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

Uzumaki Yi looked at the Uchiha team not far away, the joy on his face gradually turned into doubt, and finally he frowned and stopped at a distance enough for him to react, and said loudly, "I say, Ling, you are making such a fuss... it shouldn't be to kill me and rob me, right?"

"Don't worry, if I want to kill you, I will definitely not let you be alert in advance," Ling shrugged slightly, "Didn't you use the blood pools to study the technique? I brought a few people from the sealing class - after all, I have never been particularly good at sealing techniques. If there is a mistake in communication, it will be delayed until next year. It is safest to let you teach directly on the spot."

“Haha, it’s okay to teach you…” Uzumaki Yi’s mouth twitched slightly, “But if they keep staring at me with their Sharingans, I really don’t dare to get close to them with this number - I don’t have the intention to end my life with you guys right now.”

As he finished speaking, the Uchiha people behind Ling also became agitated. Although they didn't say anything, their eager expressions made it clear that they wanted to rush forward and completely keep Uzumaki Yi.

"I thought you were used to my people's resistance to you," Ling chuckled and walked to the side, "You have the drawing scroll, right? Give it to them, and we'll go talk - after all, you have a chakra that I'm concerned about."

Uzumaki Yi tilted his head to look at Hashirama who had dyed his hair red and followed him out. He sighed helplessly, took out the scroll and handed it to the entourage beside him, and then followed in the direction of Ling. "That's right, I'm having a headache too... This child is really more of a headache as he grows older."

"Yes, I was always frightened by this kid's behavior before. Now, what I asked you to do before..."

Madara watched as the two whirlpools left behind by Uzumaki Yi walked over here reluctantly and began to communicate with their team, and then he followed Ling's pace - but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the peer who had always covered his face and stared at him with burning eyes.

[It should be the watermelon-headed guy I saw before? He is a man, right? Why does he have a princess cut? What kind of fetishes does the Uzumaki clan have? Why do they always produce perverts? And this guy's eyebrows and eyes always look familiar... Wow, he's coming closer - stay away from me! ]

"Long time no see! Mada! I missed you so much!"

[What are you thinking about? I don’t recognize this voice… No, wait, this voice——] Madara’s forehead twitched, and his Sharingan opened unconsciously, “Huh, Hush hot mom?!”

"Right!" Hashirama directly put his arm around Madara's shoulders, and with his other hand he gave a thumbs up after pulling down his mask, "As expected of Madara!"

Madara stretched out his hand and twisted the ends of Hashirama's hair. When he saw the red color spreading on his fingers, the three black magatama in his eyes spun faster and faster. His voice trembled, but it was hard to tell whether he was angry or surprised, "You...you actually..."

"Haha... I've actually wanted to confess to you for a long time, but there's never been a suitable opportunity, and I always felt that you would beat me up after I told you," Hashirama scratched his face with his fingers, "This time it's because Brother Yi said he was coming to see your brother, and I wondered if you would be there, so I wanted to take this opportunity to explain to you, so I followed - hey, since I'm so proactive, will you forgive me?"

"That kind of thing is nothing..." Madara tightly grasped the strand of hair in his hand, and stared at him with his Sharingan as Hashirama cried out in pain, "Why do you keep such a disgusting hairstyle?"

“Eh?! Is that disgusting!? I thought I was pretty cute—Aaaah! My scalp is going to fall off!! I was wrong! I was wrong! Can’t I just listen to you about which hairstyle you want?! Let go!”

"Who cares about you? Wash this disgusting red off! It's annoying to look at!"

"So it's a color problem?! Isn't this too much?! Red is so beautiful! Aren't Madara's eyes also red?!"

"Shut up! There's no comparison!"

Uzumaki Yi looked at the two people struggling to follow him and sighed, but with a smile on his face, "Haha, Madara still hates me so much... But their relationship is much better than the two of us. It seems that your crazy idea is really going to come true. It's incredible."

"Yes, although I made bold statements at the beginning, I never expected that this day would come sooner than I expected..." Ling slightly tilted his ear to listen to the movement behind him, and a smile spread across his mouth, "Well, this way, I can feel more at ease when the final action is taken."

Madara and Hashirama were still arguing behind him and didn't notice Ling's low voice, but Uzumaki Yi, who was following Ling, heard it clearly. He looked a little serious, "Although I don't know what you are going to do then, but if we proceed according to the current situation, no matter what you do then it will only destroy the alliance, right?

At that time, you may not only face the accusations of our three clans, but also the anger of other ninja clans attracted in the process - you will die."

"Haha, there's nothing I can do. After all, I promised you a long time ago, and I can't break my promise," Ling shrugged slightly, "and believe me, only by doing this can we integrate this extremely exclusive clan into the future collective.

After all, only when common interests are destroyed, when equal losses are suffered, and when equal pain is felt, can people come together and understand each other. Only by understanding each other can new bonds be born, and people can become one and move towards a common goal, right?

Rather than letting conflicts slowly accumulate and eventually lead to an uncontrollable explosion, it is better to nip them in the bud at the beginning.”

“Even if you are destined to perish, you are also destined not to be understood?” Xuwo Yi’s voice was even lower. “You obviously have a gentler way to choose.”

"But if that happens, the Uchiha will always be just the Uchiha. They will never be able to integrate into a new collective. In the end, there won't even be a second possibility except destruction."

Xuanwo Yi's face was full of disapproval. "Besides, this is only a temporary measure. As long as people gather together, conflict is inevitable. You don't need to push yourself to a dead end for this."

"As the saying goes, do your best and leave the rest to fate. What we have done for a while is enough. If future generations do not know how to adapt, then it is only right that we perish."

"You are just gambling your bright future on an unknown outcome in the future. This is simply—"

"That's just nonsense, isn't it? But, Yi..." Ling smiled and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "I already knew the result of going all out and failing, and I've tasted enough of the pain and hardship of the trough... But I walked out, and in my life, there will never be anything more confusing and helpless than this.

So no matter what the result is, I will accept it calmly - I said that, right? After the success, I can stand on the top and enjoy the fame, but it is not necessary. As long as I can reach that result, what's wrong with using myself as the cornerstone? "