According to Kyosuke's memories from his past life, Danzo's Root organization eventually collected quite a few Sharingan.
Furthermore, in the impending Third Ninja World War, the Uchiha Clan would certainly suffer casualties on the battlefield. By then, there would be plenty of opportunities to obtain the legendary eyes.
But he hadn't expected that he would break into a direct conflict with the Uchiha Clan so soon.
A few days later, Kyosuke—still sporting an empty stomach—brought Guy over to Kakashi's house. Moocing a meal first and then training was both shameless and joyful, but today, they encountered some highly unwelcome guests.
"Sakumo Hatake, I want to challenge you! No matter how powerful the world says you are, you will inevitably fall before the Sharingan!"
Three young members of the Uchiha stood arrogantly on the Hatake training ground, their expressions dripping with disdain.
Sakumo recognized the three: Uchiha Takeru, Uchiha Takuya, and Uchiha Osamu. All were part of the radical, aggressive new generation of the Uchiha Clan.
Among them, the oldest, Uchiha Takeru, had already awakened the mature Three-Tomoe Sharingan. He was powerful, haughty, and acted with notorious cruelty.
This time, it was Takeru who was formally challenging Sakumo.
His goal was simple: defeat the White Fang and thoroughly tarnish his reputation, ensuring Sakumo lost any chance of inheriting the title of Hokage.
Of course, they knew that picking a fight in the middle of the village would cause too much of a stir. So, they had waited for days, taking advantage of the quiet and deserted surroundings of the Hatake compound to issue their challenge.
As for the possibility of actually losing to Sakumo? Hah. As a hailed genius of the Uchiha Clan, Takeru hadn't even considered the possibility.
Facing the overbearing Uchiha, Sakumo simply shook his head slightly. "I refuse. Please leave."
Takeru's eyes burned as he stared intently at Sakumo, a contemptuous sneer appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"What a coward. You abandoned your mission in the past, and now you don't even dare to accept a simple challenge. You don't deserve to be called a ninja at all."
Behind Takeru, the fourteen-year-old Takuya and Osamu were not to be outdone, loudly expressing their own disgust.
"What 'White Fang of Konoha'? It was just luck. You only ever faced weak enemies. If you were to face us Uchiha on the battlefield... hmph."
"Hahaha, in the face of our Sharingan, there are no strong opponents! Hey, old man, you'd better agree quickly. We'll defeat you in a few moves so we don't miss our dinner."
These words were like sharp blades, repeatedly stabbing into the pride of a warrior.
Sakumo possessed a strong will and remained utterly expressionless in the face of the mockery. Kyosuke, having lived two lives, was thick-skinned; though he felt deep anger and disgust, he didn't show it on his face.
However, Kakashi and Guy were absolutely furious.
Kakashi saw his beloved father being openly insulted in their own home. Guy, being emotionally intense and overly passionate, was practically boiling over and immediately shot back.
With a freezing cold expression, Kakashi held his kunai across his chest. "I accept this challenge!"
Guy clenched his fists tightly, fire literally seeming to burn in his eyes. "Hey, I'm challenging you too! I want to see just how powerful your stupid Sharingan really is!"
"Hmph! Only daring to hide behind children... Sakumo, you've disappointed me too much!"
Takeru completely ignored Kakashi and Guy, his condescending eyes fixed only on Sakumo.
Sakumo remained silent, offering no response.
At this moment, his heart felt incredibly heavy. For the marginalized Uchiha Clan to feel emboldened enough to come to his home and exert pressure meant the village higher-ups were already becoming dangerously impatient with him.
It seems I really should die, Sakumo thought grimly.
Uchiha Osamu glanced at Kakashi and Guy, curling his lip in disgust. "Hey, kids, get lost. Otherwise, if you die in the crossfire, it'll be too late for regrets!"
Guy pointed a trembling finger at Osamu and shouted, "You're not much older than me, so stop looking down on people! I don't think you're anything special! You might not even be my match!"
Seeing a green-clad nobody doubt his strength, Osamu was instantly enraged. "I am a genius of the Uchiha, you green-skinned toad!"
