Year 2 of Konoha. A man walked out of the gate of Konoha Village alone. He was dressed in black, his long black hair flowing like a waterfall. With a sickle and a round fan on his back, against the golden setting sun, his figure was proud yet desolate and lonely. He was Madara Uchiha. Three days ago, he lost in the Hokage election. Hashirama Senju was elected as the Hokage with an overwhelming number of votes. The reality was completely different from Hashirama's promise. Not only did he not become the Hokage, but he was increasingly despised by the villagers. He had thought that founding Konoha would create peace, but in fact, the estrangement between the Senju and the Uchiha had not disappeared. The streets in the village were filled with laughter and joy, but all he could feel was unfamiliarity and alienation. So, it turned out that everything was just a false illusion. From this moment on, he understood that prejudice in people's hearts was like a huge mountain. As long as the estrangement persisted, the so - called peace was nothing but a fleeting image. If things went on like this, the Uchiha would eventually perish in the seemingly peaceful environment. He realized this and called on the Uchiha clan to leave with him, but... in the vast clan territory, not a single clansman was willing to follow him! Now, he had not only lost his younger brother but also his clansmen. He had completely become a person who was not admired, not recognized, not needed, and even seemed redundant in the village and the clan. The breeze was desolate, and the setting sun was lonely. His long hair danced gently in the wind. In a place where no one could see, his eyes were filled with disappointment and sorrow. However, at this moment, a young and hasty shout suddenly came from behind. "Madara - sama!" Madara Uchiha stopped in his tracks. The bitterness in his eyes quickly disappeared, and he regained his usual dignity and cold arrogance. He turned around and saw that a boy was chasing after him. The boy had delicate features and fair skin. He was wearing the high - collared clan clothes unique to the Uchiha. His short black hair was neat and tidy. His long eyelashes were somewhat docile, and his eyes were as black as paint, clear as jade. His steps were very light. Although the distance was far, he caught up in just a few breaths. This was clearly not the speed that a boy of his age should have. "It's you?" Madara recognized him. This child was named Shinya Uchiha. He had become a ninja at a young age. Madara remembered him because four years ago, Shinya had been on the battlefield and fought against the Senju clan until the end. He even had a title of "The Ghost of Swift Speed". "Madara - sama, it's really a surprise. I didn't expect you to remember me." The boy's eyes were sincere. He stood firmly behind Madara and said, "I'm Shinya Uchiha. I'm willing to follow you!" "What!!" Madara's heart trembled slightly, and his pupils constricted. "You're willing... to leave Konoha with me?" Shinya bowed respectfully and said earnestly, "Yes! I'm different from those stupid clansmen. I'm willing to leave with you!" Madara's mood suddenly became complicated. He looked Shinya up and down. After a long silence, he suddenly snorted. "Hmph, are you here to pity me?" Madara Uchiha turned his head away, showing Shinya the back of his head. "Go back. Although I'm no longer your clan leader, I, Madara Uchiha... don't need anyone's pity!" "Uh, pity?" Shinya tilted his head in confusion. But he soon noticed that although Madara was telling him to leave, his body was still standing there without even moving a step. So, he actually hopes I'll go with him... A look of understanding flashed in Shinya's eyes. The Uchiha are always so tsundere. He immediately said, "Madara - sama, I really want to leave Konoha. Staying here any longer has no meaning." "Why?" Madara asked without turning his head. Hearing this question, Shinya finally let out a sigh of relief. When Madara told him to go back without asking, his heart did skip a beat. After all, he really... didn't want to go back. He was a time - traveler, and what's more, a pure transmigrator. He was born five years before Konoha was founded, at the end of the Warring States period, when the Senju and the Uchiha were still fighting. Later, the two clans made peace and Konoha was founded. But as someone who knew the plot well, how could he not know the future of the Uchiha? What's more... A trace of hatred flashed across Shinya's young face. "The Senju clan massacred my parents. They weren't even ninjas. They were just helping the injured clansmen... but the Senju still brutally killed them!" He said in a deep voice, "I can never let go of this hatred, no matter how long it takes!" Madara nodded. "It seems you and I have the same pain, but this is not a reason for me to take you with me. I remember you have a younger brother, right?" "Yes, but that stupid thing has been brainwashed by the Senju. He only wants to devote himself to the so - called Will of Fire. He has completely forgotten the hatred and made peace with the enemy. How ridiculous!" Shinya's face was sad, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes. "Kagami Uchiha, he betrayed me. He's no longer my brother!" Madara's eyes became distant, and he fell into silence, obviously touched by his words. Shinya stared at his back. "Since you lost the Hokage election, I've already understood that if even you can't become the Hokage, then who in the Uchiha can stand up?" "All of this is a false peace obtained through our compromise. But those pitiful clansmen actually think that Konoha will accept them?" "Just like Kagami, they've all been softened. It's like boiling a frog in warm water. What awaits them is only a slow death!" Each word was like a dagger to the heart. Madara was still silent, but Shinya clearly saw that his body was trembling slightly. Seeing that the time was right, Shinya immediately played his trump card. "Living there, looking at those ignorant clansmen, sometimes I even forget who I am. I'm completely disappointed in this boring and stupid clan." This time, Madara Uchiha was finally moved. He looked up at the sky and let out a long breath. Although Shinya couldn't see his expression, in the twilight, that figure was equally lonely and desolate. The boy's indignant and helpless accusations hit the mark. Madara Uchiha felt a sense of loss, as if he was thinking, "We are both people who have fallen on hard times." Shinya also knew that these words couldn't be recognized by anyone, but for Madara at this moment, their lethality was fatal. "I don't need weak followers." Madara Uchiha said in a proud tone. Shinya smiled. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his originally black eyes had become blood - red and enchanting. Three jet - black tomoe were spinning around the pupils. "Oh? This is the aura of the three - tomoe Sharingan..." Madara Uchiha finally turned around, showing a bit of interest. "No wonder you could go to the battlefield at such a young age. So your eyes have developed to this extent." He folded his arms. "At this level, you do have the qualification to follow me..." The corners of Shinya's mouth twitched slightly. His bright pupils emitted a red light, and the three tomoe spun around each other, spreading and growing. In an instant, a magnificent Mangekyo pattern was formed. It was shaped like a gear, or like a magic array, symbolizing a certain cycle and harmony. The pattern was delicate and beautiful, like a flawless work of art. "You've actually awakened... the Mangekyo Sharingan!" Madara seemed to be choked. His expression immediately became serious. His voice was slightly surprised. Even he couldn't remain calm when he saw these eyes. Because this almost represented the peak that a Uchiha clansman could reach! "What on earth... have you experienced?" In history, there were only a handful of clansmen who evolved to the Mangekyo. Madara himself had only seen two pairs. But now, the third pair of Mangekyo appeared on a boy. Although his pupil power was far inferior to Madara's, it was restrained and calm, like a good seedling! Shinya's future... was full of infinite possibilities! "A similar situation to mine, a resonance of fate, and these Mangekyo eyes..." Madara suddenly appeared in front of Shinya, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "If it's you, maybe you can really carry out my will!" In fact, after Shinya said that he was completely disappointed in the Uchiha, Madara had already decided to take him with him. But he never expected such a pleasant surprise! "A true Uchiha will never yield to false peace. Only those who have awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan can see the essence of the world, because they have tasted the most刻骨铭心 pain and despair in this world!" Madara suppressed his excitement and stared intently at Shinya's eyes, because the thing he was most curious about now was: "What is the ability of your Mangekyo?"