Dawn had just begun to break, and the morning mist had not yet fully dispersed.
Anlan opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Mikoto's peaceful sleeping face.
The crimson dawn outlined her gentle features. Her long lashes cast soft shadows across her porcelain cheeks. Ink-black hair spilled across the pillow, with several strands tangled lightly around his fingers.
This is the woman I love.
Anlan had just brushed the corner of her eye when those moist, beautiful eyes suddenly opened.
The haze of sleep faded quickly, replaced by clear, shimmering light that reflected his figure perfectly.
A faint smile blossomed on her lips.
"My dear, it's time to prepare."
Mikoto lifted the thin blanket and sat up. The silk night robe traced her graceful curves as it shifted, its slightly open collar revealing delicate collarbones.
As Anlan stood, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and gently bit her soft earlobe.
"No rush. Let me help you dress first."
Heat rose instantly to Mikoto's ears.
Before she could respond, he had already guided her to sit before the dressing table.
Standing behind her, Anlan picked up the ivory comb and began brushing her long black hair with slow, gentle strokes.
In the mirror, his focused expression reflected clearly.
Mikoto lowered her gaze slightly, a small smile lingering on her lips.
Occasionally his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her scalp and neck.
Each touch made her eyelashes tremble faintly, adding a hint of shy charm to her reflection.
When the final stray strand was smoothed down, he neatly tied her hair into a high ponytail, revealing her pale neck.
The Mikoto in the mirror instantly lost some of her softness.
In its place appeared a sharp, heroic beauty.
"All done."
Anlan leaned close and whispered near her ear, his warm breath brushing her cheek.
In the mirror, the two figures leaned together.
He stood tall like a pine tree.
She shone like a blooming flower.
Mikoto gently touched the tied hair, her eyes flowing with both tenderness and determination.
In that moment, she was breathtaking.
Like a crimson cherry blossom about to bloom—
Both gentle and strong.
"Now it's your turn, my general."
Mikoto rose gracefully and picked up his armor.
Click.
Daiju looked up from the kitchen, where he was carrying breakfast.
The morning light spilled over the corner of the staircase, turning the descending pair into golden silhouettes.
Anlan's crimson armor gleamed brilliantly.
His battle haori fluttered lightly as he walked.
His handsome face carried the calm authority of a commander.
Mikoto followed behind him.
Her black hair flowed like a waterfall—dignified yet heroic.
The soft clink of her ornaments and ninja blade echoed faintly with each step.
Together they looked like a legendary warrior couple stepping out of a Warring States painting.
Uchiha Clan Head Residence
Inside the tea room, morning light poured through the paper doors.
The old clan head sat on a cushion, looking at Fugaku, who was preparing to depart for war.
He pushed a freshly poured cup of tea toward him.
The surface shimmered beneath the sunlight.
"Remember one thing when you go to the eastern front," the old man said slowly.
"Do not act recklessly. In all matters, follow Anlan's lead."
Fugaku's posture stiffened slightly.
His fingers tightened around the teacup.
The clan head studied his son's firm profile.
"I know your ability."
"And I understand your pride."
"But what the clan needs now is not personal bravery."
"It is unity."
"…That child Anlan is stronger than you."
Outside the window came the sound of assembling footsteps.
The marching of the Red Guard echoed like war drums.
"Use your strength and wisdom where they truly belong."
The clan head's voice grew heavier.
"Assist him."
"That is how you protect the clan."
"Never forget that."
Fugaku looked down at the rippling tea in his cup.
After a long moment, he inhaled deeply.
"I understand, Father."
When he lifted his head again, his eyes were completely clear.
There was no hesitation left.
He had already abandoned his ambition of becoming clan head.
Now even the elder who once expected it of him had told him to let it go.
For the first time in a long time—
Fugaku felt light.
The old clan head nodded with satisfaction and patted his broad shoulder.
"Go."
"Let the world witness the brilliance of the Uchiha Twin Stars."
Morning light grew stronger, casting their silhouettes onto the paper door.
Like the mark of inheritance—
One red.
One black.
Heavy, yet full of hope.
Elsewhere in the Uchiha District
Uchiha Hazuki knelt on one knee, adjusting her daughter Izumi's collar.
The little girl wore neat clan clothing.
Her hair was tied into two small buns.
In her arms she held a faded cloth doll tightly.
"Izumi, behave at home."
"Don't wander outside the clan compound."
Hazuki gently stroked her daughter's hair.
"I know," Izumi said seriously.
"Lots of people in Konoha want to bully us."
She looked up with wide eyes.
"Mom, are you going with Brother Anlan to beat up the bad guys?"
Hazuki smiled softly and tapped her daughter's nose.
"Yes."
"Mom is going to protect something very important."
She placed a small kunai necklace around Izumi's neck.
"Let this protect you for me."
After hugging her daughter tightly, Hazuki turned toward the door.
Izumi ran forward a few steps.
"Mom!"
"When I grow up, I want to fight beside you and Brother Anlan too!"
