Naruto: The hardworking model who realizes his dream is actually the white moonlight of the ninja wo

Uchiha Madara appeared at the wrong time.

A second earlier, and the treatment would be restarted. A second later, and there would be no such embarrassing collision.

Izuna's eye transplant surgery was finally completed successfully, and Neji would never want to have it done again.

His mind was close to its limit and it took him some time to react.

Fortunately, Uchiha Madara was not cold-blooded and his first action was to confirm Izuna's safety. Neji jumped out the window and ran, but his chakra had been almost exhausted before, so he was a little powerless at this time.

The wound on the abdomen began to twitch, involving the empty stomach. Not only was there pain, but there was also a feeling of dizziness that followed.

The shortcomings of not being able to get in at all were fully exposed at this moment.

"Hehe, the host is at a big disadvantage."

"Shut up."

Neji was a little out of breath. The Uchiha Inner Courtyard was not big and had many twists and turns. In terms of terrain, he could never win over Madara.

The Uchiha clan leader moved within the Byakugan's field of vision, and the distance that had been opened with great difficulty was shrinking rapidly.

Suddenly, Neji suddenly recalled the description given by Uchiha Madara when he first saw the main battlefield of Loess during the Fourth Shinobi World War.

That was the natural disaster itself. Fighting one against a thousand was not even a warm-up exercise.

We are not enemies, not opponents, and to Uchiha Madara, we are not even ants. He only needs to move his fingers to crush all the beauty, glory, misfortune, and ruin to the ground.

And now, this natural disaster was rushing towards him with a pressing sense of oppression. The speed was extremely fast, but it was just speed.

Uchiha Madara wanted to find him.

But I don't want to kill him.

It was just a wall. Ningji jumped onto the roof and looked down at the whole courtyard.

As I recall, this should be right above Madara's room, and further back, that's where the guards are.

There is no way to retreat or escape.

Madara slowed down his pace, and every sound of his footsteps touching the wooden floor struck Neji directly in his heart.

You can't escape by running.

"Host, you are about to die!"

"If you are caught by Madara, you, the one who took Izuna's eyes, will be whipped repeatedly."

"There is no hope of living, and no hope of dying."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The system is like a furnace, blowing non-stop.

But whether Uchiha Madara is angry or not is up to Madara himself to decide.

"It would be best if we could escape."

As long as Izuna is alive, he will never face true death.

Light blue chakra gathered at the fingertips and poked the boy's body, opening the acupuncture points and allowing the depleted chakra to recover. It was only temporary, but it was not a bad idea to try.

Madara was walking along the corridor with a huge fan tied behind him and human blood seemed to be on his face.

He was very careful and not a drop of blood fell on the corridor, adding to the consul's workload.

The Uchiha clan not only has warriors, but also ordinary people from the outer circle, plus some great figures with high moral character and prestige.

For example, the Uchiha Chinese.

The people in this family, apart from the ordinary people who work, the old, the weak and the disabled, are the big shots.

Why did the "evil spirit" run away? Uchiha Madara might have figured it out, but he didn't need to think about it.

Once you see it, everything becomes clear.

These eyes are indeed something that the Uchiha clan can be proud of, and Uchiha Madara is the best among the clan.

He walked slowly forward and felt the man suddenly gain strength.

Is it the forbidden technique of the Senju clan? No, this aura is not that strong.

It is more like external stimulation, forcing the internal chakra to increase temporarily.

Uchiha Madara's experience in dealing with the Senju came in handy unexpectedly at this moment. The "evil spirit"'s attack method was to inject chakra into the enemy's body to destroy the internal organs.

Theoretically speaking, as long as you exercise more control, it is not impossible to inject chakra back into your body to stimulate the meridians and increase your strength.

But this sounds simple, but it is actually hard to imagine how difficult it is to do.

Destruction is always much simpler than convergence control.

There were already guards waiting in the yard. If the "evil spirit" took one more step forward, there would be only one future: capture.

But between the two, there is still a place that only the Uchiha clan can enter.

It is not impossible for the "evil spirit" of the Uchiha clan to enter.

