The power of the Mangekyo Sharingan is immense! This… Uchiha Shisui had already felt it before. But he felt even more that with his own ability, it was not yet enough to safely use this dōjutsu. Once used, there might be irreversible effects.
Therefore, in his heart, he had already accepted Ryoho Kyohiko's speculation—powerful talent led to the premature awakening of the Sharingan, but at the same time, it also brought some hidden dangers. The reason Uchiha Madara had Obito transplant the "First's" cells was likely to enhance his constitution and make up for possible hidden dangers. Then, I can use the same method to make up for it!
Uchiha Shisui took a deep breath, suppressing the tension in his heart.
Orochimaru's voice was hoarse as he comforted Shisui.
"Don't be afraid. This technology is actually very mature and has been verified in the Iburi clan. It can be controlled within a non-dangerous range. Otherwise, we wouldn't dare to use it on a person."
Then, he licked his lips.
"Let's begin."
As soon as his voice fell, he felt a strong drowsiness wash over him. It felt like a genjutsu, but there was also some effect of drugs. When? He was groggy, and then he heard—
"Where do you want it planted? It might leave a white mark. Also, I suggest avoiding vital organs to prevent being too late for a rescue."
"The shoulder."
Uchiha Shisui responded in a daze.
Orochimaru was obliging. With Ryoho Kyohiko on the side, he wouldn't do anything else. Shisui was very relieved, so he completely fell asleep in a few seconds.
In the night forest, only the chirping of insects could be heard. Orochimaru made the incision, and Ryoho Kyohiko performed the jutsu for disinfection and to help the wound heal—actually, there was no need for a jutsu. Although the White Zetsu cells were not as powerful as Hashirama's cells, they still had a basic self-healing function. As soon as the flesh was implanted, it began to heal automatically.
Ryoho Kyohiko's gaze was fixed on the cut wound, his chakra already gathered in advance. At any unusual movement, he would immediately apply a seal to lock it down. Orochimaru was also extremely nervous at this moment. Uchiha and Hashirama cells. This was a direction that had been speculated but could not be verified before. Now, Obito's situation showed that there was indeed a possibility of fusion between the two. If it could also be done on Shisui… then it could basically be confirmed that Madara had used this method, combined with Izanagi, to avoid the certain death he had faced before, and thus lived to this day. So, Shisui's "medical treatment" was actually related to his inner conjecture and the verification of a secret.
One second, two seconds… The white area expanded slightly. Orochimaru's entire face tensed up, afraid that this area would expand again. Once it did, he would have to use curse marks and seals to lock down this area. That would mean failure. His expression visibly became more nervous, his gaze locked on Shisui's wound.
A few seconds passed, and the white area gradually stabilized.
"Phew!"
A long exhale was heard in the base.
Orochimaru glanced over and saw Ryoho Kyohiko smiling faintly.
"Orochimaru-senpai, it's rare to see you so nervous. How does it feel?"
Orochimaru licked the corner of his mouth.
"Heh, after all, it's a very important research. If it succeeds, I can basically be sure that Madara must be old and decrepit, with little combat power to speak of."
"If we can find him…"
An old man, how much combat power can he have? With Kyohiko and Minato's abilities, a surprise attack and siege should not be difficult to take him down!
Ryoho Kyohiko sat on the side.
"It will be very difficult to find him. The shinobi world is large, and they also have the ability to hide. Unless they jump out themselves. But after this, it should be more difficult."
Shisui's situation had basically stabilized. The Uchiha's bloodline allowed him to fuse relatively perfectly with the White Zetsu cells. With the enhancement of the White Zetsu cells, Shisui's body should receive a relatively strong boost. At that time, the Mangekyo Sharingan and his physical body would form a virtuous cycle. There would basically be no possibility of a bloodline disease. On the contrary, he would become stronger and stronger, and it was not impossible for him to even master Wood Style.
Orochimaru slowly exhaled.
"It seems to be a success."
He sat on the side and smiled.
"Kyohiko, you're only twelve, and you're already taking a disciple?"
Ryoho Kyohiko nodded, not hiding his intentions.
"The Uchiha and Konoha need a bond to ease their relationship. Shisui is a good choice. His talent and background are very good. He will be the helmsman of the Uchiha in the future."
