Chapter 208: These eyes, I've waited thirty years for.

Chapter 200: I Have Waited Thirty Years for This Pair of Eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, all of this is worth it.”

The Great Elder sat in his chair, smiling as he looked at Uchiha Gen, who now carried a sharp edge between his brows and possessed an extraordinary aura; his eyes were filled with gratification.

Scarcely two years had passed, yet he had already grown to this extent.

Not only had he mastered Uchiha Kagami’s signature Phantom Body Flicker Technique, making a name for himself across the Five Great Nations and becoming a top-tier powerhouse in the Shinobi World to revitalize the clan’s glory, but now he had even awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!

“Can this old man take a look at your eyes?”

The Great Elder asked, looking at Uchiha Gen’s eyes with anticipation.

“Mm.”

The latter nodded slightly, closing and opening his eyes as a crimson glow lit up within them, responding to the Great Elder’s expectations.

The slowly rotating hexagram pattern was magnificent, mysterious, soul-captivating, and intoxicating.

This was the Mangekyō Sharingan in the Great Elder’s eyes.

“Thirty years, this old man has waited for thirty years, and today I have finally seen another pair of eyes like this.”

Looking at the beautiful pattern in Uchiha Gen’s eye sockets, the Great Elder wore a wistful expression, filled with emotion.

“This old man once saw Madara’s shadow in you and even thought of nurturing you into a powerhouse capable of supporting the clan’s glory like Madara, but I never imagined this day would come so quickly, that in my lifetime I could see another pair of eyes like this once more. You are not a second Madara or Izuna, but with this pair of eyes, this old man believes the future of the clan will surely usher in its revival through you.”

“I will shoulder the mission of revitalizing the clan, Elder Xuan.”

Uchiha Gen nodded firmly at the Great Elder.

He was born into the Uchiha, and the surname in his name and the bloodline in his body could not be faked; even without Team Taka Sasuke’s character card, he still possessed a pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

Although within the same clan, certain struggles were inevitable after climbing to high positions, whether it was the original owner of this body or himself, they had never lacked help from the clan.

Without the clan’s support and subsidies, he wouldn’t have been able to study single-mindedly through graduation at the Ninja Academy, let alone receive the funding subsidies for clan school and starting out after graduation.

The Great Elder’s family, as well as his cousin Uchiha Sumi, had all provided considerable help to Uchiha Gen’s path of growth.

Although he had never considered himself a particularly good person or wanted to be some kind of saint, Uchiha Gen was not the kind of beast who, upon losing his mind and awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan, would turn around and slaughter the entire clan.

Revitalizing the clan was originally the Great Elder’s long-standing expectation for Uchiha Gen and the reason he invested in Uchiha Gen from the very beginning; Uchiha Gen also hoped to control the clan’s power and leverage its wealth and strength to make his future path smoother, and when capable, he was naturally willing to give back to the clan.

“Good, good, truly good——”

The Great Elder stood up from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Uchiha Gen’s Mangekyō Sharingan with a proud yet fanatical gaze.

Thirty years of waiting had finally ushered in the dawn on this day.

“Mm, come with this old man to see the old clan head. The clan’s future depends on you to revitalize it, so certain things should also be rightfully handed over to you.”

“Good.”

The old man and the youth, separated in age by nearly a sexagenary cycle, walked out of the Military Police Force together and walked side by side into the distance.

At the same time, far away in the uninhabited zone at the border of the Land of Rain and the Land of Grass.

In the wide and deep karst cave, an emaciated, white-haired old man sat cross-legged in front of the stone bed of the Gedō Mazō, lowering his head as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Uchiha Madara, who once shook the world with his might, appeared so aged and powerless at this moment.

Until a burst of footsteps came over, causing the old man to open his eyes.

A man with a mature face, featuring two deep nasolabial folds on either side of his nose, which made his expression always look solemn and steady.

This person was none other than Uchiha Fugaku, and walking alongside him was Zetsu, whose body was half black and half white, guiding him toward this place.

“You’ve come——”

“I have come. Now it is time for you to fulfill your promise, Madara.”

Uchiha Fugaku kept his Three-Tomoe Sharingan open, his gaze locked tightly onto Uchiha Madara as he spoke.

The latter chuckled softly, likewise lighting up his Sharingan.

Although he had long since transplanted his own eyes away, and his eye sockets now only contained stolen Three-Tomoe Sharingan, the oppressive aura emanating from his entire body at this moment was far above Fugaku’s.

His familiarity with the power of the Sharingan and his mastery of Yin Release had both reached the pinnacle; even without the Sharingan, as long as his body could endure it, he could still activate Susanoo.

Even now in his old age, the power he unleashed through this pair of eyes far surpassed that of other Uchiha with Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

Even though they both wielded Three-Tomoe Sharingan, Madara still overwhelmed Fugaku in both Ocular Power and presence.

“Yet you did not completely fulfill what I asked.”

Madara looked down at Fugaku, his tone indifferent.

“You didn’t tell me either that Uchiha Gen had already awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan. Furthermore, if it weren’t for the covert cooperation between my father and me, no matter how bizarre your strange creatures were, they wouldn’t have been able to snatch those pairs of Sharingan from the ancestral shrine.”

The latter looked back at Madara, refusing to show any weakness.

Without him and his father, how could Uchiha Madara have snatched this pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan, and how could he swagger around in front of him?

“Besides, your scheming against Uchiha Gen yielded nothing. Counting across the entire Uchiha clan, besides me, who else has the ability to take over your plan for you?”

Facing Fugaku’s interrogation, Uchiha Madara only lowered his eyes slightly and sighed.

You certainly didn’t have that ability.

Whether in terms of strength, capacity, or intelligence, Uchiha Fugaku was far below Uchiha Gen, with no comparison whatsoever.

If he had a choice, of course he would hope his successor was someone like Uchiha Gen.

But alas, Uchiha Gen was far too outstanding. Time and again, he plotted against Uchiha Gen, only for his plans to be broken by Uchiha Gen’s already heaven-defying growth rate.

Ever since their last move, he and Black Zetsu had gone quiet for a long time.

Because with Uchiha Gen’s growing strength, plotting against him once more became increasingly difficult.

By the time he displayed strength approaching Kage-level, it actually meant that it was already very difficult for them to target Uchiha Gen anymore.

This time was almost their last opportunity to make trouble for Uchiha Gen, yet he unexpectedly awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan once more, breaking the situation again.

Now, as expected, the Uchiha clan would henceforth be completely controlled by Uchiha Gen and the Great Elder, thoroughly securing their rear.

Under the circumstances where they could no longer influence the Konoha Upper Echelon such as the Third Hokage, attempting to scheme against Uchiha Gen using similar political methods had also lost its last shred of possibility.