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"BOOM!!!!" With a thunderous crash, Kisame slammed Samehada into the ground, his face contorted with frustration. "Damn it! This mission has failed!! And for the first time ever!!"
"Hmph," Sasori sneered coldly. "To be honest, I never wanted to team up with that Deidara in the first place. His so-called 'art' is an insult to the craft. If I'd had to endure him any longer, I might have killed him and turned him into a human puppet—then we'd need another replacement."
"There was no other choice," Itachi said, deactivating his Sharingan. His tone carried a faint trace of regret. "We were about to complete the mission when an enemy wielding the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan appeared. Capturing them unscathed was impossible."
"Tch!" Kisame grimaced, feeling waves of weakness wash over his body. The damage from Miao's genjutsu still hadn't fully healed, leaving him frustrated.
"Still, this matter needs to be reported to the organization," Itachi continued, his voice calm but laced with concern. "An enemy possessing the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan is not something the Akatsuki can ignore."
"Mm," both Sasori and Kisame nodded. They had witnessed firsthand the devastating power of Itachi's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan and understood just how formidable such a ninja could be.
Without further delay, the trio quickly departed the area. The commotion they caused might attract Rock ninjas, and while the Tsuchikage was currently cooperating with their organization, their alliance was purely transactional. Moreover, the Akatsuki couldn't afford to expose themselves to the wider shinobi world just yet.
Meanwhile, far away on the soaring clay bird, Deidara was devouring bowl after bowl of ramen. Miao had thoughtfully packed a bowl of ramen and a roasted fish for him. Deidara ate voraciously, as if trying to drown his anger and humiliation in food.
"Damn it!! I'll get my revenge!! Uchiha Itachi, and that mocking Hoshigaki Kisame!! When I perfect my art, I won't spare them!! Hmm!" Deidara mumbled through a mouthful of noodles, his words barely intelligible.
Miao, on the other hand, nibbled slowly on a stick of takoyaki, quietly watching the sun dip below the horizon. He sighed softly. "Another day has passed."
"Huh? What did you say, Miao?" Deidara turned to look at him, puzzled.
"It's nothing. Just marveling at how fast time flies. It feels like it was morning just moments ago, and now it's already dusk." Miao smiled faintly.
Just then, Miao's vision suddenly darkened, followed by a blur. The setting sun fractured into multiple mirages before his eyes.
The takoyaki slipped from his hand as Miao clutched his eyes tightly. "What's wrong, Miao?!" Deidara exclaimed, alarmed.
"It's nothing. Just... a bit uncomfortable," Miao replied evenly, though his eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion.
Deidara wasn't convinced. "Don't give me that half-hearted excuse. If I had to guess, this must be a side effect of using that Susanoo technique earlier. I don't know exactly how powerful it is, but judging by its sheer presence, it must be incredibly taxing on your eyes. There's no way using a technique like that wouldn't have consequences."
Miao looked at Deidara in surprise. He hadn't expected the brash, arrogant bomber to piece things together so quickly. Clearly, Deidara wasn't just hot-headed; he had a sharp mind beneath all the bravado.
"Tch!! Don't underestimate Deidara-sama!!" Deidara snapped, clearly reading Miao's thoughts.
"Heh." Miao chuckled lightly, then fell silent, gazing into the distance as he mulled over a decision.
Miao had awakened the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan at the age of nine—an unprecedented feat in Uchiha history. Normally, a child of that age would lack the necessary chakra reserves and mental fortitude to achieve such a milestone. However, Miao's unique circumstances set him apart.
As a reincarnated individual, his spiritual energy was exceptionally strong. Coupled with his Uzumaki lineage, which granted him vast chakra reserves, Miao had achieved chakra levels equivalent to a mid-rank ninja by the age of nine. This miraculous combination allowed him to awaken the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan at such a young age.
However, every use of the Eternal Mangekyo came at a cost. Over time, the strain on the eyes grew worse. Five years had passed since Miao first activated his Eternal Mangekyo. Though he hadn't used it excessively during that period, the cumulative toll was significant. Now, the curse of the Mangekyo was beginning to manifest—his vision was becoming blurred and distorted.
"Do I really have to transplant Father's eyes?" Miao thought, torn between logic and emotion. He didn't know precisely how powerful the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan would become after transplantation, but emotionally, he resisted the idea of taking his father's eyes. The procedure itself carried immense risks; failure could result in catastrophic damage to his own vision.
He recalled his father's explanation about the Uchiha clan's theories regarding the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. The closer the blood relation, the higher the success rate of transplantation. Siblings offered the highest probability, followed by parents, and then more distant relatives.
But even knowing this, Miao hesitated. Could he bring himself to take his father's eyes?