Compared to Uchiha Itachi, he trusted Shisui more. Whether in the original timeline or now, Shisui had his own logic, persistence, and bottom line. Itachi, on the other hand, did not seem to be a person with a bottom line, or… was his bottom line his not-yet-born younger brother? In short, the Uchiha in Shisui's hands was better than leaving them in the hands of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Fugaku. And now, what he had to ensure was that nothing would happen to Shisui! With the Mangekyo Sharingan and cell transplantation, there would basically be no problem of bloodline disease.
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In the outskirts of the village, Namikaze Minato had made a round and was originally planning to go back and check on the situation inside the village. But at a turn, he suddenly felt a strange presence. Following it, in front of a ruin, a young man stood still, looking at the collapsed house in front. This had been the residence of an old woman before. But later, she was attacked and killed by ninjas from Kirigakure, and finally, she and her house were blown up and burned down.
He is… Uchiha Obito?
Namikaze Minato's eyes narrowed. Uchiha Obito was already a rogue-nin! And according to the intelligence he had just received, the other party had infiltrated the Uchiha clan and killed many people, and had also awakened a special space-time ability. A space barrier would be detected by the other party. Then—instantly, his feet exploded, and he rushed forward.
"Obito!"
The moment Minato's presence erupted, Black Zetsu immediately sensed that something was wrong. However, by the time Obito reacted, Minato was already in front of him. So terrifying. The speed is almost teleportation!
Obito did not hesitate, instantly activating the power of his dōjutsu and entering an intangible state. Bang! A Rasengan passed through his body. A kunai silently arrived behind Obito.
Namikaze Minato's eyes hardened—although he had long known that the other party possessed a space-time ability, he had not expected that Obito could also hide his body between his own and another space.
Swish!
Obito flashed past, then instantly appeared, drawing his blade and slashing at Minato. In his current view, Konoha and the Uchiha were no different, all were stumbling blocks on the path to peace. They should all be swept away! A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Clang!
The blade and kunai collided. The next second, the blade was spitting flames condensed from chakra. Uchiha Style Kenjutsu!
But instantly, Minato's figure disappeared. Flying Thunder God!
Swoosh!
Instantly, behind him.
Bang!
A huge force came, and chakra poured into his body, instantly turning his insides upside down. Pain. A heart-piercing pain! He almost thought he was going to die, but soon, wooden spikes grew out from his back, forcing Minato to let go. The next second, he quickly activated the ability of his Sharingan and drilled into another space.
Namikaze Minato sensed the instantly opened space-time channel, and he had also left a Flying Thunder God mark on the other party just now. Unfortunately… Obito had learned his lesson this time. After entering the Kamui dimension, he quickly used his dōjutsu to close the space-time channel behind him, preventing the residual channel from being used by Minato.
Then, Obito let out a long sigh of relief. He lay on the floor of the Kamui dimension, his eyes filled with despair.
"Why are they all so strong?"
"…"
Black Zetsu found it hard to answer.
Obito's dōjutsu was unimaginably powerful. Theoretically, as long as he didn't encounter Namikaze Minato or Ryoho Kyohiko, he could even hold his own against the Sannin for a while. He definitely wouldn't be in a state of being severely injured in one exchange. However, it was just so unlucky that he had encountered the two most unbeatable and troublesome ones. Fortunately, his life was not in danger. Although he had a not-so-small wound on his back, he could heal by lying on the ground and recovering slowly. It had to be said—the ability of Senju Hashirama was indeed powerful! Black Zetsu thought to himself.
Seeing that Obito was a little down, he thought for a moment.
"You just can't beat the two of them right now. You don't have to be so discouraged."
"Really?"
"Of course."
Black Zetsu answered very firmly.
Obito was silent. After a long while, he said.
"I must achieve true peace! So that the people of the world don't have to experience the pain of war!"
"Of course. We have always been walking on this path."
The black shadow twisted slightly.
The message he left behind, through the existence of Madara, had become more reliable and believable. This silly boy didn't doubt it at all. If it were Uchiha Shisui, who knows, he might not have been so easy to deceive. Thinking of that little brat, Black Zetsu couldn't help but sigh. Such a genius, who knows, one day he might awaken the Mangekyo, and at that time, he would be a great threat to them. This failure might have completely pushed the Uchiha clan to Konoha's side.
