Mamoru lowered his hand and studied himself in the mirror—one blue eye and one black, a pair of heterochromatic eyes.
Activating Six Eyes in both of his eyes at the same time was still a burden for his current body. His young brain was overwhelmed and found it difficult to process the surging, complex information.
He lowered his heels and closed his eyes. Then he turned around, and walked out of the washroom, heading all the way to the backyard.
The sliding door opened slightly as he stepped onto the veranda. Even with his eyes closed now, it didn't affect his perception of his surroundings in the slightest.
The Six Eyes granted him a 360-degree long-range vision without any blind spots, allowing him to see through obstructions and perceive all things, clearly distinguishing between ordinary people and ninjas who possessed Chakra.
More importantly, the Six Eyes allowed him to achieve extremely precise control over Chakra, significantly improving the efficiency of its circulation and the casting of Ninjutsu.
However, precise control alone was far from enough.
Deep within Mamoru's body, a technique called Limitless was engraved. To perform this technique, one must possess the ability for extreme Chakra control. Because of this, the Six Eyes became an indispensable prerequisite for unlocking Limitless.
Of course, there are gains and losses, and the Six Eyes were no exception.
Maintaining the Six Eyes consumed almost no Chakra, but it continuously overtaxed his mental and spiritual energy, making it very easy to cause brain fatigue. He was almost certain that overusing them would fry his brain and cause irreversible brain damage. Although this was just an inference, he believed it firmly.
At that moment, a gentle breeze suddenly rose in the courtyard. The only large tree in the yard swayed gently with the wind, its leaves rustling down and scattering sparsely on the lush green lawn beneath the tree, making a faint 'shasha' sound.
Mamoru jumped off the veranda, stepped barefoot across the fine sand, walked under the tree, and looked down at the scattered leaves. He leaned over to pick up a fallen leaf, held it between his fingers to study it for a moment, then raised his hand and let go, letting the leaf flutter down.
A small, tender hand steadily reached out to meet it. However, at the very moment the leaf was about to touch his palm, an incredible scene occurred. About one centimeter from his palm, the leaf suddenly came to a halt. It remained static in mid-air, with only a slight, imperceptible tremor, as if time had frozen there.
This is one of the abilities of Limitless—it's neutral form 'Infinity'.
Mamoru injected Chakra into the technique, constructing 'Infinity' between his palm and the falling leaf—interfering with matter at the atomic level, dominating space, and turning the convergent infinite series of the 'Achilles Paradox' into reality.
This tiny distance was folded and compressed endlessly. The closer it got, the more the speed trended toward a standstill, and time approached eternity. Though only a hair's breadth away, it could never be reached.
The leaf was suspended for less than ten seconds before it finally fell into his palm. He clenched the leaf tightly, then let go, allowing it to break and drift away. Then he shook his head, trying to focus his somewhat scattered spirit.
At this stage, maintaining Infinity for a long time was still a great burden for him, and his mental capacity could hardly support it.
Once the Six Eyes were activated, everything around him would turn into a surging flow of information that constantly poured into his mind until he deactivated them. He was still unable to skillfully filter or block useless information and could only accept it all, which was the main reason why he was so prone to brain fatigue.
Of course, his young body was also a factor. But as he grew older and his body developed, this problem should gradually improve.
Infinity requires no hand seals. While it is active, no harmful attack can get close. But currently, without excessive self-harm, he can only maintain it for about a minute at most.
As for the Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue...
The essence of Blue is to channel Chakra into Limitless to create a powerful attraction centered on 'Blue'. Its maximum output can approach negative Infinity, forming something akin to a miniature black hole.
That patch of earth in the courtyard that was flipped over, about a meter in diameter, was the masterpiece left by his first attempt to target the coordinates of Blue.
Although it was only an attempt, he could already vaguely see many problems with this technique.
It's extremely difficult to target when released, consumes a massive amount of mental energy, and is hard to lock onto high-speed moving enemies.
But it's not without its merits. Its freely controlled area-of-effect destructive power and excellent restraining effect make it a very useful skill for defensive counterattacks.
As for the Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, what kind of thing is that? He has no idea how to use it at all.
Chakra lacks the concept of 'Reversal'. It only has nature transformation, so he cannot successfully use Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.
Fortunately, with the support of the Six Eyes, learning Ninjutsu in the future should be pretty easy.
And then there's learning Taijutsu, which is simple and crude.
Rock Lee's performance in the Chunin Exams had left a deep impression on him.
What man wouldn't want to be a Super Saiyan once? Even if it's a bootleg version...
Mamoru stopped the thoughts in his head and turned back into the house.
He climbed onto the veranda and stepped into the kitchen. Then he brought over a small round stool, stepped on it, and began to prepare breakfast.
Before long, he was sitting at the dining table, silently eating a simple breakfast.
To be honest, what he made didn't taste very good, but it was enough to fill his stomach.
He wanted to eat out every day, but his financial situation didn't allow it.
That old Hokage is incredibly stingy. Despite clearly seizing the Uchiha clan's vast fortune, he only provides the two orphans with a monthly subsidy that barely covers a meager meal. This little bit of money doesn't last at all, not to mention it's for two people's expenses.
In the eyes of the Konoha higher-ups, this money is probably enough for two children to survive. After all, there are so many orphans in the village, and no one on welfare has been seen starving to death.
Besides the house where the two brothers currently live, the nearby area that originally belonged to the Uchiha clan is about to be demolished and rebuilt. The once-prominent Uchiha clan has completely fallen into decline.
After the meal, Mamoru went up to the second floor and pushed open the bedroom door.
"Sasuke, are you not going to school today either?" He asked the figure huddled under the covers on the bed.
There was still no response.
Mamoru raised an eyebrow in displeasure and continued, "Breakfast is ready, remember to eat."
After saying that, he turned and left, complaining in his heart that kids were really a hassle.
He was an adult in mind, after all. He couldn't just leave things be. As for how the breakfast tasted, he didn't care—he had eaten it himself anyway.
Before going to school, he had one more thing to do.
He went before the two memorial tablets placed in the house—Fugaku and Mikoto—and respectfully lit a stick of incense.
Whatever the case, since he had taken over the body of their son, he had to fulfill his due responsibilities.
After finishing the worship, Mamoru organized his gear and pushed open the door to leave.
As the sound of the door closing echoed from downstairs, the figure on the bed finally poked his head out from under the quilt.
A few seconds later, Sasuke slowly sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed with a dazed expression, his face, exactly like Mamoru's, filled with exhaustion. His pitch-black eyes were momentarily out of focus, and he sat there blankly like a puppet that had lost its soul.
After a long time, he seemed to have figured something out. His fingers suddenly gripped the bedsheets, and his black eyes gradually regained focus—within them lay a gloom and hatred that should not belong to this age.