"You're kidding me, right?"
"I just took a nap, and now my eyes are open like this?"
Renya stared at the reflection in the mirror, unable to stop himself from exclaiming.
In the mirror, a pair of eerie scarlet eyes stared back at him in astonishment.
They were no longer the ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan, but an intricate pattern he had never seen before—three sharp black scythes spiraling and interlocking around his pupils, radiating a cold and overwhelming power.
When he woke up that morning, Renya had already noticed something strange happening in his body. Out of curiosity, he activated his Sharingan and stood before the mirror.
He merely guided his chakra instinctively—and the three tomoe transformed into the Mangekyō.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Renya poked the mirror in confusion, then reached up and touched his own eyes.
He blinked a few times. The dazzling scythe-like pattern was still there.
"Whoa..." He instinctively tried channeling ocular power, and a surge of unprecedented strength flooded his eyes. His vision sharpened beyond belief—he could even see the faint motes of dust drifting through the air.
"So this is the Mangekyō Sharingan..." Renya whispered softly.
The Mangekyō Sharingan was said to possess ocular power many times greater than that of the ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan.
Not to mention, it granted access to two unique ocular jutsu—and Susanoo.
Speaking of ocular jutsu...
Two distinct powers appeared in Renya's mind, each tied to one eye.
His left eye's ability was called [Inka]—it could instantly etch the intense emotions one had experienced, especially "pain" and "fear," into a target's consciousness, inflicting several times the normal mental trauma.
His right eye's ability was called [Hakuri]—wherever his gaze focused, he could forcibly "strip away" one of the target's attributes. This could include chakra, senses, memories, and even ninjutsu or kekkei genkai for a short duration.
The extent and duration of the stripping depended on Renya's ocular power consumption and the target's strength.
In short, he could theoretically even strip Uchiha Madara's Mangekyō Sharingan—but the chakra cost would be astronomical.
He might even go blind after one or two uses...
The stronger the power, the greater the price.
Even the Eternal Mangekyō had side effects, let alone a normal one like his.
Renya resolved not to use the Mangekyō Sharingan unless absolutely necessary.
Otherwise, what if he used it too much and went blind?
He wasn't about to start imitating Danzō and dig out other Uchiha's eyes, was he?
Hmm... actually, that didn't sound like such a bad idea.
After all, in the shinobi world, eyes could be swapped and used seamlessly—it was ridiculously convenient.
Hot-swappable hardware support.
As long as you had enough chakra, even the Rinnegan could be used.
"Not bad, I guess..." Renya frowned slightly. "But why did I awaken such abilities?"
Everyone knew the Sharingan reflected the user's heart, and the Mangekyō's powers were tied to the wielder's inner emotions and will.
He couldn't remember ever harboring feelings that deep...
"Wait a sec!" Renya suddenly recalled the dream he had last night and instinctively clutched his throbbing head.
It wasn't just last night's dream—scattered fragments of memory were surfacing too.
Memories that didn't belong to him...
In a desolate desert, a boy who looked exactly like Renya as a child curled up alone amidst endless sand.
As time passed, that boy grew older—but always remained alone.
Renya could almost feel that crushing loneliness firsthand, as if he had lived it himself.
To grow up alone in a barren wasteland... that kind of solitude could drive anyone insane.
And it wasn't just loneliness—countless other negative emotions surged into his mind.
Overwhelmed, Renya's face turned pale.
"Damn... no wonder my eyes awakened."
He didn't know the exact cause, but that feeling was unbearable.
Soon, new memory fragments flashed through his head—
"No matter what, I'll erase you completely!"
"You cursed Uchiha brat, I'll kill you with my own hands!"
"You old bastard! You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"
"Your existence threatens Renya's safety... I have no choice but to erase you from this world!"
"Thank you... old man..."
Renya's eyes widened blankly.
"Why is that old man fighting... another me?!" he muttered in confusion.
From their words, it sounded like the whole thing was somehow connected to him.
Before he could think more, a flood of memories surged again, pounding into his skull over and over.
Renya clutched his head in agony, curling up on the floor, his body trembling uncontrollably.
After what felt like an eternity, he slowly got up, his expression a tangled mess of emotions.
"So that's it..."
He had inherited all the memories of his second personality—including the scenes of Senju Tobirama experimenting on him.
Twenty years of being "adopted."
Six hundred times being drugged and dragged into a lab.
Renya stared at the milk bottle on the table, suddenly doubting life itself.
So that's why his body mutated so suddenly—it turned out to be the result of hundreds of human experiments by that certain someone.
That damn Senju Tobirama actually went so far as to inject him with Senju cells!
Even if the experiments hadn't harmed him and had instead strengthened his body, Renya still felt utterly disgusted.
It was like being sold off and then helping your buyer count the money...
Used as a lab rat at night, and a cook delivering meals during the day.
He was an idiot—clearly!
Cursed be that "righteous" Senju Tobirama!
He'd cooked for the man for twenty years for free—only to discover he'd been nothing more than a guinea pig.
Six hundred times. Six hundred damn times!
"Damn it! No wonder I always slept like a log after drinking his milk—it was laced with sleeping drugs!"
Furious, Renya slammed his palm on the table, shattering the milk bottle and splattering milk everywhere.
He'd always suspected the old man had some ulterior motive for making him drink milk—turns out he was right!
And he'd actually gotten addicted to it—he couldn't even sleep without it!
Turns out it was just drugged!
If he hadn't awakened the Mangekyō last night, he probably would've opened it today out of sheer rage!
"No way—I'm settling this with that old bastard!" Renya stormed out of his room, fuming.
"Old man! I can't believe you'd do something like this!"
"You tricked me!"
"I cooked for you for free all these years—and this is how you repay me?!"
Renya's shouts echoed through the corridor as he vented all his pent-up frustration.
...
Inside the study,
Senju Tobirama heard the commotion outside and sighed quietly.
It had finally come to this...
He, the wise and mighty Senju Tobirama, had finally been undone—by his own second personality.
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