Naruto: Let's take a look at the blind Uchiha

"You are really capable, Ling. You were able to circumvent the technique without alerting anyone else, and even brought back so many supplies prepared by the Thousand Hands - you are still very agile!"

Ling had a lot of bandages on his body. Hearing this, he couldn't help but scratch his hair on the side of his face in embarrassment. "Don't say that. If it weren't for the support of the seniors, I might have died there."

"After all, we were the raiding party with fewer people. You were crazy when fighting, and you were carrying such a conspicuous thing on your back. It was reasonable that we were besieged by the Senju family in the end." The Uchiha spoke with light green chakra flowing out of his palm, helping Ling to heal the hideous wound on his leg. "I am more surprised that you were able to run back without making a sound."

This time Ling just smiled and didn't say anything - because for him, this was indeed a long-lost and worry-free enjoyable battle!

[As expected, I still need to find an opponent who can put pressure on me but not go beyond my ability to train myself so that I can find out my shortcomings and make up for them. I don’t know what the next action plan is. It would be great if I could meet those elite ninjas again. In this case…]

"So next, you little brat should go back to the tribe and take care of the younger generations."

"Eh?" Ling looked up in astonishment, and almost immediately realized what the elders in the clan were worried about. His expression became anxious, "My injury is not serious, and there is no need to fight again - it hurts! What are you doing, senior..."

The Uchiha ninja who had just treated Ling took back his hand from pressing Ling's wound, looked at Ling's aggrieved expression and said, "It's because the battle situation is not tense now that we can let you return to the tribe to see what's going on. If a conflict really breaks out later... Humph, you still want to rest? Dream on."

"Okay, okay, Wenyu, don't be so harsh on the juniors. It's rare to find a junior who is calm and enjoys fighting so much," said Uchiha Qing, who had met before and was holding a blue kitten in his arms and couldn't let it go. "Encourage the juniors once in a while."

"Encouragement?" Uchiha Wenyu stood up and snorted, "The brat who dared to charge directly into the Thousand Hands camp with just a little courage needs encouragement from a medical ninja like me?"

"The Senju Camp? I wouldn't be surprised if this brat goes straight to the Senju clan to pick a fight someday." Another Uchiha came over with his arms folded. "He's blind but still so troublesome - is it difficult for you to accept the protection of the clan?"

"Well, Changfeng, you're almost there too..." Uchiha Qing reluctantly put the kitten in his hand back on Ling's shoulder, stretched out his hand to push the tribesman who had just spoken with a sullen face to the other side, "We'll leave first, Wenyu, the casualty statistics and the lovely juniors will be left to you--"

“Hmph…” Uchiha Wenyu waved his hands at the two of them, looking at Ling with a half-smile, “It’s true that you can toss around.”

Ling smiled awkwardly but still didn't respond.

"Don't think that guy is being too harsh. After he opened his eyes, he has never been nice to anyone except his parents."

Uchiha Wenyu crossed his arms, the half-smile on his face becoming more intense, "Especially for someone like you who wants to go to the battlefield even though you are injured. He already appreciates you for not slapping you twice on the spot."

Ling raised his hand to scratch his hair on the side of his face, lowered his head, and made a final struggle, "I also know that the seniors are worried about me, but with my personality, I would be uncomfortable if I was left idle..."

"You can just hold back your discomfort. Besides, regular missions during wartime aren't that easy to accomplish. If you're unlucky, you might even run into the main force of the Thousand Hands. But you should be looking forward to it, right?"

Ling knew that there was no room for negotiation on this matter, so he could only sigh and obediently agree to return to the tribe - how could the probability of a conflict breaking out when returning to complete the mission be as high as on the battlefield?

Uchiha Wenyu stared at the kitten squatting on Ling's shoulder and licking its fur. He couldn't help but take out some dried fish from his arms to tease the cat. "But your generation is really amazing. You actually have three Mangekyō now... I don't know if it's good or bad."

Hearing this, Ling's smile faded, "I can only say that it is a good thing for the clan's future and strength..."

"Hmph, the future and strength of the clan..." Uchiha Wenyu looked at the kitten with great satisfaction as he gnashed his teeth on the dried fish, and brought up another topic, "By the way, what on earth have you been doing with my little apprentice these years? When I asked him last time, he actually dared to stammer and evade the question... You little brat are really good at brainwashing."

"I did ask Hong to research some things about the opening of the Mangekyō Sharingan..." Ling paused for a moment, "As for the concealment, it was not something I asked Hong to do on purpose, but it was in accordance with the clan's request. If there are any results, I will probably only tell the clan members who have already opened their eyes."

"Oh? So it's about research on helping to open the eyes?" Uchiha Wenyu showed an interested expression. "Now that I think about it, my little apprentice seems to have opened his eyes without anyone dying around him...but the clan has never told us the specific method. Is it because telling us will affect the effect of opening the eyes?"

Ling smiled and nodded, as a sign of agreement.

"Hey, you little brats are really capable of making trouble... But if it really works, it will be a good thing." Uchiha Wenyu took out another dried fish and handed it to the little cat that had already climbed above Ling's head, "Okay, you rest here, wait for me to count the wounded, and then you can go back together."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, senior."

But when Uchiha Wenyu's chakra gradually faded away in his perception, the smile on Ling's face disappeared completely, because he knew clearly that in addition to working with the clan's top leaders to study how to guide the emotions of the clan members to open their eyes, Uchiha Hong was also working hard to develop a brand new perception ninjutsu that could be used directly in conjunction with the pupil power because of the remaining malice and changes on the clan's stele.

In Ling's heart, the latter point is even more important than the former. After all, although the Mangekyō Sharingan is difficult to obtain in a peaceful way, it is not too rare for their clan in this era and in this chaotic and disordered background.

But it was different from an enemy that he could not sense any trace of. He was sure that there was such an unknown enemy plotting against Uchiha, and he had mentioned this to his father. However, after that, the mysterious man seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, and never showed any trace again, so they could not get more practical evidence to report to the clan, so that the clan would really take this matter seriously...

Thinking of this, Ling couldn't help but gently stroke the handle of the cane knife, with a cold smile on his lips, "It really makes me can't wait to see him..."