Naruto: The Uchiha Calabash Brothers are reshaping the ninja world

With this in mind, Mo decided to let Zhishui follow his original route first.

"You have completely mastered the Uchiha shuriken throwing technique. From now on, focus your training on taijutsu and swordsmanship."

Shisui nodded, took out a kunai, and said eagerly, "Then be careful, brother, I'm about to attack!"

Mo smiled slightly and stood there with a relaxed expression.

"Use your full power and let me see if you are worthy of the name Uchiha."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shisui, with the blade pointing downwards, held the kunai in his hand and rushed towards Mo!

Mo stood motionless until Zhishui rushed in front of him. With a sharp slash of light, his right hand slashed through the kunai. He suddenly bent down, and then his right index finger shot out and precisely inserted into the ring at the end of the kunai!

Then Mo flicked his right hand downwards, and the kunai instantly cut a wound on Shisui's little finger and flew out of his hand. Immediately afterwards, Mo flicked the kunai upwards with his index finger, and the kunai instantly shot out towards Shisui's shoulder diagonally above!

"So fast!"

Shisui exclaimed in surprise and quickly gathered his chakra into his eyes.

"Sharingan!"

Those large, clear black and white eyes instantly turned crimson, with only a jet-black magatama lying quietly inside. The world in Shisui's eyes slowed down as a result.

He quickly dodged the kunai, but before he could catch his breath, Mo's whip kick followed closely behind...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

  

"Bang!"

The dull thuds of flesh colliding echoed through the dark woods. Under Mo's powerful onslaught, Zhi Shui felt as if she were facing a violent storm, with no time to rest. She had to concentrate 100% to barely hold on.

But Shisui also understood that this was Mo's unique and forceful training method.

More than ten minutes later, Zhi Shui had many bruises and small wounds on his body. He lay on the ground, exhausted, and his eyes returned to their clear black and white state.

"How was it, brother? I was pretty awesome, wasn't I?"

"Not bad. When did you awaken your Sharingan?" Uchiha Mo pulled a piece of white paper from his ninja tool pouch and then took out a pen and scribbled something down.

Shisui grinned smugly. "I thought you weren't surprised at all, brother. I just woke up a few mornings ago and suddenly opened my eyes. How about that? I opened my eyes at five years old, just like you! And maybe I can break your record."

Mo Man chuckled indifferently and tossed the densely written paper in his hand next to Zhi Shui.

Shisui struggled to lift her head and looked at Mo, asking, "What is this?"

"The Lightning Sword Transformation you requested, along with a ninjutsu technique, Uchiha Style: Sword Leap Flame. As for the Uchiha Style swordsmanship, we have scrolls in our house. Go learn it yourself. Don't bother me until you've mastered it all."

Shisui put the paper away, sighed, and teased, "To say your cute little brother is annoying, what an irresponsible older brother you are."

Mo ignored him, drew his ninja sword, and began training on his own.

With the Seven-Colored Lotus, Mo doesn't need to deliberately cultivate most things like ninjutsu or physical abilities. He only needs to master the basics and improve his taijutsu and combat skills.

As for the remaining parts, they can be quickly improved using the Seven-Colored Lotus, and the Third Battle is imminent, expected to erupt at the beginning of next year.

During the Third Shinobi World War, Konoha was at war with all four major nations, which was the perfect opportunity for Mo to reap the rewards!

Uchiha Mo practiced his swordsmanship, while Shisui recovered his strength for a while. After treating his wounds briefly, he sat down to watch the training methods for Lightning Sword Transformation and Uchiha Style: Sword Leap Flame.

As the sun began to set, before the two could stop their cultivation, a man arrived and interrupted them.

"Mo, you really are here."

Uchiha Mo frowned slightly, sheathed his ninja sword, and turned to look at the dignified-looking middle-aged man.

"Chief Fugaku... is there something you need?"

Fugaku Uchiha glanced at Mo, whose forehead was soaked with sweat, and then at Shisui, who was writing on a scroll with his head down.

"Come to my place for dinner, I have something to discuss with you... Shisui too."

Mo frowned even more. He wanted to refuse, but then he suddenly thought of Hiruzen Sarutobi.

"Okay... I'll go home and rest for a bit, then we'll come."

Fugaku's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded and then turned to leave.

Watching Fugaku's figure disappear from sight, Shisui asked, puzzled, "Brother, didn't you say we should have less contact with the clan chief's children? Why...?"

"Don't ask so many questions, kid." Mo patted Zhishui's head.

After returning home, the two first arranged their training equipment, then took a shower before heading to Fugaku's residence.

When they arrived, it was already dark. Fugaku sat on a bench at the edge of the courtyard and turned to look at the two of them.

"You're here? Come in with me, the food is ready."

Fugaku got up and led the two into the entrance hall. As soon as they entered, a table full of delicious dishes came into view. A beautiful woman was sitting at the table holding an infant in her arms. It was Uchiha Mikoto.

Mikoto was drawn by the noise at the door and turned to look at the entrance.

"Is that Mo? How did the mission go?"

Mo nodded, and Fugaku looked at Mikoto holding the child, a hint of tenderness appearing on his stiff face.

"This is my child, named Itachi. I hope you can give him some guidance when you have time in the future."

Upon hearing this, Mikoto immediately frowned slightly. "Fugaku, Itachi is still so young. You're worrying too much."

Fugaku shook his head, said nothing more, and gestured for Shisui and Sumi to sit down.

"I'm going to start eating!"

……

The food on the table was disappearing rapidly. Fugaku was a rather traditional person, so he took the rules very seriously, and no one spoke at the table.

Soon, dinner was coming to an end, and Fugaku looked up at Mikoto.

"Mikoto, take Itachi and go to sleep first."

Mikoto nodded, realizing that the conversation was going to be between men, and immediately carried Itachi out of the living room. Fugaku then turned his gaze to Shisui, hesitating to speak.

"Let Zhishui stay. He is a genius whose talent is no less than mine, and he will be involved in clan affairs sooner or later." Mo took a sip of warm tea, his tone calm.

"Alright." Fugaku thought for a moment and nodded.

Shisui looked at the two of them, completely bewildered. Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard the clan leader ask her older brother:

"I heard Kakashi has become a Special Jonin. What did the village say to you today?"

"The Third Hokage couldn't bear to part with me, this mission machine, and was afraid that I would return to the Security Force after I was promoted to Jonin, so he invited me to become a squad leader in the Anbu."

"The Anbu?!" Fugaku's eyes widened, then he asked with a hint of urgency, "And you? Did you agree?"