Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

Under Madara's cold, condescending gaze, Tetsuya dragged his crippled body past Madara's defenses and limped towards Uchiha Tsukihiro.

Then, he turned around and used his broken body as a ridiculous shield to block the deep blue Susanoo!

"Iron?"

Ban's brows furrowed sharply.

Madara is still maintaining the pride of being the head of the Uchiha clan.

As the clan leader who regarded the Uchiha clan as his own son, he unconsciously felt responsible for each and every member of the Uchiha clan.

Therefore, he recognized this low-ranking Chunin who had lost his left leg while covering his comrades on the battlefield six months prior.

"Get out of my way!" Madara's voice carried a hint of displeasure, but he did not immediately swing his sword.

No matter how ruthless he is, he would never wield the Susanoo sword against a wounded and disabled member of his tribe who has lost the ability to fight.

This is his pride.

The weak are not worth him using his complete Susanoo on, especially since the opponent is his clansman, and a cruel man who has defended the honor of the Uchiha clan.

"Chieftain..."

Tetsuya's voice trembled violently.

The warm and bright "dream" in his mind overlapped with the bags of life-saving white rice in reality.

The fear of the freckles was suppressed at this moment by a belief that transcended life and death.

"Chieftain, could you... please don't kill them?"

After hesitating for a long time, Tetsuya suddenly gritted his teeth, and the two-tomoe Sharingan in his eyes, which had just awakened, shone with a resolute red light in the wind and snow.

"If you want to kill me, step over my dead body."

Madara was not emotionally affected by these words. For him, there were too many ways to bypass Tetsuya and kill the two Uchiha.

However, just a moment later, Ban's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Squeak... squeak..."

More footsteps echoed from the snow-covered forest all around.

A widow named Yumi, holding a four-year-old child by the hand, walked out with red eyes. She held the child tightly behind her and stood firmly beside Tetsuya without hesitation.

"Chieftain... I beg you..." Yumi choked back tears, her thin shoulders trembling violently in the cold wind.

Next up was Kenjiro, the old ninja who coughed up blood year after year.

Then there were the blind veterans who had lost their eyes, the pregnant women with their bellies bulging, and the Uchiha civilians who couldn't even refine their chakra...

One, two, ten, fifty... up to two hundred.

Under the snowy night sky, those people from the lower classes who should have been huddled in their dilapidated wooden houses, numbly awaiting the judgment of winter, actually all came out of their settlements!

This is thanks to the "local area network" built with eight thousand spears.

This is how these 'peace believers' learned about the background of the earth-shattering battle outside.

The one-way data output to the minds of two hundred people does not consume too much light.

It can be said that this "momentum" was formed from the very beginning of the battle.

Some of them hesitated, some felt their legs go weak the moment they stepped out of the room, and some didn't even dare to look directly into Ban's terrifying eyes.

But when they recalled that incredible feeling of fullness, and the "Peaceful Paradise" in their dreams where there was no bloodshed, no death, and children could run freely under the lights...

The ultimate desire for peace finally overcame the absolute fear of the clan leader (the Ninja World's Shura) at this moment!

Two hundred humble and weak figures.

They were not carrying any weapons, and no one was performing hand seals.

They simply supported each other, forming a silent yet awe-inspiring human wall with their flesh and blood, firmly blocking Uchiha Tsukuyomi's path and forcibly stopping the towering, deep blue Susanoo, which was tens of meters tall, in place!

Quiet.

The entire world seemed to be filled only with the howling of wind and snow.

Madara Uchiha stood within the massive crystal of Susanoo, and even his domineering Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan began to fluctuate.

"Do you... know what you're doing?"

Ban's voice was slightly hoarse, conveying an unprecedented sense of absurdity that severely impacted his worldview!

"We have only seen what peace looks like."

"Chief! We...want peace."

"Ha! Peace, what kind of peace? This? Peace without power?"

