Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

She would patiently correct every subtle deviation of the Moon in Yin Dun, and gently stroke her head when Light was confused because she couldn't understand complex emotions.

"I remember once, you secretly replaced the awful-tasting military rations that Grandma Zhili had painstakingly brought to the cave with wild fruit, and Grandma Zhili found out." A nostalgic smile appeared on Yue's lips again.

Guang also remembered, blushing as he added in a low voice, "That's what you taught me... As a result, Grandma not only didn't scold us, but she also brought sushi she made herself the next day."

“She watched us eat sushi, her eyes crinkling with laughter,” Yue said softly, her eyes reflecting the firelight. “She said, ‘Uchiha children should have this kind of vibrant smile, not face everything with a cold expression.’”

The firelight seemed to reflect the past.

She unreservedly passed on the profound secrets of Yin Release to Yue, entrusted her hopes for the future to them, and with her life exhausted, used the unsolvable "Izanami" to wash away some of the sins for them and for the Uchiha clan.

"Grandma Chiri said that we should go and see if the future Uchiha clan will be as she imagined."

Yue slowly stood up and walked to the cave entrance.

"The Uchiha of the past are beyond saving, but there is still hope for our compatriots who are being crushed by tanks but still yearn to live."

"Are you full, Guang?"

Guang swallowed the last bite of fish, wiped her mouth, and looked satisfied. Then, without hesitation, she placed her hand in Yue's palm and used it to stand up.

"I'm full."

"Let's go and see this future Uchiha."

If things don't turn out as Grandma Chiri wishes, we will change things ourselves.

Chapter 64 Uchiha Commoners

Downstream of the Namka River, heavy snow blanketed the land belonging to the Uchiha clan in a layer of silver.

Uchiha Tsukihiro, wearing a specially made concealment cloak that could completely isolate chakra fluctuations, lay in wait on the canopy of a tree on the outskirts of the settlement.

Through the snow curtain, the desolate Uchiha civilian settlement below was laid bare before their eyes.

"Is this the current state of the Uchiha clan...?"

Guang slightly furrowed his handsome brows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Deep in her memory, the Uchiha clan under the rule of the Grand Elder was an infernal hell filled with bloodshed, madness, and cannibalism.

The camp at that time was filled with the pungent smell of blood. The lower-class tribesmen were treated as disposable "consumables" and nourishment for the "Fountain of Return to Light". Even breathing was filled with despair.

But the camp before us, under the rule of Madara Uchiha, is completely different.

Although the police patrolling the streets had stern faces, a hint of brotherly tenderness would appear in their eyes when they saw the children playing in the snow.

This aligns with the intelligence they obtained.

The current Madara Uchiha is an extremely proud and protective man.

In his dictionary, the Uchiha clan is the noblest bloodline in the ninja world. He will never allow any outsider to trample on his clansmen, and he disdains to use such despicable and cannibalistic methods to exploit his compatriots as the former elder did.

However, this does not mean that these ordinary people are doing well.

The moon stared expressionlessly down below.

Behind those seemingly neat wooden houses lies a suffocating weariness.

"Madara was indeed not as evil as those old fogies. He gave his clansmen dignity and the Uchiha clan a space to live. However, his brother's death cast a shadow over his heart, which had once longed for peace. As the clan leader, this inevitably affected the entire Uchiha clan."

The light followed the moon's gaze.

Under the eaves of a dilapidated house on the edge of the camp, several disabled ninjas, who had lost an arm or a leg, were wrapped in thin old cotton clothes and shivering around a nearly extinguished brazier.

In the nearby cemetery, several women dressed in mourning clothes were kneeling before the memorial stone, sobbing silently.

Beside them stood several young children who had been wearing the Uchiha clan crest for a long time; some of these children didn't even have all their teeth yet.

"Mom, when will Father defeat the Senju clan and come home?" A boy, his face red from the cold, tugged at his mother's clothes, his voice filled with anticipation.

The woman bit her lip tightly and hugged the child close to her chest.

"Your father was the pride of the Uchiha clan... He has fallen asleep on the battlefield forever..." the woman murmured in despair, then suddenly broke down in tears.

"This damn war, when will it ever end... I don't want you to go and die too, I just want us to farm a few acres of land in the countryside and have a peaceful life with a good meal..."

Hearing the mournful cry carried on the wind, the light fell silent.

This is a true microcosm of the Uchiha clan, or rather, all ninja clans, during the late Warring States period.

The Uchiha ninja's phrase, "The glory of the Uchiha clan," carries immense pride on the battlefield.

But when that glory turns into the mundane necessities of daily life, into those cold tombstones...

It became the heaviest mountain weighing on the hearts of ordinary people at the bottom of society.

They were exhausted; all they wanted was a home where they could eat their fill, live without fear, and watch their children grow up safely.

"Did you see that clearly, the light?"

Yue withdrew her gaze and pulled up the collar of her cloak slightly.

"This is our 'base'. Ban gave them pride, but he couldn't give them bread and peace. The purpose of our trip is precisely to give them a bright future without bloodshed or death."

"But, Moon."

A serious expression appeared on Guang's beautiful face. She turned to look at Yue, "How should we take them away?"

As a former weapon, she knew all too well how terrifying that man was.

