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The clan leader had already shown mercy, so it was impossible for Uchiha Kochou to draw her blade and strike immediately.
Feeling the intense pain radiating from her left arm, she gritted her teeth and kicked hard toward Madara's chest.
"Hmph." Madara, seemingly sensing something, sneered and casually raised his hand, easily intercepting the woman's attack.
The disparity in their strength was painfully evident.
The force of the recoil made Kochou's body falter, her movement almost imperceptible. In high-level combat, victory often hinged on fleeting opportunities.
Imitating the woman's earlier movement, Madara raised his foot and kicked fiercely with a roar.
If the kick landed, Uchiha Kochou's fate would likely be no different from that of Pain—crushed under the feet of Sage Mode Naruto.
At the crucial moment, Madara suddenly lost his footing, and the ground beneath him unexpectedly crumbled.
"The ground is collapsing?!"
Affected by the tremor, his stance was thrown off, and his all-out attack missed its mark.
Ignoring the woman's wide-eyed expression of fear, Madara frowned as he looked at the ground beneath him. A multitude of thoughts raced through his mind.
"Is this a coincidence?"
"No, two unexpected occurrences in such a short time can't be a coincidence."
"Then it must be a trap she set in advance. My actions were merely coincidental."
Suddenly, a particular scene flashed in his mind.
Before turning into the alley, the woman had repeatedly touched the ground and the walls—her behavior was abnormal, and it was highly likely she was up to something back then.
Staring at her bright Mangekyō Sharingan, Madara asked in a deep voice, "Is this your ability?"
"Guess." Kochou winked, clearly unwilling to give a direct answer.
Madara was not particularly bothered by her response.
Even as a clan leader, he could not force a clan member to reveal the secret of their abilities.
"Interesting." By now, Madara had realized that the woman was not particularly panicked.
This meant that his earlier assumptions were likely wrong.
Could it be that Kyosuke knew she had successfully unlocked the Mangekyō and took her in because of that?
Considering the woman's identity, Uchiha Kaijun's death, and the conditions for awakening the Mangekyō, a bold thought suddenly crossed Madara's mind.
"I see now, no wonder…"
By piecing together several factors, Madara quickly deduced the truth.
"You're Kyosuke's subordinate," he directly asked.
"Mm." Uchiha Kochou shyly lowered her head, acting as though she was too embarrassed to answer.
Sighing in exasperation, Madara deactivated his Sharingan, clearly having no intention of making another move.
Seeing this, Kochou stopped acting and bowed respectfully, speaking softly, "Clan Leader, I wonder if you could offer me some advice on how to use the Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Now that he was certain of her identity, Madara's attitude shifted dramatically.
Now that he was certain of her identity, Madara's attitude shifted dramatically, his expression softening ever so slightly.
He was even pleased to discover another Mangekyō user within the clan.
"This place isn't suitable. Let's go to the training ground in the south."
"Understood."
"By the way, did Kyosuke not give you any guidance?"
"The Lord has been traveling for a long time, and I've yet to have the opportunity to receive his favor."
What a perfect way to say "haven't had the chance"… Uchiha Madara took a deep breath, deciding not to bother with Kyosuke's family issues any longer.
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Training Ground.
The woman gently crouched down and touched the solid floor with her hand.
To help the clan members practice better, the arena in the training ground had been built using one of the hardest minerals found in the Shinobi world.
Ordinary fire-style ninjutsu, let alone causing damage to it, would leave barely a trace unless the caster possessed extraordinary power.
But shortly after she made contact, the arena began to tremble violently, and in the center, a deep pit with a diameter of over three meters suddenly caved in.
"…Your dōjutsu isn't meant for construction, is it?" Madara silently complained.
"Of course not." Kochou smiled sweetly as she walked over and gestured for the clan leader to hand her his sword.
"The reason it collapsed isn't because I tampered with it, but because it was supposed to be like that."
As she spoke, she lightly flicked the Madara's sword.
The next moment, the highly conductive chakra-metal sword split into two halves right down the middle.
"I can alter the original reality of objects by simply touching them."
"The arena and the sword didn't break because they weren't strong enough; it broke because I rewrote their 'reality' when they were created."
Uchiha Kochou's right-eye dōjutsu allowed her to rewrite the physical laws of things by touching them.
In simple terms, she could forcibly change the already-existing state of things according to her own will.
For example, the arena beneath was originally solid, but through her rewriting, it was as if a deep pit had been dug beneath it during construction.
"…I see. Truly an impressive dōjutsu." Madara commented, but his gaze remained fixed on the broken sword.
Having never been concerned with money before, Madara hadn't understood its true value.
However, Uchiha Madara had become well-acquainted with its worth after assuming the role of clan leader.
Since taking on the leadership of the Uchiha clan, he had been inundated with letters from various officials all day long, either requesting resources or outright demanding money.
Often times, he fantasized about how wonderful it would be if his own dōjutsu could create money.
"I'm definitely making him pay for this when he gets back." Madara thought to himself, unwilling to reprimand a subordinate, so he decided to blame the matter on Kyosuke instead.
"As for my other dōjutsu, it also requires touch to activate."
She lightly tapped the clan leader's arm, and with a flash of light from her left eye, Kochou quickly sprinted to the opposite side of the arena.
Seeing this, Madara remained standing with his arms crossed in a posture full of arrogance.
On the outside, he appeared perfectly calm, but inside, he was in turmoil.
This woman's dōjutsu was so mysterious, who could guess what her other ability might be?
After waiting and waiting, nothing unusual happened.
"Did the technique fail?" Madara wondered, just as a massive pile of bird droppings, falling from a height of a hundred meters, came crashing toward him.
"...!" Madara took a deep breath. Even the great Madara, famous throughout the Land of Fire, had to retreat when faced with a rain of bird droppings.
Leaping backward with force, he easily jumped four or five meters away.
But unexpectedly, as Madara's feet touched the ground, the surrounding arena cracked extensively.
"Is it because of the deep pit in the center?" Madara twisted his body, spinning in mid-air as he flew across the arena.
His posture was elegant, but both he and Kochou knew that if he were facing an opponent of equal strength, two mishaps like this could lead to serious consequences.
Kochou smiled slightly, clearly pleased with Madara's embarrassed situation.
"This is my second ability: I can absorb others' luck by touching them."
Unlucky... Madara pondered for a few seconds, unsure of how to evaluate this bizarre dōjutsu.
It seemed impressive at first glance, but upon further reflection, it was hard to pinpoint exactly what made it so remarkable.
"Forget it. I should just teach her the basic skills
after all."
Feeling somewhat troubled, he decided to skip over the advanced ocular techniques and instead focus on detailed explanations about how to conserve chakra and awaken the Susanoo.
Uchiha Kochou listened attentively, quickly absorbing the rare and invaluable knowledge.
When the lesson ended, seeing the woman's face filled with lingering curiosity, Madara paused for a moment before suddenly extending an invitation: "Now is the time to make use of capable individuals. Would you be willing to become the commander of a legion?"
"Me?" Kochou smiled slightly, a thought of her agreement with Lord Kyosuke flashing through her mind.
'If I become the commander, I should be able to help you even more effectively, right?'
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