Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

"Obito?"

Uchiha Gin, who was about to push the door open, paused, turned his head with a strange expression to look at the resentful Yashiro beside him.

“That’s right, it was Elder Setsuna who personally bestowed this name upon us.”

"Oh, oh, oh~ Which way or more?"

So Obito was Setsuna's son!
After the truth of this century-old mystery was revealed, Uchiha Gin suddenly became very curious whether Obi-Man, who was half-Akimichi and half-Uchiha, could still accomplish something earth-shattering like in the original timeline.

"Little Ba, you've really struck gold this time!"

With a sigh, Gin patted Yatsura on the shoulder and turned to open the door to the private room.

Call ~
A wave of scorching steam hit you, and in the misty room, you could vaguely see several beautiful women sitting around a leisurely old man. The atmosphere of the whole scene could only be described as joyful.
"who?"

Upon hearing the door open, a stern yet slightly displeased question rang out from within the mist.

Didn't I already tell Yashiro not to let anyone disturb him?
"Tsk tsk tsk~ Uncle, you're living the good life!"

Looking around the room with great interest at its exquisite and luxurious decor, Uchiha Gin's eyes were practically red with envy. This is what life should be like!
"Ah Yin?"

The familiar voice of his nephew instantly extinguished Uchiha Tajima's anger. He abruptly stood up from the pool, raised his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a sharp gust of wind blew away the mist.

"Hehe~"

Putting work aside, Uchiha Gin just wanted to experience his uncle's life right now.
"Uncle, let me celebrate the New Year too!"

But he only got halfway through his request when the harsh reality struck him, his expression suddenly freezing. The pleading words that were about to spill from his lips changed abruptly, and he immediately offered a belated New Year's greeting to Uchiha Tajima, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Haven't several months of the year already passed?"

With a puzzled look, Uchiha Tajima accepted the towel handed to him by the heavily made-up old woman beside him. Supported by two other equally withered old women, he gracefully walked up to Uchiha Gin.
"A good year is never too late."

Suppressing the urge to gouge out his own eyes, Uchiha Gin stared blankly, trying his best to keep his attention from being drawn to the scantily clad old women around his uncle.

"Come on, let's take a soak together and let these beauties help you relax."

Seeing his nephew's stiff body, Uchiha Tajima stepped forward and patted him hard on the shoulder, winking and inviting him.

"Trust me, it can cool you down."

"Ahem, Uncle, I've come here today to discuss something important."

Uchiha Gin shuddered at these words, his gaze instinctively drifting to the radiantly smiling old woman beside his uncle. Seeing her bright red lips, painted even more vibrant than the Sharingan's, he nearly fainted from shock.

He originally thought that the demon Bogan was invincible, but he didn't expect that his uncle had even more top-notch stuff.

"Is this serious business?"

Uchiha Tajima frowned, then shook his head regretfully, gesturing for the old raisins beside him to leave first.
"You can go now, we'll call you later."

"Yes~"

The old women obediently lined up to leave, and as they passed Uchiha Gintoki, several of them brazenly gave him flirtatious winks with an effectiveness comparable to an S-rank genjutsu.

"See you tonight, handsome!"

ξ(＞)
The horrifyingly disgusting scene made Gin Uchiha's stomach churn. If his uncle hadn't been there, he would have wanted to activate Kamui and send all those demons and monsters to another dimension.

"Uncle, your taste is rather unusual."

Once the gate was closed, Uchiha Gin loosened his clenched fists and looked at his uncle, who was filled with reluctance, with lingering fear.

"Ah Yin, you don't understand. One of my bathhouse friends once said that women are like fine wine; the older they are, the better they taste."

Uchiha Tajima touched his lips, smiling wistfully as he spoke.

"The bath buddy you're talking about, is he some kind of slovenly, dark-skinned guy in jail?"

Upon hearing that familiar line, Uchiha Gin's memories, sealed away for over five hundred chapters, were instantly awakened, his twitching face filled with a strange expression.

"You know Old Ai?"

"We're old acquaintances."

Old Uncle's classic quote came from the mouth of the first generation Lei. However, he did not expect that the first generation Lao Ai was still alive and had become a bathing buddy with Old Uncle who shared the same interests.

"Haha, then I'll have to have a good talk with him next time."

After a hearty laugh, the uncle gestured for Uchiha Gin to sit on a nearby massage sofa and warmly poured him a glass of sparkling sweet water.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Glug glug~
"call"

After taking a large gulp of the sweetened water, Uchiha Gin finally felt some relief from the shock of the stunning old woman. He let out a long breath, then adopted a serious expression and recounted the massacre of civilians that had occurred in the Land of Rain.

