Watching the Pidgey fall as its wings were pierced, Motomu's blood boiled with excitement.
"Go! Big Eyeball!"
The sickly Big Eyeball on the ground looked at the even more severely injured Pidgey and clearly perked up.
It spun around quickly and lunged forward.
[A WILD PIDGEY (LEVEL 3) HAS APPEARED]
[YOUR RIGHT EYE (LEVEL 2) INITIATED A PROVOCATION]
[RIGHT EYE (LEVEL 2) USED LEER!]
[IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!]
[WILD PIDGEY (LEVEL 3) WAS INTIMIDATED]
[RIGHT EYE (LEVEL 2) USED TACKLE!]
[PIDGEY HP: -5]
[VICTORY!]
[WILD PIDGEY DIED]
[RIGHT EYE EXP +23]
[RIGHT EYE LEVELED UP! IT SEEMS TO HAVE LEARNED SOMETHING NEW]
[1. CONFUSION 2. BITE]
[3. SLACK OFF 4. TELEPORT]
The moment the system notification rang out, Motomu pulled up the details for the four options.
[CONFUSION: GENERATES AN INVISIBLE FORCE EQUAL TO CURRENT SP. ATK × POKÉMON WEIGHT.]
[BITE: THE POKÉMON BITES THE TARGET WITH ITS LARGE MOUTH.]
[SLACK OFF: CONSUMES THREE HOURS TO RECOVER ONE-QUARTER OF MAXIMUM HP.]
[TELEPORT: INSTANTLY RECALLS THE POKÉMON.]
"Hiss!"
"These three... they're all god-tier skills!"
Motomu shifted his gaze toward Big Eyeball, who was currently busy 'desecrating the corpse' in revenge, and thought to himself that the little guy had finally done him proud.
Two Psychic-type moves, one Dark-type, and one Normal-type.
Among them, the Dark-type Bite was useless for his current situation, so Motomu excluded it first.
Slack Off and Teleport could both greatly increase a Pokémon's survivability!
Slack Off recovered HP, making it a powerful tool for endurance, while Teleport was a life-saving trump card for emergencies!
"I don't know when I'll get the chance to roll these again."
Faced with such temptation, Motomu knew he had to keep his priorities straight.
Though it was a pity to give up two chances to increase his margin for error, Motomu ultimately chose the offensive skill: Confusion.
[POKÉMON: ONE-TOMOE SHARINGAN]
[LEVEL: 3]
[TYPE: PSYCHIC/DARK]
[CURRENT EXP: 10/30]
[STATS: HP: 14 | ATK: 8 | DEF: 2 | SP. ATK: 12 | SP. DEF: 10 | SPD: 5]
[IVs: 22/31]
[EVs: 30/100]
[NATURE/ABILITY: BOLD]
[MOVES: TACKLE, LEER, CONFUSION]
[DESCRIPTION: WELL, AT LEAST IT CAN THROW PEBBLES AT PEOPLE NOW.]
A normal human eyeball weighed about 8 grams.
Motomu estimated that this Big Eyeball, having grown a size larger, weighed around 12 grams.
That meant...
Currently, Big Eyeball could use Confusion to lift objects with a maximum mass of 144 grams.
Roughly the weight of an egg or a deck of cards.
"Controlling large items like kunai or shuriken is out of the question."
"But what if it's just a single senbon?"
Instead of acting immediately, Uchiha Motomu, who had been a top student in his previous life, squatted down and began scribbling on the soft earth with his finger.
"Work-Energy Theorem: Fs = 1/2... and according to Newton's Second Law, it's easy to calculate..."
As he calculated, the distance and time required to accelerate a senbon to its target speed appeared clearly in his mind!
One hundred meters per second.
Theoretically, it would only take 0.7 seconds.
The acceleration process would take less than 40cm!
"And that's just the speed without any initial force from me. If I only use Confusion to change its direction..."
Motomu suddenly raised his hand, and a senbon flew straight out.
As Big Eyeball turned to stare and concentrated its attention...
An invisible force in the air acted upon the surface of the senbon once again.
In the dappled moonlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, a silver streak traced a graceful arc and, with a crisp thwack, embedded itself deeply into a nearby tree trunk.
Motomu reached out and held several falling leaves before his eyes.
He looked at the round holes in the center of the leaves, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
"The process might be a bit different, but this is definitely an attack released by consuming my chakra."
"Since I'm in the ninja world and it comes from my eyes..."
"It's called a Dōjutsu. People should be able to understand that."
"Probably?"
It was getting late.
Having obtained a trump card, Uchiha Motomu's worries about tomorrow finally dissipated a little.
He recalled Big Eyeball and recovered his senbon. Feeling a bit hungry, he turned and headed toward the clan compound.
The night was deep and quiet.
After bypassing the utility pole where Uchiha Itachi liked to perch, Motomu inserted his key into the lock and turned it.
"Huh?!"
"I didn't lock it... or is there a thief!"
With a creak, he easily pushed the door open.
Countless frantic thoughts raced through his mind.
Motomu tried to calm himself down.
However, at the thought of the marriage fund he had hidden under his bed being stolen, his eyes instantly turned red!
"Big brother, what took you so long?"
"I've used your rice cooker to reheat the braised pork Grandma made three times already!"
Suddenly hearing a voice, Motomu used his right Sharingan and glared toward Obito, who was sitting in the courtyard counting stars out of boredom.
"Holy crap!" x2
Obito shouted, "The Sharingan!"
Motomu snapped, "You scared the hell out of me."
The two of them fell silent.
"You first."
Motomu breathed a long sigh of relief, pulled up a stool, and sat across from Obito, who was still in a state of shock.
"Big brother Motomu, please, you have to teach me!"
Opening the steaming bowl of braised pork over rice, Motomu, who hadn't eaten dinner, almost shed a tear at the rich aroma.
"Awoo! So delicious!"
"Brother? Are you even listening to me?"
Ten minutes later.
Letting out a satisfied burp, Motomu patted his round belly.
"The Sharingan? It's all because you scared me."
"The door wasn't locked, so I thought someone had stolen my marriage fund."
"In my emotional state..."
"Well, it just awakened."
"For real?!"
Obito's small face was filled with question marks. However, since this was the first time he had heard someone explain the secret to awakening the eyes—and it was coming from his own cousin—the doubt on his face was gradually replaced by trust.
"So that's how it is! That's how you awaken it! Why didn't I think of that? Next time I'll go find Kakashi and Rin and try it..."
As if he had realized something, the look of epiphany on Obito's face slowly turned into one of joy.
Seeing Obito's foolish grin, Motomu turned his head away. As he packed the cleaned utensils back into the box, he casually mentioned:
"Are you... in love with that girl?"
The self-muttering beside his ear came to an abrupt halt.
Motomu looked up and saw that Obito's face was now flushed with bashfulness.
After thinking about it, he decided to continue.
As an older brother, it was perfectly normal to worry about his younger brother's puppy love.
Those White Zetsu subordinates of the evil furry-lover Uchiha Kemono probably—most likely—wouldn't pay too much attention.
Motomu couldn't say for sure, but he felt he should do something.
At the very least, he had to be worthy of all those meals Grandma kept feeding him.
"Nonsense! It—it's not like that!"
"Tell me the truth, kid!"
Looking at Motomu's serious expression, Obito subconsciously scratched his head sheepishly.
"She's just... just my type..."
His voice grew lower and lower, and his face grew redder and redder.