Ningji was sticking to the wall and unexpectedly found a tiny protrusion on the upper right side of the earthen wall.

It is glossier than the surrounding walls and shows signs of frequent use.

And below this wall is the Uchiha clan temple, Nanga Shrine.

Even the walls were wrapped in a thin layer of chakra, emitting unique magical power.

This is a power that can only be felt when in close contact. It is like calling, beckoning, like a compassionate mother pointing the way for a lost child.

Ningji's hand somehow moved closer.

When I had watched all this from the cemetery with my eyes rolled up, it seemed so normal.

Existence and vision are two things that cannot be replaced by each other after all.

The boy's hand was not placed on the protrusion, but in the middle of the wall. The light blue chakra merged with the wall of Nanga Shrine, and a vortex of nothingness appeared out of thin air, sucking the boy in completely.

It disappeared without leaving any trace - looking at the wall, not even the trace of the boy's hand could be detected.

This is... Nanga Shrine?

Neji watched all this in disbelief.

The Uchiha Nanga Shrine is on the ground. It is an ordinary shrine, but the deities enshrined in it are neither humans nor gods.

It was the Sharingan. Right below the plaque with the Uchiha clan emblem was the Sharingan.

The candles flickered, not enough to illuminate the entire space.

Neji went to Nanga Shrine when he was a child.

When he was five years old, the Uchiha clan was exterminated and the clan shrine was sealed. It is said that even the clan shrine underground was sealed.

Red torii gates, countless steps, and a newly built shrine with the smell of paint.

Neatly-grown moss, endless thin bamboos, and angular grey stone slabs.

Nanga Shrine was built only a few years ago, and its original location should be the Uchiha clan's land.

In less than a hundred years, the Uchiha clan was completely changed. In less than a hundred years, only one person was left in such a large clan.

It's not something that can be summed up by just saying that fate is a joke.

This underground shrine is completely different from the one on the ground, and the breath of time can be smelled everywhere.

Moss covered the walls, bringing a sinister vitality - it was indescribably weird.

The ground seemed to have been used recently, and was polished smooth by cattail cushions. It was the place used by the clan.

It's empty here, yet full.

The tiny decorations have lost their original appearance and are crookedly hanging on the walls. The focus of all this finally falls on the stone tablet in the center of the shrine.

The "Wordless Monument". This is what the Sandaime had called this stone monument. He had been there and confirmed it himself.

But the stone tablet in front of me clearly has content.

It was more like a pattern than a word. It was different from any characters or codes that Neji had learned before. He had never seen the way they were composed before.

But those white eyes felt slightly hot, and the information in the pattern seemed to have detached from the stone tablet, rushing into Neji's mind.

"When the Uchiha and the Senju combine, a new Rinnegan will be born."

"Those who possess the Rinnegan will see the secret of how the Sage of Six Paths created the Ninja World."

Both the level structure and the method of opening the Sharingan are recorded in detail. Even the confession of the Six Paths Sage, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, are displayed.

"This is..."

Ningci couldn't believe it. As an outsider, he couldn't possibly peek at the contents of the stone tablet. He had first guessed that the clan leader's request for the Mangekyō Sharingan would be overturned at this moment.

No, there is another possibility.

He can also see the white eyes. He is not an ordinary person that can be seen everywhere on the street. The pure white eyes in his eye sockets are the best proof.

"Who are you."

Uchiha Madara's voice sounded from behind.

"what are you up to."

"Why can I see the words on the stone tablet?"

The Uchiha clan leader was wearing red armor and still smelled of the battlefield. His voice was steady, and although it was a question, there was no ups and downs in it.

It was as if Uchiha Madara was not interested in who the "evil spirit" in front of him was.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. Neji turned his head and faced Uchiha Madara with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

"You've been standing there for a long time."

"Since when?"

The young man looked relaxed, with his limbs hanging naturally. The terrifying look on his face conflicted with his temperament, making him look as strange as if he was wearing a human skin mask.

Uchiha Madara suddenly felt that compared to himself, the person in front of him seemed to be the leader of this conversation.