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

Bang bang bang! ——

A series of rapid knocks sounded at the door, and Uchiha Gin, who was engrossed in enjoying exotic cuisine, impatiently looked up.

"Who's so inconsiderate as to drop by during mealtime?"

Hearing the knocking, Senju Itama poked her head out of the kitchen. Unable to get away, she immediately raised the spatula in her hand and gave instructions:

"Curly-haired baboon, go open the door, my dishes aren't ready yet."

"I really can't help you."

Uchiha Gin pursed his lips, reluctantly putting down the greasy lamb chop he was holding.

Tonight's dinner is lamb chop pilaf.

Creak~

A mysterious figure in a cloak stood outside the door. Upon seeing that it was Uchiha Gin who opened the door, the figure immediately clenched his fists in anger.

"You damned quack!"

"Oh? What brings you here? We don't have any extra bowls and chopsticks."

Seeing the chilling glint in the single eye beneath the other's cloak, Uchiha Gin wasn't afraid; instead, he frowned warily.

There isn't even a maid left in the house to cook. Could this white-haired guy be here to freeload?

"You still have the appetite to eat? What about my eyes?!"

Tobirama Senju sniffed, his gaze falling on the greasy look on Gin Uchiha's lips. He was immediately filled with rage; he hadn't had any meat in a long time.

Upon realizing his eyes hadn't been replaced, Tobirama Senju dropped his broom and rushed out to chase after the irresponsible quack doctor.

He chased after them to no avail; the street outside the gate was deserted. Uchiha Gin, who had just left, had vanished without a trace, leaving him so angry that he stomped his feet in frustration.

Just then, a group of Senju clansmen passed by. Senju Tobirama, who was about to give chase, quickly covered his head and retreated home. If his clansmen found out that he had acquired the Sharingan, the image he had built up over the first half of his life would be completely ruined.

Without delay, fearing that things might get complicated, Tobirama Senju found a cloak at home and then went straight to settle accounts with a certain quack doctor.

"Oh! I knew I'd forgotten something."

Hearing Tobirama Senju's angry voice, Gin Uchiha suddenly realized what was happening. He then looked the white-haired, one-eyed man up and down; the familiar combination gave him a strange feeling of having traveled through time.

Isn't this our sixth generation?

"Actually, this style suits you quite well. Why don't you consider not changing it?"

"Get out! Give me back my mother's eyes!"

"He clearly looks like he could be Hokage."

Seeing that Tobirama Senju didn't recognize the value, Gin Uchiha shook his head with a regretful expression, and as he spoke, he was about to raise his hand to touch the other's eyes.

"Okay, come on over, I'll change it for you here."

Upon hearing this, Tobirama Senju tensed up, dodging Gin Uchiha's greasy hands. Suppressing his anger, he gritted his teeth and questioned him.

"What happened to our promise to prioritize healthcare?"

"I'm in a hurry, and the pilaf will get too greasy if it gets cold."

"That's still not allowed."

"Don't worry, trust my skills."

Seeing Uchiha Gin make another move to gouge out his eyes, Tobirama Senju was so frightened that he took several steps back.

"At least wash your hands, right?"

"How come I never noticed you were such a fussman?"

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, Senju Itama's puzzled voice came from inside the house.

"Who's that curly-haired baboon?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Tobirama Senju's face instantly turned ashen. If his sister were to see his Sharingan, what would become of his authority as an older brother?

"It's our Party Secretary."

"Keep this a secret. I'll come to your classroom tomorrow."

The next moment, as Uchiha Gin turned around, Senju Tobirama in front of him vanished in a flash of blue light.

"Who are you talking about?"

Wearing an apron, Senju Itama curiously approached, carrying a plate of bright green stir-fried bitter melon.

"The door-to-door salesperson has already been sent away."

Looking at the vegetables he hated most with a bitter expression, Uchiha Gin shook his head and casually closed the door.

"Salesperson? Male or female?"

"It's a woman, and she's the big Lai Lai with white hair and red eyes."

Faced with Senju Itama's suspicious questioning, Uchiha Gin, who was in a bad mood, pouted and started talking nonsense.

"Hmph! You're obviously talking nonsense. If it were Da Lai Lai, how could you have just sent him away?"

Knowing Uchiha Gin's true nature, Senju Itama smiled disdainfully, then picked up the stir-fried bitter melon in his hand.

"Eat your food quickly, or the bitter melon will get cold and won't taste good."

"It tastes even worse when it's hot, right?"

Meanwhile, to escape his younger sister, Tobirama Senju flew home. After taking off his cloak, he looked at his alluring Sharingan in the mirror, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Recalling the unfamiliar scenes he saw in those eyes after using Izanagi during the day, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"We have to get rid of this weird thing."

