Start with the Mangekyo Sharingan: Follow Lord Madara out of Konoha

Of course, due to Uchiha Naori's gentle and kind personality, she did not allow this genjutsu technique to become an endless killing move.

That is to say, "Izanami" was not a true infinite cycle. Killing someone might be easy for her, but her real purpose was to rewrite a person's will from the heart and allow them to truly find themselves again.

"Izanagi" was a technique to modify reality, turning all negative situations that occurred within a period of time that were unfavorable to oneself into illusions, and only choosing things that were beneficial to oneself and turning them into reality. It was a technique to change fate.

"Izanami" was a technique to manipulate reality, trapping all reality-modifying operations in a genjutsu of eternal cycles, invalidating behaviors that evaded reality or easily changed results. It was a technique to control fate.

But the one who truly determined fate was always the person trapped in the genjutsu.

Therefore, this technique also prepared a method to escape the cycle.

Only when the person being subjected to the technique no longer evaded, sincerely repented, and genuinely chose to accept the original ending, would the cycle created by "Izanami" naturally be lifted, and the person being subjected to the technique would consciously accept their fate.

Then… the price was…

Naori's left eye had already completely turned into a pure white, and the beautiful shamrock pattern that had once been there had faded all color and was completely blind.

In the illusion world created by "Izanami", in the Nth cycle.

Uchiha Naka swung his sword unwillingly, and with a "bang," white smoke scattered in front of him, and two sections of round wood crashed to the ground.

Sword light flashed, and his chest tore open in response. In his exhausted eyes, his right eye turned pale, reality was modified, and his whole person appeared in an open space without any warning.

Naori looked at him with a calm gaze, and her plain hand slightly loosened, and the tip of the sword inserted into the earth.

Naka was breathing like a bull, and his forehead was already covered in cold sweat. Looking at Naori who was walking towards him step by step, he knew what would happen next even without thinking.

A faint sound came from under his feet, pieces of Violet Petals fluttered in the wind, Azure Butterflies danced gracefully, and after that, there was Naori's fair palm reaching out from afar.

This scene, which was an eternity that had been repeated countless times, was also like seeing it for the first time.

Naori's eyes were sincere, as if she would never tire.

Naka had been tormented to the point of exhaustion, and the killing intent, madness, and unwillingness in his heart had long since dissipated before dozens of cycles.

With a "ding," he dropped the short blade in his hand. This weapon that had accompanied him in countless killings was now discarded like worn-out shoes.

"Why, why…" He looked up at the sky, closing his eyes with a face full of frustration. "There shouldn't be a fate that Izanagi can't change…"

Naori spoke softly, "Accept your fate, accept what you have done, and after acknowledging it, wait for your future."

Naka's face was full of intolerance, his eyebrows twitched, and he showed a sense of guilt for the first time. "My hands are already stained with blood, how can I possibly be forgiven by the clan members?"

He opened his eyes, and the right eye, which had been blind, had unexpectedly returned to its original state. A firm and gentle delicate face was reflected in the scarlet pupils.

"Even so, you have to accept it…"

Naka's face twisted, changing between cloudy and sunny. He gritted his teeth, picked up the short blade on the ground, and raised it high.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The blade cut through the air, turning into a straight stream of light that pierced into the earth, emitting a piercing hum.

"I... don't want to rely on Izanagi anymore..."

Naka said wearily, maintaining the posture of kneeling on one knee. Facing the jade hand extended by Naori, he took a deep breath, like a devout believer worshiping a god.

He raised his head, a long-lost enthusiasm flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

Naori's small mouth opened slightly, the breeze stroked her violet hair lightly, and a trace of surprise finally flashed across her beautiful face.

At that moment, she seemed to see the young man full of ambition again, the young man who dared to stand up and oppose the internal strife at the most serious time of the Uchiha clan's infighting, in the group meeting surrounded by strong enemies and many covetous tigers.

"I choose to accept reality and continue to move forward!"

Naka raised his head slightly, looking up at Naori. At this moment, there was no more arrogance or sinister in his eyes, but the same sincerity as in Naori's eyes.

He stretched out his trembling hand and slowly and solemnly grasped Naori's palm.

Naori smiled sweetly, a sense of relief flashing in her eyes. From the handshake of the two, the light shone brightly, and the fiery white light quickly swallowed the figures of the two people, blurring all the contours.

With the two as the center, the entire world began to collapse inch by inch, turning into countless sprite-like light particles that rushed into the sky, like a pouring rain.

Naka couldn't help squinting his eyes. When his vision returned to its original state, Naori's beautiful figure immediately came into view.

She still had that expression, but her left eye had lost all color, and had become heterochromatic eyes (red and white) like him.

He gently held the other person's fair and delicate palm, just like himself in the illusion world.

Naka stood up and let out a long breath. "I already know what I should do. I will fulfill my responsibilities well... This foolish internal strife should end."

He dropped the short blade in his hand and strode towards the outside of the valley.

Naori looked at his back, the expression in her eyes was very complicated, there was comfort, fatigue, a mixture of sadness and joy, but more of it was a relief from the burden.

"Kirito, sister did it…"

She murmured and took the initiative to close that pale eye, and took out the Lavender Eye Patch she had prepared in advance and covered her left eye.

She didn't care how Naka would deal with the follow-up, because "Izanami" had completely made him face himself, no longer escape, no longer vainly boast, as long as he could regain everyone's recognition, the Uchiha's infighting would end.

"Kirito, next, sister is going to fulfill your wish before your death... to take a look at the world outside the village, to see this prosperous world…"

She turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Walking out of the clan grounds, passing through the street corners, and walking to the noisy street, she subconsciously looked in that familiar direction.

In that location, there was a breakfast shop with a good reputation in the early years. Later, with the passage of time, it grew larger and larger, and finally it had expanded into a well-known Izakaya.

About 15 years ago, it was here that she learned that "all people are created equal and there is no distinction between high and low", and she also knew that to know a person, one can't just listen with one's ears, one must believe one's eyes.

Suddenly, she was slightly stunned. In a certain room on the second floor, someone was waving at her with a very happy look.

Her heart stopped!

Naori covered her heart, her pink and moist red lips trembled slightly, that face, wasn't it the person she had been thinking about day and night?

"Kirito!!!!!!"

She exerted force on her feet, and her figure shot directly into the window on the second floor, accurately landing in a rather elegant private room.

At first, she thought it was all illusion or a dream, but considering her Mangekyō Sharingan, there weren't many people in this world who could make her fall into genjutsu.

Kirito's familiar face was not much different from the memory, maybe it was rounder and whiter.

She pinched herself hard, it hurt, it hurt badly.

This was not a dream.

In an instant, she was surrounded by a huge joy. This strong emotion filled all of her, leaving no room for pain. She felt like she was going to explode with happiness.

"Sister!"

Uchiha Kirito took a step forward, it looked like he wanted to pounce into her arms, but he subconsciously glanced at his side, and then stopped this intimate action, scratching his head embarrassedly.

Naori didn't care about anything, and pulled him into her arms, and her soft peaks squeezed Kirito's face slightly out of shape.

"Sis, sis, I can't breathe a little, cough cough!"

Next to the seat by the window, Nian looked out the window a little nervously, his eyes wandering around.

And the young man beside him was holding a glass of juice, leisurely watching this scene of siblings reuniting.

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