"Massacre of civilians? Such despicable acts are not befitting the Uchiha clan!"

After hearing the entire account of the incident, Uchiha Tajima's eyes widened in anger, and a chilling aura emanated from his aged body. The surrounding mist instantly condensed into water droplets that fell to the ground.

"The first ironclad rule of the Ghost Squad is to forbid attacking unarmed civilians."

Having received his uncle's confident reply, Uchiha Gin thoughtfully stroked his chin.
If it wasn't the work of the Ghost Squad, then what's the explanation for the red eyes?

"Could it be that someone deliberately wore colored contact lenses to frame the Uchiha clan?"

Thinking about it now, this is the only possibility.

Our enemies are too wicked; they're willing to resort to such despicable tactics to undermine unity.

"Wait, tell me the specific details of the whole incident again."

Just as Uchiha Gin was cursing that his enemy's sons must be gay, his uncle, who was lying on the massage sofa, suddenly frowned, as if recalling something.
"Uh, let me think... Crimson Eye, Illusion, Explosion."

"Blood-red eyes, illusion, explosion."

Uchiha Tajima murmured these keywords repeatedly, and gradually, a strange look appeared in his sharp eyes.
"I remember now."

"what?"

Looking at his uncle with a complicated expression, Uchiha Gin sat up with a puzzled look on his face, ready to listen attentively.

“Ah Yin, you should remember that our Uchiha clan’s ancestral home was in the Land of Lightning. Later, because the Land of Fire was richer in resources, we moved to the vicinity of Konoha.”

"I know that. The ruins of our Uchiha clan's old territory are still there. I heard that it was recently developed into a tourist attraction by Kumogakure, and the entrance fee is quite expensive."

Uchiha Gin nodded unhappily. Anyone would be upset if their hometown were used by outsiders to exploit them.

"The one who advocated for the migration was my grandfather, who was the clan leader. When I was young, he told me many interesting stories about the Uchiha clan living in the Land of Lightning, including one about the Scarlet Eyes."

Speaking of his grandfather, the uncle's face showed a hint of admiration, but even more so, the reverence of a junior for an elder. "The Crimson Eye?"

"The accurate name should be Blood Dragon Eye."

Blood Dragon Eye?

Upon hearing this name, Uchiha Gin's fragmented memories began to piece together automatically, and a seemingly insignificant plot point from the original Naruto manga surfaced in his mind.
"Uncle, you're not talking about the Blood Pool Clan, are you?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

Uchiha Tajima looked at Uchiha Gin with surprise. This part of history should only be vaguely known to people his age.

"Don't forget who my grandfather is."

"A teacher? No wonder."

Thinking of the erudite Uchiha Yao, the old uncle sighed with a strange expression. Among all the Uchiha clans, his teacher was probably the one who knew the most about such family history, without exception.

The Blood Pond Clan was once a renowned family of ocular jutsu masters in the Land of Lightning. At its peak, they could rival the Uchiha Clan. Later, they even used marriage alliances to gain favor with the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning, becoming incredibly powerful for a time.

Unfortunately, the marriage alliance both brought them good and bad. The daimyo of the Land of Lightning suddenly died of illness, and the daughter of the head of the Blood Pond clan, with whom they had been betrothed, was framed by the wife who was eager to legitimize her own son, resulting in the entire clan being exiled.

In order to suppress the Blood Pond Clan, whose eye techniques were bizarre, the Daimyo's wife hired the Uchiha Clan, who were also masters of eye techniques, to guard them. This employment relationship ended when the Uchiha Clan migrated.

"Uncle, according to you, the attackers' true identity is the Blood Pool Clan?"

"If the attackers hadn't deliberately spread the word that they were Uchiha from Konoha, I wouldn't be so sure, but now that the blame has been pinned on us, they are definitely the real culprits."

Uchiha Tajima nodded slightly. Although the Uchiha who served as a prison guard was doing it for money, in the eyes of the exiled Blood Pond clan, it was undoubtedly a form of persecution.
"I remember the Blood Pool clan was exiled to a place where..."

Due to the vast distance in time, Uchiha Gin frowned deeply, unable to recall the exact location of the Blood Pond clan.

"Ten miles to the right after you leave the house."

"what?"

Uchiha Gin, who was resting his chin on his hand in a thinker's pose, slipped on his elbow and almost fell headfirst into the bathtub in front of him.

