Naruto: Six Paths of the Senju Family

"Eighth Elder, do I have the qualifications to stand here now?"

The rope tree activated the eye power, and the eye technique "God's Nest" residing in the right eye was activated. A terrifying soul pressure deliberately avoided Mikoto and Fugaku behind him, and filled the whole place.

The ordinary Uchiha clan members on the field groaned in unison, and a painful feeling as if they were being harvested by the god of death was transmitted into the depths of their souls. They covered their heads with painful hands, fell to the ground and kept twitching.

And those powerful Jōnin involuntarily opened their Sharingan, protected their heads with Yin Escape, and gritted their teeth to hold on.

"Oh? They didn't all fall down. Is it because of your three magatama sharingan?"

"Then, next..."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Naoshu's mouth, and he increased the output of his pupil power.

"Feel how vulnerable the power you are so proud of is in front of my eyes!"

As the power output of the rope tree increased, a black wind of soul seemed to blow in the field.

There was a wail in the wind that sounded like it was coming from the depths of hell, and a shadowy figure of Death holding a sickle appeared on the scene.

The icy coldness hit their faces. Uchiha Yashiro and the jounin who barely stood up felt this terrible fear that penetrated into their souls, and their teeth chattered.

The fire of the soul danced in the eyes of Death God's shadow, and he bowed humbly to the Creator, lowering his head and staring greedily at these delicious souls in the field.

This is a feast prepared by the master.

The rope tree was quite surprised. He didn't expect that the "God's Nest" had the ability to create a god of death. But then I thought about it, it seems reasonable to create a manager of the underworld with the "divine birth nest" that has the power to control the underworld.

"This Death God is different from the Death God created by the Uzumaki clan. It appears to be more intelligent."

Uchiha Yashiro looked at the God of Death floating in the air, and the God of Death also stared at him with the eyes of his soul that were eager and greedy.

As the most powerful Uchiha in the field, the luster of his soul is obviously more dazzling in the eyes of the Shinigami.

Seeing that there were no further instructions from the Creator, Death implicitly assumed that these souls were food given to him. Without hesitation at the moment, he raised the scythe high in his hand and swung it down at Yashiro Uchiha with the shrill wail of his soul.

A feeling of being targeted by a natural enemy suddenly arose in Yashiro Uchiha's heart.

Looking at the scythe being swung at him, Yashiro Uchiha subconsciously wanted to avoid it. But the trembling from his soul made his body completely unable to move as it should.

The arrogance and disdain of the past were all forgotten at this moment. There is only one thought left in my mind: My life is at stake!

The god of death's own decision made Naoshu frown slightly. Looking at Yashiro who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, Naoki didn't want to make things irreversible.

Shengshu looked at the God of Death and shouted coldly:

"presumptuous!"

The angry rebuke from the Creator caused the soul fire in the eyes of the Death God to beat violently, and the sickle swung in his hand suddenly stopped on the head of Yashiro Uchiha.

The god of death let go of his hand uncontrollably, and the sharp soul sickle fell to the ground against the tip of Yashiro's nose, making a clanging sound, and then turned into a wisp of black mist and drifted away.

The God of Death's body trembled slightly as he knelt in the void, and the soul fire in his eyes became dim.

"Now is not the time, these people cannot die just yet!"

"I know you need to devour souls to become stronger. When I have time in the future, I will take you to the Uzumaki clan's territory."

"There are enough of its kind out there for you to devour."

"Disperse!"

The God of Death raised his head in surprise, and the soul fire in his eyes burned even more intensely.

Why do people who have received promises from the Creator care about these ordinary foods?

He opened his mouth wide and inhaled into the air, sweeping away the soul power that had spilled out of the field like the wind and the remaining clouds. Zhi's body then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the rope tree's right eye.

Naoki looked at Uchiha Yashiro and all the Jonin who were lying limply on the ground, and suddenly felt bored. He simply dismissed Susanoo and concealed the Mangekyō Sharingan.

The pressure in the field suddenly relaxed, and the Uchiha clansmen began to breathe heavily. The pride on their faces disappeared, leaving only the joy of surviving the disaster in their eyes.

Fugaku walked to Naoki and looked at him gratefully.

"Songshu-kun, thank you for not using this trick against me..."

Shengshu waved his hand, half-heartedly.

"You can tell me the rest! Suddenly it feels very boring!"

"The dignified Uchiha clan is no different from ordinary people in the face of death!"

“What a disappointment!”

Fugaku laughed awkwardly, turned around and looked at Uchiha Yashiro on the ground.

"Eighth Elder, you saw it too, right?"

"Mr. Shengshu is not a foreigner. He has the same bloodline from the same ancestor as us!"

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Fugaku was like an excellent storyteller. Balabala narrated and vividly described the scenes he saw in the illusion of the rope tree to Yashiro Uchiha and his clan members.

As Fugaku spoke eloquently, Uchiha Yashiro's eyes changed from suspicion to shock, and from shock to joy.

The joy in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and Uchiha Yashiro reluctantly stood up on the ground. Looking at the rope tree with excitement and joy. His lips were pouting, as if he wanted to say something to the rope tree.

Naoki felt a little uncomfortable at the sudden change in Uchiha Yashiro's eyes, and shuddered secretly.

