vncnus Chapter 30: Shota's situation is much worse.
Chapter 30: Shota's situation is much worse.
"The psychotherapy surgery isn't over yet. Does Kazuhiko intend to help Shota continue to open his eyes?"
"It seems so."
"Does he have enough chakra? This genjutsu is quite powerful, isn't it?"
The Uchiha clan members in the observation room were discussing in hushed tones.
The Uchiha Jonin present were equally curious.
The genjutsu performed by Kazuhiko can be roughly guessed from the amplification hand seals and chakra trajectory; it is a B-rank genjutsu of the Uchiha clan.
Hypnotic hallucinations.
This level of genjutsu undoubtedly consumes chakra at the Jonin level.
And all the Uchiha Jonin present were three-tomoe wielders, so they could easily deduce that—
Kazuhiko made radical changes to his illusion magic.
The increased difficulty of illusion techniques also means that chakra consumption will increase.
Even with the amplification of the double-tomoe Sharingan, it's impossible to maintain genjutsu for an extended period.
In the operating room, Kazuhiko's chakra continued to flow, and there was no sign of chakra deficiency in his body.
"Chakra is not the key."
Yutaro squinted at Kazuhiko's rapidly rotating Sharingan with two tomoe.
The magatama is solid and symmetrical, as perfect as a work of art.
"Without high-intensity battles, even Chunin can maintain B-rank genjutsu for a long time with the help of soldier pills."
"As long as the Sharingan is activated, the chakra consumption required to perform genjutsu is easy for the Uchiha."
"The key is eye power!"
As a senior member of the Uchiha clan, no one understood the value of eye power better than Yutaro.
This is not something that can be refined into chakra, something that can be achieved through hard work and training.
Once an Uchiha awakens his Sharingan, the strength of his eye power is already fixed.
Why was Fugaku, the "Fierce Eye," able to overpower all others and become the clan leader, when they were both Jonin with three tomoe?
The answer is his exceptionally powerful pupils.
Even when using the Sharingan in battle, Fugaku's "fierce eye" is enough to defeat any three-tomoe Uchiha.
Uchiha Shisui was hailed as the "Number One Genius," and this is no exception.
Their Sharingan with three tomoe is superior to others.
For the Uchiha:
Eye power is an innate talent.
The Sharingan genjutsu that Kazuhiko has demonstrated so far is enough to prove how terrifyingly strong his eye power is.
"Kazuhiko's Sharingan reminds me of Shisui."
Yutaro seemed somewhat sentimental.
He looked at Eri and said admiringly:
"Kazuhiko is a late-blooming genius of our Uchiha clan!"
Eri smiled and said, "Third Elder, you flatter me."
Yutaro looked at Kazuhiko with a smile.
"I dare say: with these Sharingan, our Uchiha clan will definitely produce a new elite Jonin."
Upon hearing this, Shisui's eyes lit up.
He looked at Uchiha Kazuhiko with great anticipation.
An elite Jonin, already qualified to become a Hokage candidate!
Heyan, what have you been through these past few days?
……
In the illusion world, Shota's situation is rather dire.
The night wind howled as Shota and his tribesmen raced along the rugged mountain path.
How long have they been on the run?
Four days? Five days?
Shota couldn't remember anymore.
I only remember the words of advice that the father and son gave each other when they parted:
"Protect your people, take good care of your mother, and wait for me to come back."
"Stop for a moment," Mako suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse, "Take a break here."
Shota stood on the big tree at the back of the group, keeping watch.
Mako took two rice balls from the sealed scroll and handed them to Shota:
"Have something to eat."
The rice ball was cold, but it exuded the fresh aroma of finless porpoise meat.
This is Shota's favorite flavor. His mother would make it for him every time he returned from a mission since he was a child.
"Mom, you eat too."
Mako shook her head: "I'm not hungry yet."
Shota took a bite of the rice ball, and the familiar taste spread in his mouth.
He suddenly remembered when he was a child, the first time he graduated from the ninja academy, his mother also made this rice ball and said with a smile that he had "finally become a capable ninja."
At that time, his younger sister Meng was jumping around him.
"Boom! Boom!"
The distant, towering flames interrupted Shota's reverie.
"The pursuers have triggered a trap... Mother, take the people and set off immediately! I'll stay behind to set up more traps."
Shota devoured the rice ball and prepared to set up the explosive tag trap.
"Shota," Mako said, taking her son's hand, "let's draw lots."
"What?"
"There's no escaping this way; we'll draw lots to decide who will cover the rear."
Mako picked up two dry branches from the ground, broke them into one long and one short pieces, and held them in her hand.
Those with long visas continued to flee with their people, while those with short visas... stayed behind.
Her tone was calm, as if she were discussing whether the rice ball was delicious.
Shota's pupils shrank suddenly.
In just a few days, he has experienced too many separations and deaths.
His father, Yuta, was left to carry out the family line, his fate unknown. Is it finally his turn now?
He stretched his hand out to his mother, a relieved smile suddenly appearing on his face:
"Mom, I'll smoke first, no backing out."
Mako looked at her son's hands, which were covered with scars and calluses, marks left by years of holding hard objects.
She remembered when her son was little, his hands were still soft, and he would tug at her clothes and act spoiled.
"it is good."
Shota took action and drew a short draw.
"Looks like it's me."
He smiled:
"Thank goodness it's not Mom. Don't worry, I'm a capable ninja now, so don't fret about me. Go to Kumogakure and wait for me to come back."
He picked up another rice ball and began to eat it in large bites:
"It smells so good! Mom's finless porpoise rice balls are something I could never get enough of. I want to eat them again and again, so I will definitely go back..."
Mako spread her palms, revealing withered branches.
The wooden stick in her hand was shorter than the one Shota drew.
Shota lowered his head, staring blankly at the long slip of paper in his hand.
"I clearly see that this is the short one."
Mako smiled gently:
"Shota, a real man must keep his word. You can't go back on your promise."
"mom!"
"I'll tell you, and you'll listen."
Mako's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
"At times like this, it should be up to me, the mother, to make the decision."
"Your father may never return. You are the last man in this group. You must live, protect your clan, and ensure the Uchiha clan continues forever."
She stood up and handed over the sealing scroll.
"There are your favorite rice balls inside. If I don't come back, remember to eat well and don't be a picky eater like you were when you were little."
Mako walked into the depths of the dense forest, her shadow stretching long in the moonlight.
"Mom!" Shota tried to persuade her to stay.
"Hurry up and leave!"
Mako stopped walking, but did not turn around.
"Have you forgotten what your father said? Don't let us down!"
The next second, her figure disappeared into the darkness.
Tears welled up in Shota's eyes as he chased after his clansmen.
He cannot die yet; the Uchiha clan needs him to protect them.
Five days after being separated from their mother, the Uchiha's rearguard troops arrived at Kumogakure one after another.
Shota saw his father and mother again.
Mako lay quietly in Yuta's arms, as if she had fallen asleep, but her eyes were filled with tears—
It has no eyes.
……
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Note: Due to the author's error, there are errors in the background information about the spring.
[Correction: Shota's younger sister is Uchiha Moe, and Izumi is her classmate.]
The name has been changed, and the preceding text has been modified. This will not affect the reading experience, so please rest assured.
Finally: Thank you to the reader for pointing out the error. Luckily, it was discovered early and didn't affect the subsequent plot, otherwise it would have been a huge blunder.