"I thought you knew that the Blood Pond Clan was exiled to a place called Hell Valley, which is near an active volcano in the Land of Hot Water."

Watching his nephew make a fool of himself, Uchiha Tajima shrugged and pointed to the hot spring bath in front of him, which was bubbling with the smell of sulfur.

"This active volcano is famous for its surrounding hot springs, and it was later developed into a famous hot spring street."

"Ah Yin, are you really not going to stay the night before you leave?"

"No, no, Xiaoguang is still waiting for me to eat at home!"

"Sigh~ You're really unlucky, Hachishiro, you see Gin off."

Having declined his uncle's invitation to bathe with the group of elderly women, Uchiha Gin, led by the Eighth Hokage, scrambled out of the luxurious bathhouse, which was wholly owned by the Land of Waves.

"Phew. I almost ruined my reputation in my later years."

Looking back with lingering fear at the several courtesan elders waving at him from the doorway, Uchiha Gin wished he had more legs.
"Brother, I see your forehead is dark, your eyes are lifeless, your lips are cracked and your tongue is parched, your spirit is scattered; you will surely suffer a bloody disaster soon."

Just then, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair darted out from a nearby alley, launching into a string of rhyming street fortune-telling phrases.
"Sorry, I don't do fortune telling."

Uchiha Gin looked at the unfamiliar man with slicked-back hair in front of him with suspicion, then waved his hand in refusal. He himself was a staunch materialist.
Faced with Uchiha Gin's stern rejection, the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair showed no disappointment; instead, he revealed a kind of morbid fanaticism.

"No, no, no, please give me a minute. It's not too late to draw a conclusion after you've understood the supreme power of the Evil God."

As he spoke, he pulled a small booklet with a strange array drawn on the cover from his pocket and tried to shove it into Uchiha Gin's arms without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

Following behind Uchiha Gin, the Eighth Hokage seemed used to the scene unfolding before him. He expressionlessly stepped forward and slapped the suspicious booklet out of the slick-haired man's hand.
“Didn’t your boss tell you that you’re not allowed to recruit people on this street?”

Upon seeing the pamphlet filled with doctrines being knocked away, the slick-haired man's face instantly contorted into a terrifying grimace.

"Uh... ghost soldiers?"

However, upon seeing the demon mask on Yatsushiro's face, his anger vanished instantly. He rubbed his hands together, bowing and scraping with a fawning smile.
"Excuse me, I'm new here."

"Get out of here and never show your face on this street again, or I'll beat you every time I see you."

Who are they?

Watching the disheveled figure of the slick-back-haired man, Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow.
"It's nothing, just a social group that uses some nonsense doctrines to recruit people and collect membership fees."

Yashiro shook his head indifferently. He'd had quite a few dealings with these people lately because of customer complaints.
"I see."

Recalling the word "evil god" from the slick-back-haired man's words, Uchiha Gin nodded with a puzzled expression.

"Keep an eye on these guys from now on. If they're doing anything weird, remember to report to me immediately."

"Yes!"

Although he couldn't understand why Uchiha Gin was interested in a group of unemployed people, Yashiro still carefully memorized the instruction.

After bidding farewell to the Eighth Hokage, Gin Uchiha teleported in the direction his uncle had indicated, landing a few minutes later in front of a decaying warning sign.

Entry is strictly prohibited; violators will be held responsible for any consequences.

Further in, there is a narrow pass where all you can see in the distance are bare rocks and rising geothermal steam.

Looking around, he found that although the place was not far from the hot spring town, it was excessively desolate. In addition to the pungent smell of sulfur, there was also a faint stench of blood in the damp air.
This seems to be the place.

Uchiha Gin nodded inwardly, strode past the decaying warning sign, and headed towards the source of the bloody smell.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

They had only taken a few steps when several cold lights shot out from the shadows, followed by a delicate shout that rang out from the narrow pass.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass into Hell Valley?"

"Wow! A rare find!"

Ignoring the blood-red eyes flashing in the shadows, Uchiha Gin crouched down, fiddling with the familiar Wave Country-made shuriken lying on the ground in front of him.

It seems the Blood Pool Clan isn't as closed off as I thought; they even managed to get their hands on this new stuff.

"Hey! Someone's talking to you, are you deaf, you curly-haired little devil?"

Just then, the ignored voice rang out again, but this time, it carried a hint of a sob in its tone.

"You need to buy a ticket to get in! Baka~! Baka~!" (End of Chapter)