Guy snorted, gave a thumbs-up, pointed to Kyosuke and Kakashi beside him, and said with absolute conviction, "Kyosuke and Kakashi are the true geniuses! You're just all talk!"
"Damn it! I'll show you my strength!"
Osamu, already hot-headed and now fuming with rage, vanished from his spot. In the blink of an eye, he appeared at Guy's side and threw a vicious kick that whistled through the air, aimed straight at Guy's head.
So fast?!
Guy could barely see Osamu's form and had absolutely no time to defend. He could only watch helplessly as the kick closed in, his heart filling with shock.
Bang!
A powerful shockwave of air rushed against Guy's face, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. However, he didn't feel any pain.
Opening his eyes, he saw Kyosuke's back standing firmly in front of him.
The moment Osamu had attacked, both Kyosuke and Kakashi had reacted instantly, but Kyosuke had been a step faster. The ground beneath Kyosuke's feet sank slightly as he raised his right arm high, perfectly blocking Osamu's heavy kick.
Although his right arm felt as if the bone might crack under the pressure, Kyosuke kept a mocking smile on his face, stubbornly refusing to yield an inch.
"Didn't you eat breakfast? This limp attack is even gentler than the Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist!" Kyosuke taunted.
At that moment, Kakashi also arrived, throwing a ruthless punch at Osamu. However, Uchiha Takuya intercepted Kakashi's blow just in time, and the two immediately broke into a fierce melee.
Osamu felt profoundly humiliated that a seven- or eight-year-old kid like Kyosuke had actually blocked his full-strength attack. He instantly increased his power, wanting to crush Kyosuke as quickly as possible to regain his pride.
Seeing the courtyard descend into chaos, Sakumo finally had to act. But just as his hand moved toward his blade, Takeru flashed in front of him, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan spinning violently.
"Saving them won't be that easy!" Takeru sneered.
In response, Sakumo finally drew the short sword from his back. The air around him dropped in temperature.
"That's more like it! Hahaha!" Takeru gripped a kunai and took the initiative, lunging at Sakumo with a bloodthirsty expression.
The two sides engaged in a blindingly fast clash of steel.
Kyosuke dodged Osamu's relentless attacks while taking a split second to observe the battlefield.
There were three separate skirmishes. He didn't need to worry about Sakumo at all. And with Nagato's massive Chakra passively fueling his coils through the Black Rod, Kyosuke could easily sustain a long battle of attrition.
Only Kakashi was truly struggling.
Although he hadn't lost yet, Kakashi's stamina and Chakra were visibly inferior to the older Uchiha Takuya's. He wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
"Guy! Go support Kakashi!" Kyosuke barked.
Guy immediately agreed. "Got it!"
Seeing that Kyosuke actually had the leisure to worry about others during their fight, Osamu felt deeply belittled. He stopped holding back entirely, leaping backward and rapidly performing hand seals.
"Kid, worry about yourself first! Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
A massive, roaring fireball, carrying a sweeping wave of blistering heat, rushed straight at Kyosuke, illuminating his face in a hellish red glow.
However, Kyosuke only felt a profound sense of relief.
To be honest, Osamu's physical strength was overwhelming, especially in Taijutsu. Because Kyosuke was young and hadn't fully grown, the gap in raw muscle was severe. Every time he exchanged blows, Kyosuke felt his body taking cumulative damage. He was only persevering through sheer willpower.
But in terms of Ninjutsu? With Nagato's 'cheat' hooked up to him, Kyosuke wasn't afraid of a teenager at all.
Come on, let's trade Ninjutsu. Whoever flinches first is a coward!
Kyosuke's hands blurred into seals, and he spat out an equally massive fireball. "Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
The two enormous fireballs collided violently in the center of the courtyard. Sparks showered everywhere, creating waves of high-temperature wind that immediately ignited the surrounding grass and decorative trees.
"Damn it! How is he actually this strong?!"
Osamu hadn't expected Kyosuke to possess such terrifying elemental power at his age. Amidst his surprise, his fighting spirit soared. He activated his own Sharingan, the two blood-red tomoe slowly rotating in his eyes.
"However, I am an Uchiha! And I will never lose!"