"Shuoye! The Mangekyō!"
Murmurs spread among the Uchiha.
Many covered their mouths, disbelief shining in their eyes. No one could comprehend how Shuoye had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan in such a short time.
Across the field, Fugaku's breathing grew heavier.
His face had gone pale, beads of sweat forming across his brow as he endured the backlash.
"I underestimated you… Shuoye."
A strained smile touched his lips.
But he knew—
This battle was far from over.
One question lingered in his mind.
Could Shuoye truly control the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan?
"This is not the end!"
Fugaku's eyes hardened.
Hand seals formed rapidly.
"Now witness my true strength!"
"The true power of the Mangekyō Sharingan—"
"The power of a god!"
His voice thundered across the training grounds.
Boom!
A colossal force erupted from his body.
A half-formed Susanoo rose around him, radiant light cascading outward as overwhelming pressure flooded the arena.
As the dust slowly settled—
Fugaku stood within a massive violet skeletal frame, towering and divine, like a wrathful deity descending upon the mortal world.
Uchiha Tekka and the others instinctively retreated, terror flashing in their eyes.
They understood this power.
"This is too much! Fugaku is using Susanoo in a succession duel?!"
The Great Elder's face darkened.
He knew better than anyone—
Susanoo was not meant for sparring.
This was no longer a test of skill.
It had become a life-and-death battle.
Shuoye smiled faintly.
"Fugaku… as expected of you."
"You're submissive to outsiders, yet merciless toward your own."
"But fine."
His voice was calm, almost casual, as if the crushing pressure meant nothing to him.
Fugaku clenched his teeth.
"I must win! For the Uchiha's honor!"
The Susanoo's power surged violently around him like a beast awakened from slumber, ready to tear apart anything in its path.
Shuoye's eyes flashed coldly.
"For the Uchiha?"
"Very well."
"Then I won't hold back either."
He understood—
Though Fugaku's strength was formidable, he still possessed his own trump cards.
Even if he had only just awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan—
Shuoye had never relied solely on ocular power.
In that moment—
His fingers traced lightly through the air.
The atmosphere trembled.
A subtle vibration rippled outward.
The entire arena seemed to fall under his invisible control.
Fugaku, meanwhile, analyzed carefully.
Shuoye excelled in genjutsu and taijutsu.
Raw destructive force was not his specialty.
And with the battlefield confined—
Fugaku chose to overwhelm him directly.
"To cut down everything in one strike!"
"Slash!"
With a roar, Mangekyō chakra surged wildly.
The half-body Susanoo raised its massive arm—
And brought it down like a bolt of lightning splitting the heavens.
Boom!
The impact shook the entire arena.
A deafening explosion erupted as shockwaves blasted outward, sending spectators stumbling back in fear.
Shisui and the elders' expressions changed drastically.
"Has the boy lost his senses?!"
"Why isn't he reacting at all?!"
But within the cloud of smoke—
Shuoye still stood.
Unmoved.
Calm.
His Mangekyō Sharingan gleamed faintly.
To him, time felt slowed.
Every movement was clear.
Every tremor precise.
"Is that all?"
His voice echoed through the smoke, low and steady.
Confident.
Unshaken.
As the dust gradually cleared—
The battlefield came into view.
Shuoye remained where he had stood from the beginning.
Unscathed.
Fugaku, however, appeared shaken.
Sweat dripped from his brow.
Shock flickered in his eyes.
"You believe this resolve is enough to lead the Uchiha into the future?"
Shuoye's tone was indifferent—
Yet domineering.
"Now… let me show you what true power is."
As he spoke—
His aura intensified.
The very air seemed to distort around him.
The spectators held their breath.
Anticipation and dread intertwined in their hearts.
At that moment, Shisui noticed something strange.
Uchiha Xuanjing and the others showed no concern whatsoever.
"Senior Shisui, there's no need to worry."
Xuanjing's voice was steady, unwavering.
"The one standing below…"
"Is Lord Shuoye."
"To him, this scene is nothing more than a trivial obstacle."
His eyes burned with fervent reverence—
As though recalling something extraordinary.