Naruto :Madam, You Don't Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right? Chapter 62 : Now the Roles Are Reversed!
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Eternal Mangekyō!
Uchiha Haru's expression flickered, and his usually composed face revealed a rare flicker of joy.
This was the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
Originally, after obtaining the Mangekyō Sharingan, he had been contemplating how to evolve it into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. He hadn't expected that during his fifth simulation, he would receive it directly. It felt effortless.
After all, the conditions for evolving the Mangekyō into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan were notoriously strict. Both individuals involved must possess Mangekyō Sharingan and be direct relatives.
Just like Uchiha Sasuke and Uchiha Itachi.
That requirent alone limited how many shinobi could ever access this power. In the entire Naruto world, only Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Sasuke were known to possess it.
And now, Uchiha Haru had joined their ranks.
Although he had both the Wood Release and the Otsutsuki physique—which significantly reduced the strain caused by Mangekyō techniques—it didn't an there was no risk. The danger might be minimal, but it always lingered.
But now, with the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, he no longer needed to worry. He could use his Mangekyō abilities without fear of backlash or deterioration.
After selecting the golden ability Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, Haru finalized the rest of his abilities in preparation for the simulation.
[Otsutsuki Physique (Golden Ability): Possesses unparalleled self-healing capabilities, nearing immortality in peak condition, able to absorb ninjutsu, and containing near-infinite chakra.]
[Wood Release (Golden Ability): The unique kekkei genkai of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju. Ford from Earth and Water chakra, it allows the user to generate life from chakra itself.]
[Eighty Gods Air Strike (Golden Ability): Converts imnse chakra into devastating barrages of punches, delivering overwhelming offensive power.]
[Lord of Elents (Golden Ability): Boosts all elental jutsu damage by 300%.]
[Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan (Golden Ability): An advanced evolution of the Mangekyō Sharingan. Grants use of Mangekyō techniques without any degradation or harm to the user.]
[Storm Release (Purple Ability): A kekkei genkai ford from Lightning and Water chakra, fusing speed and flexibility for deadly attacks.]
[Crystal Release (Purple Ability): A kekkei genkai ford from Fire and Earth chakra, capable of instantly crystallizing any matter except chakra.]
[Chakra 10000 (Purple Ability): Greatly amplifies the user's overall chakra reserve.]
Five golden abilities and three purple ones.
An unprecedented and luxurious lineup.
[Abilities confird! Beginning simulation: Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre.]
As the translucent text shimred into view, the world around Uchiha Haru shifted.
Under a blackened sky, Haru stood atop Hokage Rock.
Two others flanked him.
One was the masked man who called himself Uchiha Madara.
The other was Uchiha Itachi.
The three figures stood in a line, silent, gazing down at the sleeping village of Konoha.
Would he choose to join the Akatsuki?
Haru pondered silently.
From the opening monts of the simulation, he found himself beside Itachi and the masked man. The context was already clear.
He exhaled slowly.
It was, after all, only a simulation.
He could restart at any ti.
"Let's go. It's ti," the masked man said flatly.
Itachi's face was stone-cold, bleached unnaturally pale under the light of the moon. He slipped on the mask he had prepared earlier, saying nothing.
"Uchiha Haru," the masked man turned to him, "As we agreed: you don't need to get involved, but you must not interfere. Once we're done here, we'll take you to et the Akatsuki."
"Understood," Haru replied.
No more words were exchanged.
A vortex twisted open in the air beside them, and the masked man and Itachi were gradually consud by it until they disappeared entirely.
The night of the Uchiha genocide had begun.
A night that, for now, had nothing to do with him.
...
[Simulation successful!]
Those words appeared in the air, confirming the result. For the first ti in history, Haru had successfully completed a simulation of the Uchiha clan's massacre.
Yet there was no satisfaction.
No elation.
Only emptiness.
It felt too simple.
There had been no real fight, no desperate struggle, no agony. He had simply observed the massacre as a bystander. Uninvolved.
He had survived.
But was this the path he truly desired?
Haru couldn't be sure. The simulation had ended, and though it wasn't real, it had unsettled him.
If this approach didn't feel right, he would try another. There was still ti.
He solidified the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan as a permanent golden ability and initiated the simulation again.
This ti, he would endure the massacre with a different resolve.
...
The next day. Noon.
Haru ended the simulation.
This was his fifth, and the final one.
In it, he had not only acquired the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan—but sothing more significant.
He had made his decision.
He now understood what must be done when the night arrived.
As the sun dipped beyond the horizon, the evening bled into dusk.
Tonight...
