Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

Chapter 157 It's normal for the two brothers to wrestle, right?

"On this day when the verdant cypress trees stand still in spring, and heaven and earth grieve together, we bid farewell with extremely heavy hearts to a loved one, a respected elder brother, and a family elite who died young."

With tears in his eyes, Uchiha Tajima Tora smoothed the wrinkles on Uchiha Gin's "corpse" clothes with trembling hands. His voice choked with sobs, outwardly appearing grief-stricken, but inwardly he wore a completely different expression.

"Ah Yin, how long are you going to keep up this act? Your uncle's running out of things to say!"

Having just been added to the film crew's group chat, Uchiha Tajima, after a brief moment of curiosity, launched into a tirade against Uchiha Gin's spiritual form.

"Just a moment, it'll be ready soon!"

Tsk, someone with so little knowledge can still be a clan leader; the Uchiha clan has truly fallen.

Uchiha Gin rolled his eyes speechlessly, and the chakra within him, which had been cooled down for a long time, began to stir with his thoughts.

"Father, please accept my condolences. My cousin, if he were alive, would not want you to suffer like this."

Madara Uchiha, who had quietly wiped away his tears, stepped forward, placed his hand on Tajima Uchiha's shoulder, and whispered words of comfort.

Madara Uchiha was deeply saddened by Gin Uchiha's sacrifice, and even after awakening the legendary Mangekyou Sharingan, he felt no joy whatsoever.

With her eyelids lowered, her dark eyes were filled with barely suppressed sadness. If it weren't for the need to cheer her up, her cousin wouldn't have organized the special training. If it weren't for the special training, they wouldn't have come to the Naga River. And if they hadn't come to the Naga River, Uchiha Gin wouldn't have...

In that instant, Madara Uchiha's brain circuits formed a closed loop.

It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, my cousin wouldn't have died!

Thinking this, Madara Uchiha instantly became as dejected as Tajima Uchiha, and warm tears slowly welled up in his eyes.

I am the culprit who killed my cousin.

He then knelt down, sinking into a deep state of emo, unable to extricate himself.

"Big Cousin"

As for Izuna, he kept muttering Uchiha Gin's name, and tears streamed down his face like water dams being repaired by the Water Release technique.

"Forehead"

Only Uchiha Rinpoche stood there blankly, her beautiful eyes half-open, her gaze shifting uncertainly. She was torn between whether she should join in, otherwise her expressionless face would make her seem so out of place in this sorrowful atmosphere.

"Gintoki~~~"

Uchiha Tajima's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, his high-pitched voice giving the girl goosebumps all over.

Forget it, the clan leader's acting is just too cringeworthy. I'd better just quietly disappear.

Hurry up, Mr. Yin, I can't hold on much longer.

Uchiha Rinne instinctively clasped his hands together, praying silently in his heart.

"Little Zhi, don't be too sad. My older cousin... sigh? sigh?? sigh!!!"

With tears streaming down his face, Uchiha Izuna looked at the girl who was praying and, mimicking his older brother's tone, offered words of comfort.

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Uchiha Gin's "body," and what happened next left him speechless with astonishment.

"Izuna, in such a serious atmosphere, don't make any strange noises."

Having recovered slightly, Madara Uchiha heard his younger brother's strange cry and reprimanded him.

"No, no, no, look! My cousin has a third eye tattoo on his forehead!"

Having finally managed to close his mouth, Uchiha Izuna pointed tremblingly at Uchiha Gin's forehead, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"So what if I have a tattoo?"

Upon hearing this, Madara Uchiha frowned and looked up. He knew about the strange, almost blackish-red tattoo on Gin Uchiha's forehead, but he didn't take it to heart. After all, getting a tattoo these days was quite normal.

He might get a tattoo of his favorite design on his chest someday.

"well?"

But when he looked at Uchiha Gin's forehead, he also let out the same surprised sound as Izuna.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look, all four pairs of eyes fixed on Uchiha Gin, who lay silently on the ground.

All that could be seen was the peaceful and seemingly asleep Uchiha Gin. The black tattoo on his forehead was now flashing with red light, and several twisted tentacles, like sprouts, began to slowly spread along his fair skin, centered on the design.

Black and red patterns climbed regularly onto Uchiha Gin's face, intertwining and spreading, drawing a bewitching pattern on his handsome face.

As the patterns spread, the stunned group suddenly sensed a powerful life force emanating from Uchiha Gin. Startled, they activated their Sharingan one after another, attempting to uncover the secrets within.

"That is?"

The impulsive Uchiha Izuna spoke first. With the aid of his Sharingan, he could clearly see the chakra, brimming with vitality, gushing out from the patterns on Uchiha Gin's forehead and merging into his cousin's parched body through his meridians.

"This aura?"

