Chapter 60

On a cliff in the Land of Fire, a tall figure stood.

The man was dressed in a black robe with red clouds, wearing a bamboo hat with many white strips hanging down, obscuring his face. The howling wind made the bells on either side of the hat ring out with a clear and pleasant sound.

The face under the hat, barely visible, revealed a handsome young man with eyes that seemed to glow red, instilling a sense of fear.

"Time flies, it's already been ten years," the young man lifted his head, gazing at the cloudless sky, muttering to himself.

"Madara, five years ago, Hashirama Senju sent you an alliance letter. Why didn't you agree?" A black cat stood at the young man's feet, its large green eyes fixed on him, speaking in a human voice.

"At that time, my training was at a critical stage. How could I have time to deal with it?" the young man said calmly.

"But after you completed your training, you didn't return either!" the black cat said, puzzled.

"Xiaoxian, after all these years, you still can't let go of your cat nature, always asking to the bottom of things," the young man's voice seemed somewhat helpless.

"Hmph!" the black cat pouted.

"Do you still not understand my thoughts? The war between the Uchiha and the Senju is over, whether we form an alliance or not doesn't matter. Why cling to a piece of scrap paper?" the young man smiled.

"But don't you want to establish Konoha? How can you build a ninja village without an alliance?" the black cat was even more confused.

"Konoha is indeed important, but I have more important things to do," the young man's eyes flickered as he said calmly.

"What else do you have to do? Now that we have the 'Parallel World Travel Scroll,' are you planning to leave this world after Konoha is established?" the black cat continued to ask.

"Once I finish everything, we will leave," the young man smiled.

"What exactly is it?" the black cat, as the young man said, always wanted to know everything.

"Of course, it's the Sharingan and the Wood Release!" the young man narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"Madara! Is your Sharingan already failing you?" the black cat asked worriedly when the young man mentioned the Sharingan.

"As long as I can see you, that's enough," the young man picked up the black cat, ignoring her angry expression, and instantly disappeared from the cliff.

This man and cat were naturally Madara Uchiha and Xiaoxian. It had been ten years since they left the Uchiha clan. Now, Madara was twenty-three years old, and both his appearance and height were the same as when he was young.

In these ten years, many things had happened. Madara's younger brother, Izuna Uchiha, had opened the Mangekyo Sharingan six years ago, but at that time, Madara did not exchange eyes with his brother because he did not know the consequences. If Izuna went blind, Madara would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

So he let Izuna return to the Uchiha clan and continued to travel the ninja world, focusing on enhancing his three major superpowers. The rest of the time, he used the secret item roulette to find a way to perfectly fuse the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Hard work pays off. In these ten years, he had drawn thousands of secret items and used some duplicate items as stakes to draw many useful secret items.

Although some of the strongest secret items had not yet appeared, he had obtained the secret items needed to fuse the Mangekyo Sharingan and found a way to perfectly fuse the Wood Release.

These ten years seemed long, but Madara felt they passed quickly because he was always training and fighting, never stopping for a moment.

Now he could travel thousands of miles in an instant and easily control objects weighing several tons. However, his clairvoyance had not improved and was even worse than before because he had used the Mangekyo Sharingan excessively in dozens of battles, nearly causing him to go blind.

But he left countless legends, and the name Madara Uchiha truly shook the ninja world. Anyone who mentioned his name would tremble.

The name of the Asura was well-deserved.

Madara Uchiha had countless souls under his blade, a true thousand-slayer. If he released the overwhelming killing intent from his body, even gods and spirits would retreat.

During his ten years of traveling the ninja world, Madara witnessed many wars, from small-scale ninja battles to large-scale army battles involving tens of thousands of people. This made him realize that his power was still not enough to change everything. His Mangekyo Sharingan's blindness made his battles extremely difficult, so he decided to return to the Uchiha clan to obtain the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan and then establish Konoha with Hashirama Senju.

The Uchiha clan's base was festively decorated, and those who didn't know might think it was a holiday, but they were welcoming their leader's return.

"He's here! He's here!"

"Lord Madara!"

"Sniff, sniff, sniff..."

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm shedding tears of joy."

"Father, is the man with the bamboo hat our leader?"

"Yes! Lord Madara has finally returned!"

Nearly a thousand Uchiha clan members watched the figure approaching from a distance. Although he wore a bamboo hat and was tall, the black cat on his shoulder remained unchanged.

Many Uchiha clan members shed tears. Although ten years had passed, they could never forget the contributions Madara Uchiha had made to the clan.

"Everyone, I'm back!" Madara arrived at the entrance of the base, removed his bamboo hat, revealing a handsome and exotic face. His long black hair completely covered his right eye and was about to cover half of his face, while his jet-black hair flowed in the wind.

"Our leader is so handsome!" Many children who were born after Madara left had grown up and looked at their leader with admiration.

"Lord Madara is still as handsome as before!"

"No, he's even more handsome than before!"

Many girls who had once had a crush on Madara Uchiha were now married but still looked at him with starry eyes, hearts full of red hearts.

"Madara, you finally came back. I thought I wouldn't live to see this day!" An old man with a cane gazed at Madara, sighing repeatedly.

"Third Elder!" Madara looked at the old man, feeling somewhat sad. The Fourth and Fifth Elders had passed away two years ago, and he had not returned.

"Brother!" Izuna, seeing his long-lost brother, could not hide his excitement. Although they had been in touch through letters, he had not seen his brother for five years.

Izuna had grown into a mature adult, all traces of youth gone from his face. He was now the second strongest in the Uchiha clan and had returned to the clan five years ago to become the deputy leader, responsible for managing the Uchiha clan.

"It seems your training hasn't been neglected these past five years," Madara looked at Izuna and smiled.

"I'm much stronger than I was five years ago," Izuna said excitedly.

"Lord Madara!" After ten years, Uchiha Gen, whose temples were now streaked with white, and Uchiha Yutaka, who was no longer young, greeted him.

"Gen, Yutaka, you've worked hard," Madara said sincerely.

"This is our duty, Lord Madara, there's no need to worry," Uchiha Yutaka smiled.

"Let's go inside and talk," Madara entered the clan base, looking around at the familiar yet strange scenes, feeling as if it were a dream.

It had been sixteen years since he came to this world. If counted by his mental age, he should be forty-two. Although he had matured a lot, he still retained a hint of childishness, perhaps he was a child who would never grow up.

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