"Let's go."

The Uchiha World stood up and said lightly. She seemed to immediately enter the role of Uchiha-sama.

Of course, maybe the previous one will be because of the tone of sincerity. The girl who is so ashamed that her face is flushed is not her norm, and maybe it's not her norm. "Hmm."

Makoto nodded in agreement, and the world stood still, waiting for him to come to a place next to his own before stepping out the door with him.

Through the many portals and deep corridors, Chenghe World came to the courtyard where the Zongli Room was located not far from the Great Elder's Mansion, and the purple heavy curtain divided the wide courtyard into more than a dozen fans, and the center of these fans was a high platform made of marble, and the smooth and white stone walls of the high platform were carved with mysterious talismans and patterns.

The moon rises, and the place is already full of Uchiha people, people's faces look solemn in the white light, although there are many people, but they are orderly, and few people make a sound.

The crowd automatically parted ways, and the world saluted the clansmen who greeted her with her eyes, noticing that Makoto next to her unconsciously lagged behind herself, she leaned towards Makoto, so that the distance between the two people was only as wide as a finger, and at the same time, she was also slightly behind Makoto.

In the center of the crowd, it is a fairly wide platform, divided into three levels, all of which are circular, and every 120 degrees, there will be a zigzag staircase connecting the three stone platforms in turn.

The staircase is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the highest part is sealed by a rounded half-height railing, which resembles the shape of a magatama.

If you look down from above, these three magatama and the top of the high platform around which they are surrounded in the middle resemble a writing wheel eye.

Ascending from a magatama ladder, and nodding slightly to Tomoo Uchiha and Fugaku who were standing on the first floor, Makowa came to the second layer of the high platform, which is also the round head of Magatama.

The Great Elder was wearing a robe, except for a bright flame fan behind his back, this wide but well-fitting robe was pure purple all over, with a white hemp rope tied around his waist and a slipknot tied in front of him.

Seeing the world coming, he nodded at her slowly, his gray hair did not look like a kind old man. Standing at the head of the crowd, there were other clansmen outside the three positions behind him, and the prominent position made his already tall body even more majestic. "World, come here." The Great Elder greeted in a low voice.

Cheng stopped among the clansmen three steps away from the Great Elder, and the world quietly pressed his shoulders against him, lowered his head slightly, and his long hair was scattered to his chest, revealing a swan-like graceful neck, and slowly walked forward.

From a distance, Makoto saw a group of people from the patriarch's line climb another magatama top, and Shisui, who had grown much taller, followed behind Uchiha Shigeru, and the two of them looked at each other, and they both smiled a little and nodded friendly.

Zhishui and Cheng, are the two people who are most often compared to each other in the clan, although Zhishui became famous earlier than Cheng, but Chengshui has been winning battles recently, and his strength and prestige have been increasing, and there is a tendency to leave Zhishui behind.

However, whether it is the information Makoto got from Tomoo or what Makoto himself has felt, it has been reminding Makoto that this guy should not be underestimated. Zhishui, who is 12 years old this year, has just entered the first golden period of rapid development of strength in his life, and this age means that his golden period will be longer than everyone Cheng knows.

Maybe Kakashi in the future has a chance to surpass Shisui in this regard, but Kakashi, who doesn't have a special bloodline, is really difficult to compare to Shisui with the big plug-in of Sharingan in terms of growth.

Even though Kakashi has Obito eyes and extremely powerful Kamui, he is not of the direct Uchiha bloodline, and it seems that he can't afford to use the Sharingan very well.

On the third Magatama, it is Masashi Uchiha, the head of the sect ritual house that Makoto once had a relationship with at the family meeting, and he is taking over a bonsai from the clansmen behind him.

The ninjas' eyesight is extremely far-reaching, and the Uchiha family is the best among ninjas, and Makoto's five senses, even among the members of the Uchiha family, who are mainly based on Hitomitsu, are among the best. Although the distance between the three Magatama is not close, Makoto can almost see the things in Masamoto's hand when he looks at it lightly.

The pot seems to be made of white porcelain, and there are cyan patterns on the basin body, and the patterns are as freehand as smoke, symmetrical to each other, and at a glance, it seems to be the appearance of a tree, and a human figure hangs upside down from the tree, but this human figure has no hands and feet, and is distorted into a shape.

Inside the pot, there is an old tree of unknown variety, with strong branches and verdant branches. Around this tree, the edge of the porcelain basin is full of red magic ropes, every two fingers wide, there is a small white yellowing rune paper on the rope, the paper is painted with various colors of rune seals, magic bells, magic axes, magic swords, etc., constantly fluttering in the breeze.

Is this Obon? Thinking of the explanations made by the world before, I thought about it.

However, doesn't it mean that you should use the obon to offer delicious food? What's going on with this tree? What are the things next to the tree that are more [sealed] than sacrificed, and what are the things like the magic ropes and runes made of magic paper?

The full moon had slowly moved to the middle of the sky, and the moon was sprinkled but obliterated by the artificial pale light, and the courtyard was full of people, but it was almost impossible to hear the sound of breathing. "It's time." Masamoto said loudly, and after making a slight gesture to the Great Elder and the Patriarch respectively, he raised the Bon in his hand, strode up to the highest stone platform, placed the basin on the high stone pillar in the center of the stone platform, and then withdrew with his hand.

"The world." The Great Elder spoke. "Yes, Grandpa." The world agreed, and under the gaze of all the Uchiha people present, step by step, slowly ascended to the high platform.

Before she walked to the stone pillar Obon, she paused and looked around the audience.

The girl is thin, dressed beautifully, under the moon, her eyes are cold, and she is so beautiful and noble that she does not look like a living person.

Everyone held their breath as she stretched out her white wrist, took out a jade-handled knife from her sleeve, and cut it gently.

From Cheng's point of view, the world's wrists are lying in a round of bright moons, and blood is pouring down, as if the moon has also been defiled. However, this was just his illusion, the world's wrist blood was dripping, and in a moment it was sprinkled all over the originally green bonsai tree, and she moved lightly, along the edge of the porcelain basin, and dripped the blood on those rune papers one by one.

The fire rose, I don't know what the principle was, the rune paper burned when it saw blood, and instantly turned the pot into a sea of fire, the bonsai tree burned quickly in the flames, first the emerald green leaves dried up and withered, and then the branches and trunks, under the baking of the flame, lost their moisture very quickly, dried up, and twisted.

With the ice tray in the sky as the background, sacrificed by the blood of the purest maiden, the branches of the bonsai tree crackled and burned, and the shadows cast in the moon were painfully twisted and struggled like human limbs.

Like a sinner who has fallen into the flames of Infernal Hell.

However, the thick trunk was like limbs, and the other branches were like the black shadows of countless tails in the moon, which made Makoto think of something else.

The twisted shadows of the monk, the mother, the sin, the moon, the sacred tree, the seal, these impressions were connected like lightning, and in the cheers that gradually rang out around them, they turned into a name that sent chills to Makoto's heart - Ten Tails!

The wind blows, the flames are extinguished, and the embers are blown away, revealing the undamaged center of the Obon, where a small, nascent bonsai tree sprouts out of the dirt and quietly stretches its body.

The Uchiha people had already knelt down one after another, and with this cover, Makoto had turned into blood-red eyes, clearly catching the shadow of the small tree's root, which was as black as ink, and after licking all the blood stains on the tree, it was quickly retreating into the dirt.