"Is there something wrong with this Yashiro Uchiha's brain? Why is there something wrong with my eyes?"

Naoki complained in his heart, the Uchiha clan is indeed crazy! Well... of course, Mikoto is still very well-behaved.

"Fugaku! No! Young Patriarch!"

"Master Shengshu, please remove the barrier first and let the clansmen go back first?"

"I have something that I would like to ask Mr. Shengshu personally."

"Lord Naoki! I don't know... is it okay?"

Uchiha Yashiro looked at Naoki with pleading eyes. Perhaps because of the wonderful relationship between Naoki, Mikoto and Fugaku, his attitude towards Fugaku also softened.

Fugaku turned to look at the rope tree with a look of inquiry.

"Rose Tree, look at this. They already know the truth of the matter now, otherwise"

Naoki nodded indifferently and casually dispersed the Six Red Sun Formation, signaling Fugaku to figure it out.

Fugaku looked at the clan members with inexplicably excited faces, and warned with a serious face: "What happened today is not allowed to spread outside the Uchiha clan. Do you understand?"

Uchiha Yashiro also followed Fugaku's gaze and looked at the clansmen in the field, with a hint of murderous intent in his cold eyes.

"Have you heard what the Young Patriarch said? If someone dares to betray the family, I will be the first to let him go!"

The faces of all the clansmen tightened and they all bowed their heads in response! Each one of them looked at the rope tree cautiously and walked out of the training ground quietly.

Uchiha Yashiro turned around and came to the rope tree with a flattering expression.

"Don't worry, Mr. Naoki, our Uchiha clan will never reveal your identity!"

Naoki raised his eyebrows. This guy's phrase "We, the Uchiha clan," was quite clever! Looking at Uchiha Yashiro's smiling face with great interest, Nezumi said with a smile:

"Isn't Yashiro elder too polite? We just share the same bloodline. I didn't say that I was from the Uchiha clan!"

Uchiha Yashiro was worthy of being a five-year-old master of Otugaku, and he didn't mind Naoki's attitude towards him. Hearing this, he just smiled: "Hehe! They're all the same! They're all the same!"

"Master Naoki, haven't you also adopted the surname of the Senju clan? It's not up to you to decide what surname you want?"

Naoki couldn't help but pay his respects to Uchiha Yashiro. If this person becomes shameless, you really can't do anything to him.

"Say it! Your attitude obviously means you want to tell me something."

"You don't have to beat around the bush with me here!"

"For the sake of Mikoto and Brother Fugaku, I'll just listen to what you want to say!"

Uchiha Yashiro's expression became a little more serious, and he looked seriously into Naoki's eyes.

"Lord Naoki! Since you have the blood of both the Senju and Uchiha clans, I don't know."

"Are you interested in the treasures left by the ancestors of our two tribes?"

Naoki looked at Uchiha Yashiro and nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh? What treasure? Tell me!"

Uchiha Yashiro stretched out the palm of his right hand, bent his thumb down, and looked at the rope tree with fiery eyes.

"The location of the Fourth Hokage!"

"Since Hiruzen Sarutobi inherited the position of the Third Hokage, the situation between our two clans has become worse and worse! It's time to take that position back into our own hands!"

Shengshu raised his eyebrows, this old guy is quite good at getting things done!

"What if I say I'm interested?"

Uchiha Yashiro's face became solemn, his eyes became fanatical, he took half a step back and knelt on the ground with one knee.

"I swear by these eyes, the Uchiha clan will become your most loyal fans!"

Naoki didn't expect that Yashiro Uchiha could do this for the sake of the Uchiha clan, and he also put away his indifferent expression.

"Well! Get up! I have received the Uchiha clan's wishes!"

"Oh! By the way, the matter between me and Mikoto"

Uchiha Yashiro was determined when he saw that Nawaki did not clearly reject his sincerity. When he heard Naoki asking about Mikoto, he stood up quickly and said with a smile:

"We are all a family! You can decide for yourself!"

Naoki nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to hold Mikoto's little hand, and waved to the two of them.

"Then I'll say goodbye! It's been so long since I've been back, and I still haven't had time to greet Grandma Mito!"

"Walk slowly!"

Yashiro Uchiha bowed and sent Naoki and Mikoto away. He didn't stand up straight until he couldn't see his back.

Fugaku looked at Yashiro with a complicated expression.

"Eight generations of elders, the rope tree is actually a pretty good person, you don't have to be like this."

Yashiro Uchiha didn't even look back, and continued what Fugaku had not finished with a calm expression.

"You don't have to be so groveling, do you?"

"Fugaku, the rope tree has the same bloodline as ours. Supporting him to become Hokage will be beneficial to our Uchiha clan!"

"Furthermore, with Mikoto's status in his heart and his attitude towards you, there is no need to worry about Mikoto doing anything bad to the Uchiha clan in the future!"

"I do all this for the future of the Uchiha clan!"

"My talent is limited, and it will probably only reach this level in my life! For the sake of the Uchiha clan, a little face is nothing!"

Yashiro turned his head, with a pleased smile on his mature face.

"Fugaku, the Uchiha clan, I will leave it to you from now on!"

"I'm going to discuss it with some clan elders. Find a time and you can officially take over as the clan leader!"