Outside the vilge of Konoha.

  "So, Lord Madara, you agree to take me with you?" Kamihane asked softly.

  "Hmm." Madara nodded with pride.

  Whether it was Kamihane's experiences or his Mangekyō Sharingan, they resonated with Madara. Both were kindred spirits, adrift in the world. Whether as a follower, an assistant, or a sucadara had already decided to take him along on his journey.

  "Thank you, Lord Madara." Kamihane finally smiled with genuine relief.

  "The abilities of these eyes are my greatest secret..."

  He raised his hand, his fiips gently brushing over his eye sockets. His pupils were crystal clear, with a jade-like texture.

  "But si's you, Lord Madara, I suppose it's fio tell you!"

  Under Madara's curious gaze, Kamihane began to expin.

  The ability of his left eye was called "Makyō," which allowed him to adapt to all things and deliver the stro terattack against the adapted target—essentially, a post-strike adaptation to anything in the world.

  To be more specific, it involved infinite analysis of everythiouched or saw. This process was called adaptation. Once adaptation was plete, he could nullify the effects of sufluences, gaining perma immunity, and deliver a precise terattack against the source.

  The power of adaptation was tied to causality and wouldn't be overridden by time or space. Moreover, if he was attacked again during the adaptation process, it would accelerate the adaptation.

  The term "infinite analysis" meant that even after adaptation, the analysis wouldn't stop—it would only beore optimized!

  The only thing he couldn't adapt to was the damage inflicted on his eyes when using their power.

  The ability of his right eye was called "Amano Tokotachi," which allowed for time-space reversal.

  It freely reversed his own time-space state, unditionally rest his current state to a previous moment, with a maximum range of five mihe time scale was virtually infinite, and after activation, there was only a one-sed cooldown.

  Both time and space states could be flexibly selected.

  However, time hat had already been reversed couldn't be selected as targets for reversal again.

  The more Madara listehe more intrigued he became. His eyes sparkled with fasation. "Infinite adaptation and time-space reversal—these are truly 'divieiques.' And when biheir effects are even more extraordinary."

  It had to be said, the Uchiha leader had a sharp eye.

  Kamihane blinked. In truth, he had cealed a small detail about his right eye's ability.

  The target of time-space reversal wasn't limited to himself!

  Anything in the world, as long as it was within his line of sight, could be subjected to time-space reversal!

  The sele of the reversal target could only be cretized to a macroscopidividual, but doing so would e a massive amount of chakra. The greater the target's impa the macroscopic world and the further ba time the selected point was, the more intehe chakra ption.

  He couldn't be bmed for keeping this from Madara. If the full extent of his right eye's ability were known, it would mean he wasn't just the ultimate shield but also the ultimate support! Who knows if Madara would start treating him as a tool.

  Living in the ninja world, it was always wise to keep a few cards up one's sleeve.

  "Alright, let's go."

  Madara turned around, his earlier mencholy now overshadowed by the joy of having Kamihane by his side.

  But Kamihane didn't move.

  "What is it?" Madara tilted his head slightly, puzzled. "Did you fet something?"

  "Well... you could say that," Kamihane chuckled. "Lord Madara, there's actually another member of the who has awakehe Mangekyō Sharingan."

  "What?" Madara asked, surprised. "Your brother?"

  Kamihane shook his head. "He doesn't have the talent. He hasn't even awakened his Sharinga, but that's not important..."

  "...Do you remember, Lord Madara, during the mid-Warring States period, the Uchiha 's sealed... secret on?"

  "The Uchiha 's secret on?" Madara pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized.

  The dust of time fell away, and a long-buried memory slowly surfaced in his mind.

  Many years ago, when Madara wasn't yet the leader, the Uchiha had a young girl named "Uchiha Hikari."

  Like Kamihane, she had awakehe Mangekyō Sharingan at a very young age, and her ocur ability was the divieique known as "Yasaka Magatama."

  "Yasaka Magatama" allowed her to mark enemies and absorb their chakra tthen herself. Once marked, she could trol their mind and chakra through a e, and the chakra could be transferred to herself or others regardless of distance.

  Such a skill naturally drew the attention of the . The 's leaders imprisoned her in a dark, sunless dungeon, only releasing her when they needed her for battle.

  But that wasn't enough. In their pursuit of ultimate power, these madmen forcibly imphe "Amaterasu" and "Tsukuyomi" teiques into her, turning her into a on of the Uchiha, stripping her of her name, freedom, and rights as a human being.

  Thus, the Uchiha's ultimate on—Nameless—was born.

  Nameless's appearance immediately turhe tide of the battlefield for the Uchiha. The Senju , having suffered losses, allied with other ninja s to unch targeted operations.

  In the end, at great cost, they finally mao seal Nameless away.

  "Are you suggesting we release her?" Madara asked.

  "Yes, she too was abandoned. If we bring her introup, under your leadership, Lord Madara, we could bee a new Uchiha," Kamihane coaxed.

  "A new... Uchiha?" Madara was stunned, a warm current flowing through his heart, illuminating a dark er within him.

  "But..." he frowned slightly, "that was a long time ago, and even I don't know the location of the seal."

  "Just because you don't know doesn't mean Konoha doesn't," Kamihane said with a sly smile. "I suspect that in the Hokage's secret archives, there must be a scroll taining information about the on."

  Though he didn't know the exact location of the seal, based on his memory, suformation was recorded in a secret scroll titled "The Warring States Sealing History," which was typically stored in Konoha's secret archives.

  "I see..." Madara mused, momentarily at a loss.

  He had just "broken up" with Hashirama ahe vilge. Going baow, tail between his legs... it wasn't his style!

  Kamihaiced Madara's hesitation and immediately patted his chest. "Lord Madara, I sneak ba and steal the scroll uhe cover of night."

  "Isn't that too dangerous for you? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Senju ninja?" Madara gazed toward Konoha and shook his head.

  Kamihane smiled fidently. "Lord Madara, teleportation and stealth are my specialties. They won't notice me. Even when I followed you out of the vilge, I avoided everyone's sight."

  "No wonder you didn't e with me immediately. You had this in mind all along..." Madara pondered.

  He was a decisive man and quickly agreed to Kamihane's pn.

  The two agreed to act that night. Regardless of whether Kamihane succeeded, he had to leave the vilge before the moon was at its brightest, and Madara would wait outside the vilge to receive him.

  Then, Kamihane's right eye glowed red as the Mangekyō pattern slowly rotated, and the whites of his eyes became streaked with fine blood vessels.

  The setting sun was blood-red, the clouds afme, and the falling leaves hung in mid-air. The sound of the wind ceased, and time seemed to stand still.

  From Kamihane's perspective, his body left a bizarre, twisted trail in space, like a long strand of noodles stretg from his current location all the way to Konoha.

  His vision seemed to shift into a four-dimensional space, where a progress bar-like entity represehe trail of his movements in space over the past five minutes, eaent clearly visible.

  Now, he could freely drag this progress bar, select a time node, and hit py. He would instantly appear at the selected location.

  This was his ocur ability, "Amano Tokotachi."

  Kamihane dragged the progress bar to its limit—five minutes ago, when he was hiding in a secluded patch of grass within the vilge.

  In the instant, he vanished before Madara's eyes, disappearing as ly as if an eraser had wiped aencil mark.