Although Tobirama Senju always boasted that no one understood the Uchiha clan better than him,

But as the saying goes,

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Only after truly experiencing the Sharingan's unpredictable and bizarre abilities did Tobirama Senju reluctantly admit that...

He wasn't the man who understood the Sharingan the most.

Staring at his one-eyed reflection in the mirror for a moment, Tobirama Senju's terrifying thirst for knowledge ultimately triumphed over his reason.

"But before we get the eyes replaced, let's do some research first."

Without hesitation, Tobirama Senju consulted his clan's records regarding the Sharingan. Among the numerous documents, he quickly discovered the strange situation he was encountering.

According to records, the Uchiha clan possesses a type of eye technique that records images, allowing them to re-enact past experiences.

"If it can record footage I've seen before, then this must be it."

Tobirama Senju pondered, "So, the fragments of images he saw when he used Izanagi must have been left behind by the original owner of these eyes."

I just don't know if it was intentional or accidental.

"It's a pity one of them was destroyed, otherwise I could have watched all those scenes in their entirety."

After closing the document, Tobirama Senju shook his head with some regret. His eyes had recorded the two parts of the story, but unfortunately, he had used the eye for the second part to perform Izanagi. Now, his only remaining eye only contained the story without an ending.

"Never mind, my brother's matter is more important now."

After hesitating for a while, Tobirama Senju decided not to delve any deeper. He had more important tasks at hand. As for the story of the owner of these eyes, let him disappear into the long river of history!

midnight

Tobirama Senju, who was working late at home, let out a long yawn.

"ha--"

Because he did not possess Uchiha blood, his single eye, still glowing, could not revert to Sharingan mode; its crimson light flickered faintly under the lamplight.

"Everyone says that activating the Sharingan consumes a lot of chakra, but I haven't felt that way."

Rubbing his sore eyelids, Tobirama Senju sensed the still abundant chakra within his body and expressed his disdain for the Uchiha clan.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~"

Lying in bed, Tobirama Senju quickly drifted off to sleep, and the memory that had appeared during the day reappeared in his dream once again.

A waning moon hangs in the sky.

In the vast, dense forest,

The black figure moved with lightning speed, and the prey locked onto by his scarlet eyes scattered in all directions, but all of this was clearly in vain.

whoosh-

Whizzing--

Sharp shuriken struck each fleeing figure with precision, and the screams that rose and fell were like a symphony of the apocalypse, sounding particularly terrifying in the silent forest.

Among the fleeing crowd, there was a strikingly voluptuous figure. Her long, flowing hair shimmered in the moonlight, and even the loose white shrine maiden robes could not conceal her slender figure.

Faced with the relentless, venomous shadow, her cold and noble face was adorned with ruby-like eyes that, apart from their deep, aloofness, showed not a trace of fear.

"My lady, you should escape first! We'll hold him off!"

Surrounded by a group of loyal guards, the woman looked at her resolute entourage, yet her face remained cold and indifferent, showing no gratitude whatsoever.

"I see it, I won't die."

The woman's voice was clear and ethereal, like the crisp sound of wind chimes atop a snow-capped mountain.

"It's the priestess's prophecy! We're saved!"

The guards seemed to have long been accustomed to the woman's indifferent attitude, and when they heard her say that she would not die, smiles of relief appeared on their faces.

Because the witch's prophecies have never been wrong.

"But you will all die."

The next moment, the voice, as cold as an icy spring, rang out again, and the guards' excited expressions instantly froze on their faces.

""

"It is our honor to sacrifice ourselves for the priestess."

Among the guards, a man who was clearly a superior officer stepped forward, his trembling slightly as he tightened his grip on the long sword at his waist. His pale face showed neither sorrow nor joy.

"Since fate has been decided, we should accept it."

Upon hearing the guard's resigned words, a faint sadness flashed across the priestess's face.

"I will dance for you."

"Thank you, Priestess!"

According to the tradition of the Land of Demons, only when a white-clad priestess dances can the soul of the bravest warrior return to the embrace of the goddess along this heavenly path.

"Have they given up?"

The black figure descended, and under the pale moonlight, a pair of scarlet eyes radiated a chilling coldness.

"Ninjas of the Uchiha clan"

The officer among the guards frowned, and when he saw the three magatama slowly turning in the newcomer's eyes, his heart was filled with despair.

Three tomoe indicate that the opponent is at least an elite captain-level ninja.

As the only surviving head of the guards, he was only a captain.

