"So what if I have the Sharingan now?"
[Great Sage]: The host's Uchiha bloodline is incomplete, but this skill has allowed you to acquire a single one-tomoe Sharingan through analytical calculation. Once the host obtains the complete Uchiha bloodline, both eyes can be fully restored.
All right, fine.
It's just a single one-tomoe Sharingan, but still—it's a Sharingan.
The incomplete bloodline limits its potential, and with only a 10% effect boost from Glutton, it's not exactly game-breaking.
Still… it's already a huge gain.
"Great Sage, keep repairing Glutton. How long until it's fully restored?"
[Great Sage]: Estimated time—thirty days.
"Thirty days? That long?"
[Great Sage]: The system requires two thousand units of energy to complete this skill's restoration.
"Okay, okay—fine! That's actually pretty fast. Good!"
Shigure couldn't help but feel the Great Sage was a bit smug.
"Then continue the repairs!"
[Great Sage]: Host, do you not wish to develop Wood Release?
"Not for now. Restoring Glutton comes first. If I need your help urgently, I'll call you out."
[Great Sage]: Understood.
There was no rush for Wood Release. His current strength was enough for now, and wasting the Great Sage's processing time on side projects didn't make sense. Better to get Glutton back to full power as soon as possible.
Besides, Shigure was eager to see what his third active skill would be.
With the Great Sage and Glutton already so overpowered, the third one had to be equally terrifying.
He stepped in front of the mirror, ready to test his Sharingan.
Even if it was just a single tomoe in one eye—it was still the Sharingan.
"Sharingan—open!"
His left eye shifted, the pupil morphing into the crimson form of a Sharingan. A single tomoe rotated slowly within, framed by the black seal-like texture of his ocular ability.
Staring at his reflection, Shigure felt… sharper.
His vision was clearer, his insight keener.
But compared to the Great Sage's ability to accelerate his thought process, the effect was underwhelming.
He knew better than to be disappointed, though. The true strength of the Sharingan lay in the evolution to Mangekyō, when it would unlock truly broken abilities.
No point in being impatient.
That was when Shigure felt it—a strange, turbulent wave of chakra.
His eyes widened. "What was that?"
A moment later, realization struck.
Somehow, he could feel the chakra signatures of most ninja in Konoha.
[Great Sage]: Due to the host inheriting Senju bloodline and possessing exceptional chakra control, you have awakened the ability to sense chakra.
Chakra perception!
A grin tugged at his lips. Finally, this ability was his.
And that chakra he'd just felt… it was foul, violent, and filled with killing intent.
Tailed Beast chakra.
That could only mean one thing—Gaara of the Sand had arrived in Konoha.
From the feel of it, he was already clashing with Naruto and Sasuke.
Kankurō must have picked a fight with Konohamaru, which of course Naruto wouldn't tolerate.
They were on the verge of brawling when Sasuke stepped in, a shuriken forcing Kankurō to back down.
Gaara and Temari had appeared as well, turning it into a tense three-on-two standoff.
Sasuke was no fool—he could tell these weren't opponents to underestimate.
Shigure stepped outside, gaze turning in their direction.
"It's just a petty fight between kids—nothing worth stepping in for."
Shigure's lips curved faintly.
"Still… I suppose I'm feeling a little willful today."
His body blurred into motion, vanishing into a streak of light as he sped toward the disturbance.
Ninjutsu — Body Flicker Technique!
A narrow side street in Konoha.
Naruto stood protectively in front of Konohamaru and Sakura, glaring at the boy opposite him.
"Which village are you from? This is Konoha! You looking for a fight?"
Kankurō snorted.
"Tch. Just Konoha. That brat crashed into me—shouldn't he apologize? Or are all the people here this rude?"
Sasuke stepped forward, his tone cold.
"If it's a fight you want, I won't hold back. You're Sand Ninja, aren't you?"
Up above, Gaara leaned casually against the trunk of a tree, arms folded over the massive gourd on his back, silent and watchful.
Temari's eyes flicked toward Sasuke, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
"So handsome… Konoha sure has its fair share of pretty boys. Compared to this place, the guys back home are…" She shook her head.
Kankurō's grin widened.
"Oh, you do want to fight? Perfect. Let's see how strong Konoha's shinobi really are."
He shifted the puppet on his back, clearly ready to attack.
"Naruto, Sasuke—don't be reckless!" Sakura urged. "They're probably here for the Chūnin Exams. If you cause trouble now, it could be bad for all of us."
Suddenly—fine, glimmering threads shimmered into existence, crisscrossing the air.
In an instant, Gaara, Kankurō, and Temari tensed.
The threads converged slowly, weaving together until a figure materialized right in front of Naruto.
"Shigure!" Naruto blinked in surprise. Even though he'd seen Shigure's Body Flicker before, the effect never failed to impress—especially now, when countless luminous lines had appeared from all directions, drawing his form into existence in plain sight, as if for dramatic effect.
Shigure gave Naruto a brief nod before turning to Konohamaru.
One glance at the scrape on the boy's knee told him what happened—Konohamaru must have barreled into Kankurō at full speed. The Sand Ninja was unhurt, but Konohamaru had taken a tumble, hitting the ground hard enough to bleed.
Sakura stepped forward. "I'll take care of—"
Before she could finish, Shigure raised a hand. A gentle current of water-like chakra flowed down his arm, wrapping around Konohamaru's knee.
Ninjutsu — Healing Art!
The injury mended in moments, the raw skin smoothing over as if it had never been scraped.
Sakura stared, wide-eyed.
"What kind of medical jutsu is that? That healing speed… it's even faster than the Mystical Palm Technique!"
Gaara, Kankurō, and Temari exchanged glances. It wasn't that they'd never seen medical ninjutsu before—but this, combined with the way Shigure had arrived, marked him as anything but ordinary.
Gaara spoke at last.
"Your name?"
Shigure turned his head slowly to look at him.
The instant their eyes met, the sand in Gaara's gourd burst forth, swirling protectively around its master.
From just a glance.
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