"But, at least we have achieved Obito's eye-awakening. It was all worth it. It's a pity that Nohara Rin couldn't be killed," Black Zetsu thought to himself.
After waiting for a long while, Obito finally healed. He silently got up.
"I'll go to the hospital to see Grandma, and then I'll leave."
The longer he stayed in Konoha, the greater the chance of encountering Ryoho Kyohiko and Namikaze Minato. And he felt that apart from Rin, there was nothing worth staying for. And Nohara Rin… she couldn't possibly go with him. Obito had this self-awareness.
He carefully opened up a space and detached himself from it. This place was still on the edge of Konoha. It wasn't very far to the Konoha Hospital. The journey was unobstructed. Arriving at the hospital, he saw the person he wanted to see as he wished. Nohara Rin, and… his grandmother, already covered with a cloth.
Obito looked at the scene through the wall and the space, the pain in his heart growing more intense. He had never thought—whether his grandmother's death was related to him, whether all this was too coincidental, whether Black Zetsu, who could control his abilities, could possibly use them on others… In Obito's mind, there was only so-called hatred and peace. Of course, and also Nohara Rin, whom he saw in his eyes.
"Rin, thank you for taking care of my grandmother. I will create a completely peaceful world for you!"
Obito knew. From the way Rin and his grandmother got along, he could imagine how much Rin had helped him during this time. If not for Rin, his grandmother might have passed away long ago.
A few minutes later, footsteps were heard from outside. Obito immediately shrank into the wall. The door was pushed open. Yuhi Kurenai, holding a relatively thin blanket, pushed open a crack in the door, then sighed softly and came over to cover Rin.
Witnessing this scene, Obito left using Earth Style. In Konoha, Rin could live very well.
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More than an hour later, Shisui slowly woke up from his sleep. He looked around. It was a dim room.
"This is the Anbu. Do you want to go home now?"
"Sensei?"
Shisui sat up, and his consciousness gradually returned. I had an operation… so it was a success? He pulled open the clothes on his shoulder and soon saw the white patch on it. The position was not very conspicuous, just a small piece. If you didn't look carefully, you basically couldn't see it. Was it a success?
Shisui was secretly surprised, then tried to activate his Sharingan. But—for a while, he seemed unable to activate that special Sharingan state.
"You can't perfectly control it yet, so you can't activate it stably. It will be fine after some more training in the future. But according to the observations of the Nidaime-sama, and some legends in your clan, I think these eyes might have certain side effects."
Ryoho Kyohiko said.
Upon hearing this, Shisui was instantly lost in memory. Clan legends? The only clan legend he could think of regarding this was…
"Uchiha Madara taking his younger brother Izuna's eyes? But I heard that's not true. The real truth seems to be that Izuna-sama voluntarily gave them to Madara."
Shisui retorted.
Ryoho Kyohiko nodded.
"Then, why give him the eyes?"
"This…"
Shisui couldn't answer. According to later developments, Madara clearly also had the Mangekyo Sharingan. Why take Izuna's eyes?
"Perhaps there is another reason…"
Shisui couldn't answer.
Ryoho Kyohiko said.
"Loss of dōjutsu? Or, overusing the eyes might have aftereffects, and changing eyes can solve the aftereffects."
"The aftereffects of the clan's dōjutsu are mostly related to blindness."
Shisui's face suddenly froze. Perhaps—Sensei is right. The Mangekyo Sharingan, who knows, might have aftereffects related to the eyes.
"I'll pay attention."
"Remember, these eyes do possess powerful strength, but no matter what, they are just an aid, not everything."
As Ryoho Kyohiko spoke, he pointed a finger, and a sapling grew from below. "Just like Wood Style. In the hands of the Shodai-sama, he could beat the whole world. But in Obito's hands, it can only be used to injure others."
No matter how strong the jutsu is, it's the person who determines the upper limit.
Upon hearing this, Shisui nodded lightly.
"I understand, Sensei. You don't want me to rely on these eyes."
"Yes."
Ryoho Kyohiko nodded. Although he and Shisui were only five years apart in age, the gap in their strength and understanding of ninjutsu was not simply five years.
Uchiha Shisui answered firmly.
"I will always work hard, until the day I can become the clan head of the Uchiha!"
As for the Hokage, with Kyohiko around, the word "Hokage" was not in his ideals. His only goal was to inherit and strengthen the Uchiha clan. And now, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope.