From Uchiha to Wandering Ninja

Late at night, Konoha Village.

The blood moon hung alone high in the sky, the dead bodies of the Uchiha clan were everywhere on the ground, and the fishy smell filled the air.

One of the two founding families of Konoha has only one child left after tonight.

Teams of ninjas wearing masks and black robes were cleaning up the scene.

"Hurry up and remember, we only want corpses with open eyes, don't take back corpses without eyes."

It was the Root Ninja Team headed by Danzo who spoke, and their goal was the Sharingan.

At the same time, the roots rushed to transport the corpses with their eyes open one by one back to the root base before the Anbu collected the corpses.

"finally come."

Danzo's clone who stayed at the root base saw a hint of joy in his eyes when he saw the corpse brought back by the ninja team.

Then he shouted to the research ninja team who had been waiting for a long time, "The materials have arrived. Be careful not to damage the eyeballs when taking them out."

"Yes, Danzo-sama!"

The ninja team, whose whole bodies were covered in white protective clothing, moved, and each scarlet-eyed Uchiha corpse was taken out and placed in a glass bottle filled with nutrient solution.

Uchiha was destroyed, and Danzo was not the only one to collect Uchiha's corpses.

The Anbu collected the corpses in accordance with the Third Generation's orders and established the Uchiha Cemetery.

Because on the surface, the murderer who destroyed the Uchiha clan was Itachi and had nothing to do with the village.

By building a cemetery for Uchiha, the third generation can also take the opportunity to win over the hearts and minds of the middle and lower classes in the village.

At the same time, the mysterious Uzumaki masked man was also snatching Uchiha's eyes-opened body, leaving no time for Danzo to retrieve his eyes on the spot.

Moreover, such a big movement in the Uchiha clan must have attracted the attention of the high-ranking ninjas in the village.

If the eyes were taken directly from the Uchiha clan and other clans saw it, it would probably offend the public.

For example, the Byakugan family, although they are used to it and don't dare to jump, their separation from Konoha is absolute.

Fortunately, Danzo had already prepared. His true form was circulating in the third generation, and his avatar was sitting at the base and quickly collected the corpses of Uchiha with his eyes open.

"Hiss... it hurts... my head hurts..."

While studying the ninja team's methodical removal of eyes and bottling, the corpse was faked.

A corpse of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a shuriken deeply inserted into its temple, slowly raised its upper body.

"It hurts...what happened?"

The strange thing is that his moans were still full of sleepiness.

Funeral Song, a federal Chinese, a non-famous black boxing player in City X.

Not many people know his real name. The funeral song is his code name in the ring. When he is in the ring, he will play a funeral song for his opponents or himself.

Relying on his strong physical fitness, he is known for his fearlessness in fighting, and his peers unanimously believe that he has severe masochistic tendencies.

......

The environment suddenly changed. His eyes swept across the dark and damp underground space and the extremely lifelike corpses beside him. Mang Ge's mind was a little confused.

He remembered that after enjoying a hearty battle last night, he took a sauna and went back to the room. However, because his spirit was still in the state of post-war excitement and he was not sleepy at all, he opened LoL and started playing chess.

Why do you change places as soon as you win the eye?

Moreover, he was still wet and smelled fishy.

Blood!

is blood!

And it's human blood!

As a veteran in the ring, Song Song immediately identified the composition of the mucus on his body.

Then the realistic corpse is not a prop?

Is it a real corpse?

Have you been fucked?

Realizing this, Sang Ge's spirit shook violently. He opened his eyes completely, with red light flashing inside. The magatama on the scarlet eyeball rotated rapidly, evolving from one magatama to three magatama in just a few seconds.

At the same time, a large amount of information flow exploded in my mind.

Bloody night!

red moon!

Kill!

Blood!

A young man with deep nasolabial wrinkles on his cheeks and a ruthless Chao tribesman with scarlet eyes raised his butcher knife.

Corpses, corpses everywhere!

Among them are familiar playmates, childhood sweethearts who share a mutual affection, parents and brothers whose blood is thicker than water, and beloved uncles and aunts.

All life in the clan area, including livestock, was spared.

Relatives and friends were killed one by one in front of him, and he died tragically under the sword in the end. The torrent of violent and angry resentment was accumulated in the corpse with nowhere to vent.

