Chapter 79: The One Who Coveted the Sharingan

Ling's vague words made Uchiha Masaki even more worried, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only try to start from other aspects, "You went to the Land of Lightning because of Akihiko?"

"That's right." Ling smiled, "After all, they gave us such a big gift. As a big family, wouldn't it be uncultured if we don't return the gift?

If Yashu wants to quit, it's not too late. I'll talk to the Great Elder and ask him to replace him with someone else."

"No, it's not bad to go to the Land of Lightning..." Uchiha Masaki's reluctance was almost written on his face, but his voice was still calm, "I say, are you really sure this is a good thing?"

"Well, that's a good thing."

Seeing Ling nod, Uchiha Masaki relaxed a little, stood aside with his arms folded and stopped talking.

Madara saw that the two had finished their conversation and finally interrupted, "Now brother, can you tell me the difference between fighting between ninja clans and fighting in normal times?"

Ling nodded slightly, but before he could say anything, Uchiha Masaki showed a surprised expression, "Your brother has only been on the battlefield for less than a year, right? You're telling him all these twists and turns so soon?"

"Well, you know, my situation is not good..." Ling raised his finger and pointed at his eyes, with a smile on his face, "And I've discovered a lot of disturbing things recently, and Ban's personality is simple..."

"Your brother is naive?!" Uchiha Masaki's voice rose unconsciously, "He has scolded my brother and made him cry several times because of the mission!"

"That was Uchiha Atsuki's own fault." Madara crossed his arms and looked up at Uchiha Masaki with some impatience. "And he took the initiative to provoke trouble, lost the fight and went back to complain? Where does he get the nerve to do that?"

"Look at your brother's bad temper, he's exactly the same as you were back then!" Uchiha Masaki rubbed his arms, "He beats people up and talks too much when he's not happy..."

"But I've only had conflicts with Masaaki twice, right? Once because of a mission, and once because you liked Chiho..." Ling tilted his head, "But compared to Madara, you are indeed more innocent, Masaaki."

Madara looked at Uchiha Masaki's ugly expression for a moment, and remembered what Uchiha Kenji had said to him before, "Ah, he is the idiot that my brother mentioned who was led astray by the target's words."

Although he was asking a question, from Madara's tone, it was obvious that he was certain of something.

"I've killed more people than you've been on missions. What right do you have to say that?" Uchiha Masaki said with a click of the tongue. "If you weren't Ling's brother, I would have... humphed."

Madara had no intention of showing weakness, "Then come on, even if you beat me now, I will get my revenge later. I'm not like Uchiha Atsuki, who would only complain to his brother if he lost."

"You unpleasant little devil—"

"Well, okay, okay," Ling rubbed his forehead with a headache, "Ban, you can't talk to people older than you like that. And Yashu, you're almost there. Look at the things you do sometimes. I don't even want to say anything to you."

Uchiha Masaki's brewing anger suddenly stagnated. He snorted, turned his head away and stopped talking.

Ling shook his head and turned to face Madara, "Let's talk about how the fights between ninja clans are different from the usual fights.

I don’t know if Madara has ever encountered this situation. The opposing ninja clan had received an opposing mission, but they chose to retreat when the two sides met.

Or maybe you have just completed a mission and are weak, while your opponent is at his best but still avoiding conflict.”

Madara frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded in response, "Yes, there is such a situation."

"Has Madara ever thought about why they chose to retreat?"

This time, Madara answered without hesitation, "Of course it's because I'm stronger than them, and I will never use up my energy and leave my weak side to the enemy."

"No one can be on guard all the time," Ling smiled helplessly, "Let me put it another way. Even if they are really not as good as Madara, and Madara will not allow himself to show his weak side to others, no matter how talented Madara is, he is just a rookie on the battlefield. Is there really no way they can defeat Madara?

As far as I know, there are many bounties on the black market for our Uchiha clan. Even a corpse without a Sharingan can be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars. In this case, why would they let Madara go?"

Madara was not stupid, and he quickly understood Ling's implication, "…Is it because I'm an Uchiha?"

Ling nodded slightly, "Then can Madara think of why they would choose to give up the conflict just because you are an Uchiha?"

Madara's eyebrows furrowed again, "…Because our clan is stronger than theirs?"

"This is just one of the points," Ling smiled and reached out to rub his brother's head, "but the most important thing is how our clan responded when we encountered these things.

Madara, guess what happened to the last person who dared to accept the Uchiha bounty mission in the black market."

"Since Brother said so, then that person must have met with a bad end..." Madara raised his head slightly, "He should have been killed by someone from our clan, right?"

"I have never seen such a thing with my own eyes. I found this from the documents recording the family history," Ling retracted his hand, his mouth slightly lowered, "At that time, the Uchiha clan was just a little-known ninja clan, only famous locally, and unknown to the entire ninja world.

We became famous thanks to a powerful ninja from outside. That ninja loved traveling around the world and by chance saved one of our tribesmen who was training outside, so he was invited to be a guest in the tribe.

During the time that ninja lived in the Uchiha clan, he also exchanged ideas with powerful ninjas from our clan, and naturally learned about the Sharingan.

He admired the power and beauty of the Sharingan, and asked if he could describe the beauty and power of the Sharingan to outsiders, and our clan agreed.

Not long after we agreed, the ninja left our clan and continued to travel. However, we never thought that this agreement would lead to malicious covetousness of outsiders for the Sharingan.

The man who covets our Sharingan is not very strong, but very rich. In order to obtain the Sharingan, he spent a lot of money to set up a bounty in the black market and hired other ninjas to attack the Uchiha clan.

Because they were caught off guard, many young people from the tribe who went out for training had their eyes gouged out, and after their eyes were gouged out, their hands and feet were cut off and they were sold for a second time to be molested.

By the time our clan discovered it, at least thirty members of different ages had been killed, and two-thirds of them were children who had just started to experience the battlefield... about the same age as Madara."

Madara's fists had already been clenched unconsciously, and his voice was a little hoarse, "...What happened next?"

"Later... that person was found by our clan," Uchiha Masaki snorted and laughed, and took over the conversation with a deliberate threatening attitude, "We went to his house and subdued his entire family.

First, in front of him, they dug out the eyes of all the members of his family, both adults and children, and fed them to his mouth. Then they slowly chopped off their limbs and cut them into human sticks. They then used an unpolished wooden frame to pierce their lower bodies and come out from the sides of their necks or mouths, leaving them to bleed to death.

The instigator had fine needles inserted into his eyes one by one until his eyeballs were crushed to pieces, and then his chest and abdomen were cut open, and nails were hammered into his internal organs, connecting his body to the stakes. Finally, his flesh and blood were cut off piece by piece... and in order to prevent him from dying midway, our predecessors continued to use medical ninjutsu to treat and prolong his life.

The man continued to endure this torture while listening to the wailing of his family members, and he was not allowed to die until everyone in his family had died.

After the instigator died, those who attacked the Uchiha clan for a large sum of money were also sought out by the seniors for revenge... So, you arrogant little brat, do you understand why no one messes with the Uchiha clan?"

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