"That old geezer!"
Sasuke gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred for Danzo.
So there was such a hidden story behind Shisui's tragedy!
What made him even angrier was that the old thief Danzo actually wanted to turn Yao into a tool; it was truly hateful.
Thinking that Yao could have really been controlled by Kotoamatsukami and turned into his dog...
Sasuke shuddered!
"Today... I was careless. I fell into Root's trap and almost dragged you down... I'm sorry!"
Sasuke apologized in a muffled voice.
"You know you were wrong?"
Yao glanced at him sideways: "Use your brain more next time!"
"Don't lose your soul the moment you hear the name Uchiha Itachi, losing even basic judgment!"
Sasuke pressed his lips together tightly, not refuting, allowing his brother to lecture him.
Growing up, Yao was much more mature than him and scolded him often.
Sasuke would always listen obediently!
Seeing him like this, Yao softened his tone slightly:
"You want to seek revenge on Itachi; I never said I would stop you!"
"That is your obsession, your path; you choose it yourself!"
"But, remember this for me, before achieving your goal, you must first ensure that you are still alive!"
"Don't fail to get revenge and die stupidly first! That would be a joke!"
"...I understand!"
Sasuke said in a muffled voice.
"Didn't you eat? Louder! I can't hear you!" Yao shouted.
"I understand!"
Sasuke raised his head, meeting Yao's gaze, and repeated loudly.
"That's more like it!"
Yao huffed lightly, turned around, and continued walking towards the clan district: "Let's go home first!"
Sasuke watched his brother's retreating figure and silently followed.
When the two returned to the Uchiha mansion, the sky had already darkened.
The light in the entryway was on, the warm yellow glow dispelling some of the coldness.
Karin had already made dinner, set it on the table, still steaming hot.
Seeing the brothers return, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Welcome back, dinner is ready!"
Since being kindly taken in by Yao, eating and living for free, Karin felt uneasy.
So she took the initiative to take on household chores like cleaning and cooking.
It added a touch of life to this empty mansion.
Sometimes you had to admit, a home really needed a woman.
"Thank you!"
...
After dinner, Sasuke put down his bowl and chopsticks, got up, and went out to his usual spot by the Naka River to train Chidori.
While Karin cleared the table, Yao returned to his bedroom on the second floor and closed the door, leaving him alone in the room.
Yao opened a scroll and released the seal, revealing two items.
A pale severed arm embedded with ten Sharingan.
And a small transparent bottle.
Inside, a Sharingan was soaked in transparent liquid; it was Uchiha Shisui's Mangekyō right eye.
Yao tapped his fingers lightly on the table, falling into deep thought.
As the son of the Uchiha patriarch, he undoubtedly possessed the purest Uchiha bloodline.
Theoretically.
He indeed had the potential to awaken the Sharingan, and even the Mangekyō.
But theory...
Was just theory after all!
He was already twelve years old!
In the history of the Uchiha clan, not awakening the Sharingan at this age...
Although not unheard of, it definitely couldn't be called talented.
More importantly.
Yao knew very well in his heart that having lived two lives, especially knowing the future direction of this world, his mindset was as steady as an old dog.
Intense mental stimulation!
Extreme love and hate!
These conventional methods of awakening the Sharingan or Mangekyō were too difficult for him; they were unlikely to work.
Asking him to awaken his eyes by witnessing the tragic death of a loved one like Sasuke?
Or awakening through extreme loss and regret like Obito?
Yao felt he couldn't do it.
Subconsciously, he even resisted those extreme, uncontrolled emotions.
So.
Relying on this path to awaken his eyes was probably hopeless in this lifetime.
Then.
To obtain the power of the Sharingan, only one path remained:
Transplant!
Transplant existing, powerful eyes onto himself!
With his pure Uchiha bloodline and the Sage's Body, Yao was confident he could master any Sharingan.
Including the Eternal Mangekyō!
But transplanting... meant gouging out his original eyes. Yao felt some unwillingness and hesitation in his heart.
What if?
What if in some future battle, under some extreme pressure, his own eyes suddenly awakened?
What if the Mangekyō pupil technique he awakened was unimaginably powerful?
Yao stared at Shisui's Mangekyō in the bottle, then looked at the ten three-tomoe Sharingan on the arm.
After a few minutes of silence.
Yao exhaled gently, his gaze becoming decisive again.
"Forget it!"
"With my current strength and mindset, the chance of stimulating an awakening through intense mental fluctuation is negligible!"
"Rather than betting on an uncertain future, it's better to grasp the certain power right in front of me and transplant directly!"
"Although I have to discard my original eyes, but... it's worth it!"
Since he decided to transplant, Yao didn't hesitate anymore.
But he didn't rashly touch Shisui's Mangekyō right eye.
He planned to test the waters with an ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan first, familiarizing himself with the process and his body's reaction.
Once everything was settled, he would transplant Uchiha Shisui's eye.
Yao took out sterilized surgical tools from his ninja pouch, picked a decent-looking Sharingan, and carefully removed it from Danzo's severed arm.
Next, Yao took off his clothes, exposing his forearm, and used a kunai to make an inch-long cut.
Then he placed the Sharingan into the wound, installing it.
The powerful self-healing ability of the Sage's Body began to take effect.
The muscles at the wound writhed, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just over ten seconds, the skin surface was restored to its original state.
Except for that eerie, evil three-tomoe Sharingan.
"Is that... it?"
Yao moved his left arm, feeling nothing unusual. The process was so smooth it left him a bit speechless.
In his previous life, an eye transplant was undoubtedly a complex surgery.
But in the Naruto world, it became simpler than plant grafting.
Just two simple steps: dig it out, put it in, done!
So the Naruto world... being jokingly called a world where everyone is a vegetable person by comic fans actually had some truth to it.
Plug and play.
Use immediately!
It was truly ridiculous!
Yao concentrated, carefully sensing this new eye on his arm.
Because it was simply embedded in the flesh and not connected to complex systems like the optic nerve or retina.
Therefore, this three-tomoe Sharingan didn't possess the function of "seeing"; it was purely a decoration...
Or rather, a special chakra organ accessory.
But when Yao tried injecting chakra into it, a realization suddenly rose in his heart.
Although it couldn't see.
This Sharingan possessed the most basic, most domineering ability:
Izanagi!
"Only able to activate Izanagi... this Sharingan essentially becomes a disposable consumable!"
"No wonder Danzo used this thing as a resurrection coin..."
Yao shook his head, somewhat understanding that old geezer Danzo now.
With successful experience, Yao became bolder.
Following the same method.
He found spots on his left arm to transplant two more ordinary Sharingan, and one on his right arm.
The process was equally smooth, with no rejection reactions, chakra conflicts, or other discomforts.
His arms now had a few extra special "tattoos." If one didn't look closely, they would think it was some strange curse mark.
Warm-up complete.
Time for the main course!
Yao went to the mirror and prepared to transplant a Sharingan into his left eye.
Transplanting onto an arm and transplanting into an eye socket were completely different concepts.
Yao first raised his right hand, aiming at his left eye socket.