Madara Uchiha's eyes were filled with horror. He also saw the chakra merging into Gin Uchiha's body, but what shocked him even more was that as the chakra flowed, the lifeless body was slowly recovering.

The wounds on Uchiha Gin's body began to heal rapidly. The gruesome wound on his chest disappeared without a trace after a puff of white smoke, and there was no trace of injury visible on his fair skin.

"thump!"

!!!

A slight thumping sound rang in their ears. All of them were elite ninjas with senses far beyond those of ordinary people. Upon hearing this familiar sound, they all subconsciously held their breath, their panting sounds masking the thumping.

"Thump! Thump!"

The four men held their breath and squeezed their hearts to temporarily stop beating, while the sound of their hearts pounding became clearer and stronger.

"Phew~"

After hearing the regular beating of his heart, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Uchiha Gin's peaceful face, they noticed that his lips, which had been pale just moments before, were now stained a deep crimson, a sign of life.

Uchiha Izuna leaned down, pressing his ear against Uchiha Gin's chest, feeling the slight rise and fall of his chest. His joy was palpable; he excitedly raised his head, his voice trembling.

"My big cousin seems to be alive!"

Uchiha Tajima then flashed to Uchiha Gin's side, placing his hand on Gin's head. While feigning an examination, he secretly observed the alluring markings on his nephew's face, thinking to himself...

"Ah Yin, that move of yours looks pretty intimidating!"

"What do you mean by bluffing? This is the absolute pinnacle of medical ninjutsu! Ever heard of Creation Rebirth? I can be chopped in half and pieced back together and still come back to life!"

Hearing the mockery from his uncle, Uchiha Gin was furious. Previously, because the Yin Seal wasn't available, many of Tsunade's newly acquired skills were useless, and the Creation Rebirth she was currently using was one of them.

"Hehe, that's really impressive!"

Uchiha Tajima started speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"Alright, hurry up and carry me back, then this matter is over."

Unable to endure this humiliation any longer, Uchiha Gin urged Uchiha Tajima to run away quickly. This place was not safe to stay in. The commotion just now was so loud that if it alerted the Senju clan, his plan would be exposed.

"Father, how is my cousin?"

Seeing Uchiha Tajima open his eyes, Uchiha Madara, standing beside him, asked with a worried expression,

"A-Yin is mentally sound and has just regained her vitality, but she has fallen into a coma for some reason. We need to send her to the clan for a professional medical team to examine her."

Uchiha Tajima's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, revealing a reassuring smile.

"Let's hurry up and go!"

Overjoyed, the younger cousin hoisted Uchiha Gin onto his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body; a surge of joy at having found something he had lost filled his heart.

Hey! My older cousin is still alive, and I've received my New Year's money again!

"Be careful, Izuna."

Seeing Uchiha Izuna's rough movements, Uchiha Madara frowned and reminded him. He then went over to help, and the two of them, one on each side, carried Uchiha Gin to the middle and flew towards the clan's territory.

Following behind were Uchiha Tajima and Uchiha Osamu, both insiders with their own thoughts, especially the purple-haired girl, who looked thoughtfully at the patterns on Uchiha Gin's face.

In the opposite direction they had gone, two figures slowed their pace. The shirtless Tobirama Senju tossed the disheveled Hashirama Senju to the ground with a sigh of relief.

"Phew, it's finally over. I'm exhausted."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm still injured! My silly little brother~"

Sitting on the ground, Hashirama Senju rolled his eyes, showing no trace of the seriousness he had displayed during the battle, and said to Tobirama Senju in a mocking tone,

"Shut up! We're already here, what's the point of acting anymore?"

Tobirama Senju's face darkened, revealing a look of utter disgust.

"Sigh, shouldn't we dispel this? The original body specifically instructed us not to let anyone else see us."

Hashirama Senju stood up from the ground, a hint of worry on his honest face. This direction wasn't far from the Senju camp, and if they ran into the Senju clan, their secret would be exposed.

"Hmph! How could we be so unlucky? We might only get to come out once in our lives, so we have to make the most of it!"

Tobirama Senju clearly inherited some of the spirit of the person he was imitating; his scarlet eyes rolled around, as if he didn't want to disappear like that.

"My silly little brother, you can't do that."

The clone of Hashirama Senju's chakra, inheriting some of its owner's personality traits, immediately frowned, grabbed Tobirama Senju's arm, and tried to stop his overstepping behavior.

"Ah! Clan Chief? Second-in-command? You guys?"

Just then, a surprised and uncertain voice rang in their ears, and their hearts sank.

Damn it, what I feared most has come to pass.

From the nearby jungle emerged a small group of women, led by a tall, slender woman with long hair and a stern expression.

Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were filled with confusion; the voice just now must have come from her.

"Ahem... We're... wrestling! Tobirama, you agree, right?"

(End of this chapter)