walked into the Police Force station, signed his name for duty rotation, and received no special missions. As usual, he patrolled the village streets in silence.
By the time his shift ended, the sky had turned dark.
He walked home alone.
Halfway through his usual route, a chill ran down his spine.
Someone was watching him.
His instincts screamed it.
Before unlocking the Mangekyō, Haru might not have noticed.
But now? With his sensory perception dialed up to near god-level, even the faintest disturbance in the air couldn't escape him.
Still, he didn't react.
Instead, he adjusted his direction, choosing a more deserted path—one that led into a remote alley behind a residential district.
Night had fallen completely.
The streets were quiet. Everyone was home by now.
No one would be here unless they had a reason.
In the stillness, Haru halted his steps and turned toward a specific patch of darkness.
"…You noticed me? Impressive."
A figure emerged from the shadows.
He wore a black cloak, a sword at his waist, and an orange mask etched with spiraling black lines, leaving only a single eye exposed.
The masked man.
"I didn't expect you to sense me so quickly," he said, almost in admiration. "In the Uchiha clan, you're the second person to ever do that."
That caught Haru's attention.
The second?
So the first must be—Uchiha Itachi.
If anyone else among the clan had similar perception, it would be him.
But Haru quickly set aside the thought.
It was pointless now.
The only thing that mattered was what stood before him.
Haru didn't want to attract the attention of the Uchiha elders, or Konoha's leadership, by fighting out in the open.
He'd chosen this remote place for a reason.
As for danger?
He wasn't afraid of anyone.
With the body of an Ōtsutsuki, the legendary Wood Release, and the Mangekyō Sharingan, he had nothing to fear.
"…I am Uchiha Madara."
The masked man spoke slowly, his voice deep and steady.
As he said the name, his visible eye erupted into a blood-red glow.
The three tomoe inside spun and shifted—merging into a single blade-like pattern.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
Anyone else would've panicked at that name.
Uchiha Madara—one of the founders of the village, a god of shinobi.
Combined with the sight of the Mangekyō, it would be enough to break the mind of an ordinary ninja.
But Haru?
He didn't even flinch.
He already knew this man wasn't Uchiha Madara.
He was Uchiha Obito, wearing Madara's name as a mask—both literally and metaphorically.
His lack of reaction made the masked man pause.
He had expected shock, awe, maybe even fear.
But the boy in front of him just stared with indifference.
It was… surprising.
And intriguing.
The masked man chuckled under his breath.
"Well then… this place is quiet, and no one will disturb us."
"Let's see what kind of monster could defeat Raiga Kurosuki so easily."
[End of Chapter 20]
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