When the funeral song came back to life through the body, the accumulated resentment exploded, and the torrent rushed into the eyes, driving the Sharingan to evolve from one magatama to three magatama in just a few seconds.

"Am I...wearing it?"

Sang Ge looked blankly at the white-robed ninja team who were attracted by his sudden rise, as if asking a question.

"The Sharingan has just advanced now, don't you think it's too late?"

In the previous chapter, Danzo suddenly pretended to be a corpse when he saw the funeral song, and his Sharingan also evolved from one magatama to three magatama in an instant, with a hint of fear deep in his eyes.

Then he scolded his subordinates with a gloomy face: "How is this collection work done? Why are there still people who haven't touched up the wounds? Get it done quickly. After taking out the eyes, throw them outside the village together with other corpses to destroy the traces of the corpses."

As Konoha fears the Sharingan the most and is also the person who desires the power of the Sharingan the most, Danzo's ability to leave Sasuke in an accident is already the limit of what he can tolerate.

When Shisui revealed his kaleidoscope ability to the top management of Konoha, he and Sarutobi were almost stunned.

It is too dangerous for the Uchiha clan to open their eyes, and this Uchiha can jump directly from one magatama to three magatama, so his aptitude must be extraordinary.

Absolutely can't stay!

"I'll do it, Danzo-sama!"

Next to Danzo, a tall middle-aged man with a sword on his back and orange hair combed into a side part, appeared in front of the funeral song.

"No, I'm not..."

Seeing the yellow-haired middle-aged man pull out the sword from behind, Sangge panicked.

He is not afraid of death. He has put his life aside since the beginning of black boxing, just to enjoy the passion of punching to the flesh, blood splashing everywhere, and blood boiling.

Enjoy the supreme pleasure of life and death.

It's a pity that even though he traveled through time, he didn't have the opportunity to come into contact with the extraordinary power that he could only seek in his previous life.

This is too bad!

"let's talk..."

puff!

The sword flashed, and before the funeral song could react, the aorta and trachea of ​​the neck had already been scratched by the yellow-haired man's sword.

The wound was thin and long, and blood suddenly spurted out.

The air was poured in from the trachea, mixed with blood, and the fishy smell surged up from the throat, and Sang Ge's mouth was filled with blood bubbles.

"Ahem...you...are looking for trouble..."

Sangge vomited blood while glaring at the yellow-haired man resentfully.

"Ha! Do you still have the energy to stare at me?"

The yellow-haired man, that is, Shanfeng, stretched out two fingers of his left hand and inserted them straight into the eyes of the mourning song. Then, with a slight twist of his fingertips, two bloody eyeballs came out.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow made the mourner cry out.

But it wasn't over yet. After Shanfeng took out his eyeball, he held a knife in his right hand and stabbed Sangge's heart continuously.

One...two...three...

drip...drip...drip...

When he was on the verge of danger, the funeral song seemed to be hallucinating, but in reality, his head tilted and he was completely out of breath.

"Are you completely dead now?"

Shanfeng put the Sharingan into a jar containing nutrient solution, then grabbed the funeral song's ankle and threw it to the pile of corpses aside.

"We will pull him down and bury him outside the village later."

After giving instructions to his subordinates, he ducked back behind Danzo.

"Yes, Lord Yamanaka."

Feeling the sinister gaze from Danzo, the white-robed ninja took out his eyes even faster.

Seeing the scarlet eyeballs packed in bottles and jars, densely packed in his laboratory, a flush appeared on Danzo's face.

The power of the Uchiha clan will eventually be controlled by him.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he turned to look at the yellow-haired man beside him.

"wind."

"Sir, say it."

"After the Sharingan collection is completed, select a few three Magatama and the following Sharingan to send to Orochimaru for him to experiment on.

Bring me the others. "

Danzo is not in the habit of sharing good things with others. He is also coveting the scientific research capabilities of Orochimaru when cooperating with others. Only if he controls the power of the Uchiha clan can he better protect the village.

"Yes, my lord."

As an outstanding ninja among the Yamanaka clan, the already brainwashed Shanfeng heard such an order, and his eyes did not waver at all.