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Chapter 319 Suddenly at the beginning, that person was still in the dim light.
Hashirama Senju's free and even somewhat hasty handwriting, through decades of time, is clearly imprinted on Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan.
That line of text.
Just like many years ago, when they had just established their village and were dreaming about the future on Hokage Rock, the man who always put his arm around his shoulder would casually utter the most ordinary invitation.
Warm tears finally streamed down Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan, eyes that had witnessed countless storms and bloodshed.
He didn't wipe it away, letting the tear drip down his deep wrinkles and onto the ground, spreading into a small ink stain.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and Kagami Uchiha stood outside the door, waiting quietly.
They didn't disturb them, and even their breathing was extremely soft.
The moonlight, like water, cast long shadows of the trees in the courtyard. The only sounds in the air were the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance.
After an unknown amount of time, the paper door of the tea room was slowly pulled open.
Madara Uchiha reappeared in the moonlight.
He had already carefully put the scroll away and placed it in his bosom, his movements solemn, as if he were placing a rare treasure.
The tear stains on his face had dried, and the arrogance and resentment seemed to have been completely washed away by that cup of tea and the words of an old friend.
"Let's go."
His voice remained calm, but it carried an indescribable serenity.
Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded slightly, exchanged a glance with Kagami Uchiha, and followed in tacit agreement.
The three walked through Konoha again in the dead of night.
This time, the destination was the southeast corner of the village, an area surrounded by high walls and dense woods.
Uchiha clan.
The closer you get, the stronger the cool yet powerful chakra aura unique to the Uchiha clan becomes in the air.
It's much quieter here than in other parts of the village.
Madara Uchiha ignored all of this.
His senses had already spread out, covering the entire clan territory.
He could sense the aura lurking in the darkness—calm, restrained, and full of power, yet without a trace of resentment or gloom.
This is completely different from the Uchiha I remember, who was ostracized by the village and filled with pride and resentment.
Finally, they reached the deepest part of their tribe's territory.
Nanga Shrine.
The ancient shrine stands silently under the moonlight, telling tales of the vicissitudes of time.
The plaza in front of the shrine was brightly lit, yet completely silent.
Dozens of figures, dressed in dark clothing embroidered with the clan emblem of round fans, stood neatly on both sides, waiting quietly.
Leading the group were Uchiha Tetsuka, the head of the security forces, and his deputy, Uchiha Yatsushiro.
Behind them stood a handsome young man with a calm demeanor, Uchiha Fugaku, standing ramrod straight.
He was staring intently at the entrance to the shrine, both nervous and filled with barely suppressed excitement.
When Uchiha Madara, accompanied by Uchiha Kagami, stepped onto the first stone step of the shrine.
An invisible pressure, originating from the deepest part of one's bloodline, swept across the entire square like a tidal wave.
Every member of the Uchiha clan present, regardless of their strength, felt their breath catch in their throat at that moment.
That wasn't a deliberately released killing intent, but rather an absolute suppression at the level of life itself.
It is a legend, the origin, the strongest name engraved in their blood and memory.
Madara Uchiha.
Fugaku's heart pounded in his chest as he forced himself to look directly at the figure slowly approaching.
Long white hair, an antique robe, deep wrinkles, and a pair of purple eyes that seemed to contain the entire starry sky.
This is... the legendary ancestor.
The man who fought alongside the First Hokage, ending the Warring States period, and then sparked an unprecedented war at the Valley of the End.
He possesses a dignified air that comes from weathering storms and accumulating the weight of time.
He simply walked on calmly, yet the whole world became his backdrop.
Uchiha Kagami stepped forward, joined the waiting clansmen, and then faced Uchiha Madara, bowing slightly.
Behind him, Uchiha Tekka, Hachidai, Fugaku, and all the core members of the Uchiha clan present bowed in unison at the same moment.
"Welcome back, our ancestors!"
Uchiha Kagami's voice, clear and firm, echoed in front of the silent shrine.
"Welcome back, our ancestors!"
Dozens of voices merged into a torrent, solemn and majestic, causing the air to tremble slightly.
Madara Uchiha stopped in the center of the plaza.
He looked at these energetic younger generations before him.
Looking at Tie Huo's usually stern and impartial face, one could not hide his excitement.
These vibrant lives are a continuation of the Uchiha clan.
It was the future that Izuna and I had risked our lives to protect.
The lines on Madara Uchiha's face, which had been aloof all his life, had softened considerably without him even realizing it.
Those purple Rinnegan eyes revealed an almost gentle expression.