Deep blue chakra re-gathered on the giant sword of Susanoo, and Madara's eyes turned cold once more.

Chapter 71: He's Ultimately a Brother-Obsessed Man

The gale seemed to hold its breath at that moment.

Madara Uchiha stood inside the chakra crystal that was tens of meters high, looking down at the densely packed clansmen below, who looked like ants.

"Peace……"

"What kind of peace can be achieved? This kind? Peace without power?"

He suddenly tilted his head back and burst into wild, unrestrained laughter.

"Seriously, he's just like Hashirama...so naive it's laughable."

Deep blue chakra re-gathered on the giant sword of Susanoo, and Madara's eyes turned cold once more.

The giant sword was slowly raised.

Looking at the spots in the sky, Yue remained calm.

You overestimate your own abilities, Ban.

Otherwise, why would you talk so much nonsense?

But they still need to add fuel to the fire.

"Light! Activate the Eight Thousand Spears at full power! Target the mental networks of some of them at Uchiha Madara! I will do everything in my power to assist you!"

"Crack!"

The purple diamond-shaped "Ming Seal" between the crescent moon's eyebrows suddenly dimmed at that moment!

Two thick streams of blood gushed from Yue's eyes, instantly staining half of his face red.

He decided to use his trump card, sacrificing all his eye power in exchange for a single strike with the power of a Shadow-level being.

"Eight meanings combined—!!!"

Under the ultimate sacrifice, the moon's left eye erupted with a burst of blood-red starlight that was even more dazzling than the sun!

"The success rate of forcibly connecting the temporary local area network of the 'Eight Thousand Spears' to Madara Uchiha's brain has been increased to an absolute, irreversible one hundred percent!!!"

"Hikaru, go all out!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the light was aimed at Madara Uchiha, and then her eyes quickly lost their sight.

"Eight thousand spears!"

"boom-!!!"

With the forceful intervention of the invisible law of cause and effect, Madara Uchiha in mid-air felt a sudden sharp pain in his brain.

His Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, which was said to be able to see through all things in the universe, unexpectedly met the gaze of the girl named "Hikari" below him at this moment!

Under absolute cause and effect, the data transmission channel was forcibly welded shut for three seconds!

"This is……?"

Ban roared, but his voice disappeared into a vast white space of consciousness.

The next second, a massive torrent of emotions, like a tsunami, began to assault Madara's mental defenses!

That wasn't an illusion attack; it was the most unreserved soul memories of two hundred living people!

The spots "saw" it.

He saw Tetsuya dragging his broken leg, desperately embracing his daughter who was about to freeze to death in the drafty wooden house;

He saw the widow Yumi kneeling before her husband's memorial stone, digging her fingers into the soil and weeping blood as she cried out in anguish.

He saw a blind veteran chewing on dry grass in the cold winter;

At the very end of this abyss of despair, Madara saw the light of peace he had longed for.

He saw the dreams of those two hundred people.

He saw the towering steel city, the streets where no blood was shed, and the ninja clans who had once fought on the battlefield now sitting under warm lights, eating a bowl of steaming white rice, their faces beaming with smiles he had never seen before... genuine smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

even so……

"A mere illusion... it won't sway me..."

In the space of consciousness, Madara gritted his teeth and frantically activated the power of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, trying to tear these weak emotions apart.

Three seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Just as Ban was about to break free from this mental network.

On the street ahead, filled with warm lights and bustling voices, the crowd slowly parted.

A young man dressed in a clean, dark blue kimono, without any heavy armor, walked out from the myriad lights of the city with two strings of three-colored dumplings in his hand.

The young man had delicate features, with a gentle curve at the corners of his eyes. His pure black eyes held no defensiveness or murderous intent, only genuine ease and joy.

Ban's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

His seemingly impenetrable mental defenses crumbled the moment he saw the young man.

"elder brother."

The young man walked up to Ban and handed him a string of three-colored dumplings, his smile as warm as the early spring sunshine.

You look so tired.