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A sharp sword is honed from grinding, plum blossoms give off fragrance from bitter cold. It is impossible to see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Wuchen, who had suffered many misfortunes over the years, understood this truth more than anyone. Heaven would not drop pies for free; only diligent practice was the right path.
Even if pies did fall for free, those who could eat them would be the ones who were already prepared. His clear eyes, deep and bright, suddenly twisted. A neat five-pointed star pattern emerged within Wuchen's eye sockets, all the mysterious, orderly red lines connecting. It was Wuchen's five-pointed star-shaped Mangekyo Sharingan! The shape of everyone's Mangekyo Sharingan was different: Sasuke Uchiha's Six-Pointed Star, Itachi Uchiha's Great Pinwheel, Shisui Uchiha's Shuriken—without exception,
all were different. In addition, everyone's Sharingan abilities were also different. Aside from fixed Ninjutsu like Susanoo, there were also many almost god-like abilities. For example, Shisui Uchiha's strongest Genjutsu, Kotoamatsukami, this inconceivable technique currently seemed virtually unresolvable.
Once Kotoamatsukami was cast, one would be forced to submit, whether they wanted to or not! Wuchen's left or right eye naturally also possessed certain abilities; it was just that he hadn't discovered them yet. "Hoo~~" Taking a deep breath, Wuchen had no time to worry about the Mangekyo Sharingan at the moment, because he had carefully studied it on the very night after teaching Fugaku Uchiha a lesson.
From the palm of his hand, a dazzling golden radiance once again rose, as warm and smooth as jade, not at all like scorching light. Under the Mangekyo Sharingan, Wuchen's visual perception greatly enhanced, allowing him to clearly see the movement of light. Previously, many flowing substances in the air were invisible, but now he could effortlessly capture them. His other hand also reached out towards that ball of light. Wuchen's hands closed in, gently feeling the golden ball of light in between them. He didn't make a sound, his concentration was extremely high, and the gaze of his Mangekyo eyes never wavered. Perhaps due to the excessive concentration of his mind and spirit, Wuchen didn't even notice that his hair was drenched in sweat, and even the surrounding environment was affected. The air currents broke apart around Wuchen, diverting their path and unable to approach him. Wuchen tried to slowly separate his hands, his demeanor cautious and meticulous.
As the distance between his hands grew, the initial golden light orb gradually diminished, faintly revealing a straight, thick, golden long spear. The wider Wuchen separated his hands, the smaller the golden light orb would become, and the longer the golden spear tip would grow! "A weapon condensed and compressed from high-density light, it can probably pierce through anything!" With the Mangekyo Sharingan, observing the horrifying high-density light within, Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief, then chuckled with excitement. He instinctively caressed the spear body, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Although this move's coverage was not as wide as "Yata no Kagami," the high-density energy was not something the scattered "Yata no Kagami" could compare to. All in all, this novel move was like concentrating all the power of "Yata no Kagami" into a single point! "Tsk tsk, I really am a genius. This is at least equivalent to an S-rank Ninjutsu, right?" Looking at the high-density, glittering golden spear compressed from light in his hand, Wuchen was overjoyed for a moment. Although the principle of this move coincidentally aligned with Yata no Kagami, its true meaning was completely opposite: it concentrated scattered power, barely counting as a self-created technique.
Joy was joy, but Wuchen didn't get carried away. In comparison, a twelve-year-old Kakashi created an S-rank Ninjutsu like "Chidori"; compared to that, this was nothing. Even though Wuchen was only ten years old, he possessed the Mangekyo Sharingan and the Glimmer-Glimmer Fruit. Compared to a penniless Kakashi, he truly had no superiority. "Let's call it the Particle Gun." Remembering certain high-tech weapons from his previous life that combined speed and destruction, Wuchen's eyes lit up, and he immediately decided. "What a lame name." As soon as Wuchen's voice fell, Ling'er's crisp voice, full of disdain, rang out. Her words exuded nothing but contempt and scorn for Wuchen, saying the name sounded utterly crude. "Then you try it." Wuchen rolled his eyes and shouted impatiently, tossing the ball to Ling'er, striking a pose as if he were all ears. *If I can't do it, then you try!* "I—" Ling'er, who was about to speak, hesitated. The words on her lips were wisely withdrawn. Based on her understanding of Wuchen, no matter what, Wuchen would reject her proposal and then mercilessly ridicule and mock her.
Getting her suggestion rejected was one thing, but if she were also ridiculed by him, especially by Wuchen, it would be asking for trouble. "Let's just stick with Particle Gun. Anyway, you wouldn't approve of my suggestion, would you, Wuchen?" "I'M SO DAMN—" Wuchen's mouth twitched violently, his face flushing crimson, and he was so vexed he almost spat blood. He secretly praised Ling'er's wit. He had indeed planned to do exactly that! He had intended to reject Ling'er's proposal without thinking and then mercilessly mock her!! "If you're uncultured, don't speak in the future!" Wuchen, suppressing a belly full of rage with nowhere to vent, roared, red-faced. "Hmm?" Just then, several extremely unfamiliar presences suddenly appeared.
Wuchen's gaze abruptly flickered. He turned his head, revealing his crimson, eerie Mangekyo. Looking in Wuchen's direction, one could clearly see that several figures had unexpectedly appeared in the previously empty and quiet courtyard. Night had fallen, and it was pitch black, impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. But for Wuchen, who possessed the Mangekyo Sharingan, day and night were almost indistinguishable. Five figures. Wuchen could only barely recognize one of them: the Third Hokage, with his wrinkled, deadpan face, leisurely smoking a large pipe, wearing his Hokage cloak.