Start with the Mangekyō and leave Konoha with Madara

Konoha 20 years, Konoha Village.

Uchiha Nen is an orphan. At least since he began to remember, he knew that he was a child without a father or a mother.

Over the years, he has been living on the pension of the clan.

Cold bed, spoiled bread, expired milk, a room for one person… Nen doesn’t know what loneliness is, but only knows that this kind of life is his normal state.

A kind uncle in the clan told him that his parents died in the Ninja World War and were devoured by the ruthless war.

But he, who lacked family affection since childhood, didn’t have any real feelings about this. He was just curious about what his parents did that made everyone in the clan avoid him like a snake and scorpion.

He knew that he was not liked by others. Some people in the clan were as annoyed as seeing a fly when they saw him, especially a strange aunt named “Yuko”. Every time he saw her, she looked angry and resentful.

At first, he thought it was because of his withdrawn personality, but when he made his first friend, he didn’t think so.

“My sister told me that everyone dislikes you because of your parents.” Uchiha Kirito said this while biting the tricolor ball.

Kirito’s words made Nian believe it without a doubt. After all, this was his only friend, and the only friend who didn’t care about his background and was willing to look at him normally.

He found the uncle named “Setsuna” and asked about his parents. The uncle was helpless and only said that his father was a guy who betrayed the village. The crimes he committed were too numerous to list. Not to mention the clan, even the whole village wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

Fortunately, this news was only blocked within the clan. Basically no one in the village knew that he was that person’s child, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After saying that, the uncle had a complicated expression and said no more.

“What? It turned out to be a deserter…”

Died in the war, but betrayed the village, isn’t that a deserter?

Nian knew in his heart that only weak guys would lose to fear. He chose to be a deserter in the face of a powerful enemy. He secretly vowed that he must become stronger and not repeat the same mistakes.

So, in order to become a strong ninja, he began to save money, and finally bought his first shuriken today.

The clan training ground did not welcome him, so he ran to the village training ground to practice, but was told that only ninjas and children from ninja schools were eligible to use the training ground.

This made him very helpless. He was only five years old this year, not yet of school age, and Kirito was already in the second grade. He could feel that the strength of the two was rapidly being pulled apart.

Practicing with someone to guide and practicing by oneself are completely different things.

The shuriken technique he practiced for a long time was as simple as eating and drinking in front of others. It was not easy for the shuriken he threw with all his strength to keep it from missing the target, but Kirito just waved his hand lightly and hit the bull’s eye.

Kirito told Nian that this was nothing at all, his sister could control the landing points of dozens of shurikens at the same time.

Kirito’s sister, named Uchiha Chiri, just graduated from the Ninja School this year. She is a very gentle elder sister, but also very powerful.

But Nian didn’t care, because in his heart, he always believed that the strength of a ninja was proportional to his age. When they reach that age, they will become as powerful as Chiri.

Kirito quickly refuted him, saying that there was a boy named Orochimaru in the class. That person was more powerful than himself, but his personality was more withdrawn than Nian, and he was also a poor child whose parents died in the war.

“Maybe, the three of us can have a lot of topics to talk about.” Kirito said, because his father also died in the war.

Mentioning this topic, Nian couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed, because he didn’t want to make friends with this as capital. His father was a deserter, which was not only not glorious, but also shameful.

On the street, Kirito pulled Nian’s arm, “Come on, I’ll take you to find him.”

“Who to find?”

“Orochimaru.”

“This… this is not good…” Nian was a little restrained.

Kirito tilted his head, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: “Sister said, more friends, more paths. When you go to school next year, both of us can protect you.”

He smiled, took Nian and left, but he bumped into a wall and sat on the ground.

“Oops.” Kirito rubbed his head, and Nian hurriedly helped him up. A tall figure blocked the sunlight, casting a long shadow full of oppression.

Kirito then realized that he didn’t bump into the wall, but into someone.

“Sorry, sorry!” He quickly stood up and apologized.

The man was wearing a mask and had a loose short hair. Just looking at his eyes made him look fierce.

“Walk carefully, kid.”The man spoke, his voice was rough and low, a little muffled.

The two young Uchiha immediately nodded like chicks pecking at rice, and watched the man walk into a izakaya on the side of the road.

The man ordered a few dishes and sat down by the window.

“It’s really troublesome. I didn’t expect Konoha Village to be so big.” He said to himself, with a slightly complaining tone.

At this time, a curious voice floated beside him.

“So, is this your first time in Konoha Village?”

The man looked at the voice and saw a young man in black clothes. When he turned his head, he actually walked over familiarly and sat down opposite him.

The young man had a slender and upright figure, with long black and thick hair, as if it was the deepest corner of the night sky, naturally falling on his forehead. His eyes were gently wrapped with a black ribbon, covering his eyes and the blue sky.

“I came here once a long time ago, but I didn’t have the chance to come in and take a look.” The man responded in a low voice. For some reason, after seeing the young man in front of him, he actually felt a sense of familiarity.

“So that’s how it is.” The young man smiled slightly and took a sip of his glass.

The man’s eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if he wanted to look directly into the other’s eyes through the black satin, “Can you see it?”

“I can’t see it, it’s just a little bit of perception ninjutsu, it’s not surprising.” The young man paused, “Compared with the most famous Lord Kakuzu in Kankinso, I can’t even stand up to the standard.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you recognize me?”

“The man who once assassinated the first generation of Hokage, I have heard of your name a long time ago.”

Kakuzu leaned forward and carefully looked at the young man’s appearance. The other party had deep facial features and clear facial lines. Even if you can’t see his eyes, you can see that he is handsome.

“What a coincidence, I think you look familiar too.”

“It’s not a good thing to be recognized by you. Maybe you are one of your bounty targets.” The young man still looked gentle and respectful.

Kakuzu said: “Take off the black satin and let me see your eyes.”

“Sorry, this is the only thing that is not convenient.” The young man laughed with a little apology, “The time has not come yet.”

Kakuzu took out a stack of pictures, which were bounty orders from the gold exchange. He flipped through them one by one until he pulled out the last page and raised it to compare from a distance.

“You are…” Kakuzu looked at the bounty order in his hand, his pupils shrank, “Uchiha Kamiya?”