Chapter 7: This Is Not a Skirmish, It’s a Ninja World War
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"This is the legendary Sharingan, isn't it?" Jinghang held up a small transparent vial to the sunlight, examining it closely. Inside the vial, soaked in formalin solution, floated a pair of eyes with three tomoe encircling their pupils. The two eyeballs swayed slightly with Jinghang's movements, their mesmerizing crimson hue exuding an almost soul-stirring power.
"Yes, it belonged to someone named Kagami Uchiha. He tried to cast a genjutsu on Shamen, but Shamen was faster and gouged them out first. By the time I arrived, Shamen was gravely injured—his kidneys pierced—yet he clung tightly to these eyes, refusing to let go. Luckily, I had a collection vial with me, so they're relatively fresh. Want them? I could install them for you," Chiyo said casually.
"No rush, no rush. Just put them in cold storage for now. I haven't decided how to use them yet," Jinghang replied, handing the vial back to Chiyo.
As a transmigrator, Jinghang naturally understood the value of the Sharingan. It was undoubtedly a treasure, but he also knew how sinister it could be. Awakening the Sharingan, evolving it to the Mangekyō Sharingan, and then to the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan—each stage was more complicated than the last, often involving severed bonds and heart-wrenching sacrifices. It was mentally taxing, turning people into emotional wrecks. Sure, the abilities were incredibly powerful, culminating in the summoning of the Susanoo, but the durability of these powers was questionable. The eyes would eventually go blind with overuse. And finding a sibling with a Mangekyō Sharingan for an eye transplant? How convenient would that be?
Still, ever since he began learning ninjutsu, Jinghang had been pondering how to deal with the Uchiha clan in battle. The Susanoo didn't scare him—he had his own countermeasures, which he had tested on tailed beasts with great success. The real headache was genjutsu, his weakest area. He had no mastery over it at all! To compensate, he had undergone extensive anti-genjutsu training. However, the Uchiha clan's genjutsu was notoriously insidious and nearly impossible to guard against. Fortunately, after Madara Uchiha, that old schemer, faked his death and went into hiding, the Uchiha clan's talent pool had dried up. Currently, there didn't seem to be any notable figures among them. The only one with some reputation, Kagami Uchiha, had already been killed by Shamen. Jinghang had just been playing with his eyes moments ago. As for prodigies like Shisui, Obito, and Itachi, they wouldn't be born for decades. For now, the threat was minimal.
Reining in his wandering thoughts, Jinghang sat up straight and addressed Chiyo with a serious tone, "Chiyo-sama, there's something I need to discuss with you."