"Hand over her head, and I might spare your lives."

The Uchiha clansman smiled, knowing that once he completed this mission, he could return to the clan and get married.

"I'm sorry, I cannot comply."

The chief guard drew his long sword from his waist, raised his hand and waved it to his men behind him. The guards, who were ready to die, rushed forward and followed the future that the priestess had foreseen.

"To put up a stubborn resistance."

With a cold glint drawn, the Uchiha clansman transformed into a black lightning bolt, like the scythe of death, reaping the guards who were ready to die. In an instant, blood splattered in the air and corpses littered the ground.

A man led the priestess into the depths of the dense forest, where the captain of the guard stopped in a secluded patch of rocks.

"My lady, I apologize for my intrusion."

The head guard gazed at the priestess's aloof face, as if trying to etch her exquisite beauty into his heart.

"Thank you."

Faced with the guard captain's extremely impolite scrutiny, the priestess seemed to have foreseen something, and nodded slightly without the slightest anger.

"My lady, I..."

A few seconds later, the head guard, who had turned around, became awkward.

Some things, if not said now, may become regrets.

"Thank you, you're a good person."

As it turned out, the priestess foresaw it once again.

"Cough cough cough, I hope the priestess will remember me."

"I will."

The priestess nodded, and the captain of the guard smiled with relief, his eyes then hardening. He tossed his longsword aside and began forming hand seals.

The priestess who witnessed this scene slowly turned and left, her eyes filled with a sorrow unknown to anyone.

Behind her, countless white ribbons bloomed like flower stamens.

"Pfft!"

The Uchiha clansman expressionlessly pulled his long sword from the chest of the last guard.

"Did they escape that way?"

The crimson eyes followed the direction the priestess had fled into the depths of the dense forest. The Uchiha clansman curled his lip and flashed after her.

Following the conspicuous footprints, he quickly spotted the slender figure of the priestess among the rocks. She was clumsily running, lifting her skirt.

Unaware of any ambush nearby, the Uchiha clan members threw several shuriken, planting them in the path the priestess was sure to take.

"Where are your guards?"

""

The priestess didn't reply, but silently lowered her skirt, her charming face filled with deep resentment.

"Hmph, so you were abandoned."

The Uchiha clansman, believing he had uncovered the truth, snorted coldly, expressing his disdain. He then drew his wakizashi from his waist, preparing to carry out his mission.

Upon seeing the sharp blade, the priestess froze, her hands instinctively rising to her feet.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the Uchiha clan members stopped and curiously observed the priestess preparing to form hand seals.

"I almost forgot, you are a priestess who possesses the secret arts of the Land of Demons."

"So what if it is?"

The shrine maiden frowned slightly, but her voice remained clear and crisp.

"If you hand over the secret techniques of the Land of Demons to me, I might consider giving you a quick death; otherwise..."

The Uchiha clansman, coveting the unknown secret technique, revealed a sinister glint in his eyes. He extended his long tongue and licked his sharp ribcage, his crimson eyes filled with veiled implications.

"Don't come any closer!"

No one understood the unfolding events better than a man. The priestess frantically covered her collar, trembling helplessly.

"Hehehe~"

Looking at the lamb-like priestess, Gin, a member of the Uchiha clan, smiled and pressed closer step by step.

"I will tell you."

Finally, under duress, the priestess reluctantly spoke.

"Then hurry up!"

Regrettingly halting their steps, the Uchiha clansmen glared with bloodshot eyes and urged them on.

The priestess tremblingly raised her delicate hand and, under the watchful eyes of the Uchiha clan members, slowly demonstrated the secret technique she had just performed.

Upon noticing the Uchiha clansmen intently taking notes, the shrine maiden's lips curled into a cryptic smile.

The next second, before the priestess could even lower her hand, a cold glint flashed in her ruby-like eyes. Then she saw her own body fall to the ground, and her consciousness vanished into darkness.

Mentioning the beautiful head with its eyes wide open in death, the Uchiha clan members muttered under their breath.

"Stop dawdling! Don't you know I'm in a hurry to get home and get married?"

The previous episode ended, and the dream abruptly ceased.

in reality,

Upon waking from his dream, Tobirama Senju abruptly opened his eyes and stood up. He noticed that the night was still deep, with a waning moon and scattered stars outside the window.

"The secret techniques of the Land of Demons?"

Recalling the inexplicable events of his dream, driven by curiosity, Tobirama Senju made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.

Under the pale moonlight, he slowly raised his hand, his mind filled with the image of the white-haired, red-eyed priestess performing hand seals.

"Hmph! I'll see just how amazing the secret techniques of a small place can be."