"I'll kill the bad people who bully our clan!"
Hazuki didn't turn back.
She simply raised her right hand above her head in a gesture of promise.
Her crimson battle haori fluttered in the wind.
Behind her, Izumi waved enthusiastically.
The Uchiha District
Morning sunlight spread across the stone roads.
The first door to open belonged to Uchiha Yashiro.
He smiled at his mother and gently pinched his younger brother's cheek before walking away with a serious expression.
Next door, Tekka and Inabi marched forward proudly in their Red Guard uniforms.
As the sunlight grew brighter, more crimson figures emerged from every household.
Older clan members stood at their doors, slapping the warriors' shoulders with pride and concern.
Young boys climbed walls, watching the armored figures with burning eyes.
They wished desperately to replace them.
Small children sat in their mothers' arms, staring at the marching formation like it was a warm sun.
When the red stream merged onto the main road—
The entire street seemed to ignite.
Battle haori fluttered.
Armor clashed rhythmically.
When the final soldier joined formation, the two hundred Red Guard warriors stood silently beneath the rising sun.
Like a sea of burning crimson.
The only sound was the wind brushing across their cloaks.
Fugaku stepped forward.
Armor clanged as he shouted:
"General!"
"The Red Guard is assembled!"
"Awaiting your command!"
Anlan's Speech
Anlan stepped forward.
His haori spread behind him like drifting clouds.
His gaze slowly passed over each young, determined face.
Yashiro's restrained fanaticism.
Tekka's firm jaw.
Shisui's calm yet unwavering eyes.
And countless others burning with silent resolve.
Anlan spoke slowly.
His voice carried a strange power that pierced directly into the heart.
"Uchiha!"
"Today we stand here wearing this crimson armor—not for the Hokage's orders."
"Not for the gaze of those who have never treated us fairly!"
His voice rose, carrying a metallic sharpness.
"We fight for the land behind us!"
"For the parents, wives, and children waiting for our return!"
"For the honor of the name Uchiha!"
He raised his arm and pointed east.
"Across the sea, Kirigakure believes we are weak!"
"They believe Konoha is exhausted!"
"They think they can invade while we are distracted!"
"They are wrong!"
"Today we will dye the eastern sea with their blood!"
"We will pierce their ambitions with the light of the Sharingan!"
"We will show the entire ninja world—"
"The price of provoking the Uchiha!"
His final shout exploded like thunder.
"This battle is not for Konoha—it is for Uchiha!"
"This march—"
"Victory or no return!"
"Red Guard—!"
"VICTORY!!!"
Two hundred voices roared like a tidal wave.
Their killing intent shook the air.
Across the streets of Konoha, countless eyes watched.
Shock.
Envy.
Jealousy.
But among those who truly understood war—
Another feeling appeared.
Relief.
As if this crimson wall could block the coming storm.
Just like the Senju of the Forest once did.
Hokage Tower
On the rooftop, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood alone.
Behind him loomed the stone faces of the First and Second Hokage.
His usual gentle smile was gone.
If only the Sarutobi clan had such spirit…
The thought flickered briefly.
Then he sighed.
At least the eastern crisis might ease for now.
One step at a time.
Konoha Main Gate
The Red Guard marched along Konoha's main road.
Crimson cloaks and armor formed a moving sea of blood-red.
Their armor was not bright silver.
Instead it was matte black steel—
A material that devoured sunlight like an abyss.
Each step created rhythmic metallic echoes.
Like the heartbeat of a giant beast pounding in every observer's chest.
They marched silently.
Yet their silence carried overwhelming pride.
Behind them followed three Uchiha elders—
Setsuna, Hokaku, and the old clan head.
They led the children of the Uchiha attending the ninja academy.
The children walked proudly behind the army.
Their backs straight.
Their faces flushed with excitement.
Their bright eyes reflected the crimson figures ahead.
In that moment—
Under the countless envious gazes of Konoha's civilians—
The honor of the Uchiha clan became something tangible.
Something real.
Something that rooted deeply into every child's heart.
Just then—
Another group approached the gate.
At their head stood Hyūga Hizashi.
He wore not a Konoha jonin vest—
But white Hyūga samurai armor from the Warring States era.
Behind him stood three branch family Hyūga chunin.
Hizashi stopped before Anlan and bowed respectfully in the ancient ninja clan manner.
"Lord Anlan."
"The Hyūga clan has sent us under the orders of our clan head."
"The Byakugan will aid the Uchiha Red Guard in observing the battlefield."
"We will fight the enemy together."
Anlan looked deeply at Hizashi.
The rigid Hyūga clan understood exactly what he was doing.
So this is their gamble.
What will Hiruzen think?
Things are becoming interesting.
He did not refuse.
He glanced toward Fugaku.
Fugaku stepped aside and gestured.
"Please."
Hizashi nodded and joined the crimson formation.
Under the gaze of the Hokage faction and the watching clans—
The Red Guard stepped out of Konoha's gates.
"Victory—or no return."
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