Was the night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre.
In the dim and damp prison, Uchiha Haru, who had been ditating in deep practice, suddenly opened his eyes.
At that sa mont, not far in front of him, a swirling vortex slowly materialized.
The masked man had arrived.
"Well then, have you made your decision?" the masked man asked, his voice low and laced with a chilling intensity. "Join us, or die."
His tone was steady, imposing, and cold—carrying a deadly certainty.
The last encounter between Uchiha Haru and Itachi had clearly left an impression on him.
But it was nothing more than caution.
He still held an ace up his sleeve—an invincible technique.
In his mind, with that trump card, he could kill anyone, instantly. He was confident.
If Uchiha Haru could be turned to his side, he'd be an invaluable asset.
If not, then he'd simply be eliminated.
Uchiha Haru's expression was calm. Slowly, he stood up, t the masked man's gaze, and said, "I've made my choice."
"Die."
"But it's not who will die... it's you."
His voice remained serene, but it rang with conviction.
The masked man was briefly stunned. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated Haru's rejection.
To him, it had been a choice between life and death. Uchiha Haru was no fool.
And fools didn't make the wrong choice.
But if the choice had been made... then so be it.
"Good. Very good," the masked man chuckled. "Uchiha Haru, you're brave. But you're also a fool."
"You had a path to survival, and you chose to die."
"Life or death... you only know which it is after you try."
As he spoke, a kunai appeared in Haru's hand.
Ordinarily, a ninja under the guard team's supervision wouldn't have access to weapons.
But Haru was different.
Though detained in na, no one truly treated him like a prisoner. His presence here was rely to pacify the political pressure from Konoha.
And so, Haru still carried his weapons.
The masked man smiled.
Though his face was concealed, Haru could sense it. A derisive smirk.
As if to say, You really think you can fight ?
Haru didn't waste words.
In an instant, he closed the gap and thrust his kunai at the masked man's chest.
But the masked man didn't dodge.
The blade pierced directly through his chest—and into nothingness.
"You can't kill ," the masked man said, his lone visible Sharingan glowing red.
Mangekyō Sharingan: Kamui.
Haru's kunai stabbed into empty air. He imdiately followed with a punch, aiming for the masked man's head.
Again, it connected with nothing.
His opponent had beco intangible.
This was the power of Kamui—spatial ninjutsu at its most broken.
The ability to shift one's body between dinsions, allowing physical attacks to pass through harmlessly.
A technique that rendered him effectively invincible.
But even Kamui wasn't without limits.
Haru unleashed a relentless barrage. Fists, kicks, elbows, knees—every part of his body beca a weapon.
Even though each attack slipped through the masked man as if striking smoke, Haru did not let up.
Because he knew.
Kamui had a ti limit.
The masked man could only maintain his intangibility for five minutes.
After that, his body would beco solid once more—and for a brief window, Kamui couldn't be reactivated.
Moreover, the masked man had to beco tangible to counterattack.
He couldn't attack in his intangible state. If he tried, his limbs would simply phase through the target.
And that was the opportunity Haru was waiting for.
So from the very start, Haru chose overwhelming, non-stop, suffocating offense.
He gave his opponent no chance to breathe.
Forced him to remain intangible. Forced him to burn through Kamui's ti limit.
In five minutes, Haru would strike.
Once that limit was up, the masked man would be no different than any other shinobi.
Each movent from Haru was fierce and calculated.
Even when his strikes missed, he kept going. Every blow that hit nothing only fed his montum.
At first, the masked man scoffed inwardly.
Idiot, he thought. You know it's useless, and yet you keep going like so crazed brute.
But gradually, the smirk beneath the mask faded.
Kamui's usage ti was running out.
Half of the five minutes had already passed.
And Haru showed no signs of stopping.
Worse, the masked man couldn't disengage.
From the beginning, Haru had closed the distance and stuck to him like a shadow. There was no chance to retreat.
He needed space to reassess, to reset the battle.
But Haru wasn't giving it to him.
The masked man began to feel a creeping unease.
Could it be... Uchiha Haru knows the weakness of Kamui?
No.
Impossible, he told himself.
They'd only clashed once before, and even then it was a superficial engagent. Nothing serious.
There was no way Haru could have deduced the secret of his Kamui.
No one ever has. Not even the Hokage.
He can't know.
And yet, the doubt remained, gnawing at the edge of his thoughts.
Because Haru wasn't fighting like a man flailing in desperation.
He fought like a predator on a tir.
He was waiting. Calculating.
And the masked man was running out of ti.
He was starting to sweat.
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