“Uchiha Madara is not one of those foolish elders. His Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan has unparalleled insight in the ninja world. The entire Naka River is covered by his extremely terrifying chakra perception. As long as we show the slightest sign of turning against our clan or try to forcibly take away a large number of clan members, we will definitely not escape his eyes.”

Yue replied, "That's right. If we try to win him over under his watchful eye, and he finds out, we'll be met with a full-body Susanoo attack. Right now, we really can't confront that monster head-on."

He retreated with the light until he reached a secluded snow valley, and only stopped when he confirmed that no one was around.

"However, who said we should make a big show of winning them over? We are the behind-the-scenes players, and what we will play is the unspoken rules of 'subtle influence'."

The moon turned around, its eyes fixed on the light.

"Hikaru, have you forgotten what the most terrifying ability of your Mangekyou Sharingan is? Here's a hint: it's not Amaterasu."

Guang paused for a moment, then touched his eyes: "Eight thousand spears?"

"That's right!"

Yue snapped her fingers.

"During the Warring States period, the higher-ups used your 'Eight Thousand Spears' as a tool to erase memories and forcibly control the minds of enemies, but in my opinion, that was a complete waste of such a divine eye technique!"

"The essence of the Eight Thousand Spears is to establish a deep mental link through chakra! Since it can forcibly write commands into other people's minds, why can't it be used to... establish a 'local area network' that only we can access?"

Guang's beautiful big eyes widened instantly. Even though she didn't quite understand the modern term "local area network," following Yue's train of thought, a plan was gradually taking shape in her mind.

"what do you mean……"

"We'll bypass Madara's physical line of sight and build an underground city directly in the spiritual world!"

Yue's voice was full of confidence.

Of course, this technology is only in its initial application and has not yet reached its complete form. It will only become part of its blueprint once it matures.

Moreover, he was not yet clear on how large the light's pupil power could build this local area network, or how long it could be maintained.

However, he already had an idea for the specific construction of this local area network.

"First of all...we can..."

Chapter 65 The Vision of Peace

"First, I will use my Yin Release technique, combined with the shielding properties of 'Mirror Flower Water Moon,' to create a chakra filter for you, completely concealing the fluctuations when you use your eye technique. As long as Madara doesn't actively search for it, he won't know that such a local area network exists."

"Then, what we need to do is not to negotiate with them face to face. Instead, under the cover of darkness, we need to quietly plant the spiritual imprint of the 'Eight Thousand Spears' on those most peace-loving and desperate members of our tribe!"

The moon drew a vast network of interpersonal relationships on the snow.

“We don’t need to control them or take away their will. We just need to use my dark magic to weave a dream for them in their sleep, through the spiritual link of the eight thousand spears, a ‘dream paradise’ with no war, plenty of food and warm houses.”

"People are most likely to grasp at faith when they are numb and desperate. When they see that beautiful future in their dreams every day, and we, in reality, quietly place a bag of food and a bottle of life-saving medicine at their doorstep..."

A confident smile curved the corners of Yue's mouth.

"With this illusory hope coupled with the bounty of material goods, within half a month, this yearning for 'paradise' will spread like a virus among the poor and the cruel!"

"By then, what Ban will see will still be a group of respectful tribesmen; but in the spiritual network that Ban cannot see, they will have long since become our most loyal believers!"

After hearing Yue's incredibly sophisticated, pyramid-scheme-like plan to poach talent, Uchiha Hikaru stared blankly at the man in front of him.

That little head, which was originally only used for killing, was greatly shocked.

Her kaleidoscope... can be used like this?!

"Moonlight..." Guang swallowed hard. "You're a... terrifying guy."

"Don't praise me. I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants. This is the wisdom that has been passed down from generation to generation."

Giving eggs is an essential skill for missionaries.

Yue smiled and ruffled her hair, the kaleidoscope pattern in her left eye faintly appearing. "Let's go, Light, let's bring the first 'sweet dream' to these compatriots who are in despair in the cold winter."

……

The night was as dark as ink, and a fierce wind, carrying icy snowflakes, relentlessly battered the dilapidated wooden houses on the edge of the Uchiha settlement.

Uchiha Tetsuya huddled in a drafty corner, vigorously rubbing his hands, which had become numb from the cold.

His left trouser leg was empty, a consequence of being blown off by an explosive tag half a year ago during the meat grinder battle against the Thousand Hands Clan.

As a low-level Chunin who had only awakened one tomoe, losing his leg meant losing most of his value within the Uchiha clan.

Although the clan chief provided them with a "minimum living allowance" to prevent them from dying in humiliation, that was not enough for them to survive warmly on this cold winter night.

"Cough cough..."

On the wooden bed next to her, covered with a thin layer of dry straw, her five-year-old daughter, Xiaohua, coughed.

Her once delicate and beautiful face now appeared sickly pale and bluish-white due to malnutrition.

"Little Flower, just bear with it a little longer. Tomorrow, Father will pawn these ninja tools and get you some charcoal and medicine..."

Tie also dragged his crippled body to the bedside, took off his old cotton coat covered with patches, and carefully covered his daughter with it.

The chill instantly pierced his bones like steel needles, but Tie just gritted his teeth numbly.