area51novel Chapter 414 Style 1 and Urashiki
Chapter 414 Style 1 and Urashiki
The basement of the Anbu headquarters is located beneath the Hokage Building.
Located deep within the base, the training grounds are spacious, with walls and floors made of reinforced special alloys, capable of withstanding the bombardment of regular ninjutsu at the Jonin level.
At this moment, the training ground was unusually quiet, with only the low hum of the ventilation system echoing in the empty space.
Sasuke, dressed in a black tight-fitting shorts and t-shirt, sat quietly on a cold metal chair on the sidelines.
The black outfit accentuated the young man's lean physique, but at this moment his back was slightly hunched, his hands hung at his knees, and his fingers unconsciously curled and relaxed.
His bangs hung down, obscuring his eyes and the expression on his face.
At this moment, Yamato, who had already removed his animal mask, stood in front of Sasuke, arms crossed, silently watching the silent boy.
Both of them were waiting for something.
Time passed silently, second by second.
Yamato neither urged nor questioned, but simply gazed at the boy in front of him with a slightly serious expression.
After all, Sasuke had been training with him and Kakashi for the past six years, so he was practically his disciple. Naturally, Yamato didn't want Sasuke to betray Konoha.
Shortly after, footsteps could be heard at the entrance to the training ground.
The footsteps sounded very casual, even a bit lazy and dragging.
"Oh dear... so taking a vacation is really just a pipe dream..." Accompanied by footsteps, a drawn-out voice, as if the speaker was perpetually sleepy, drifted in slowly.
Kakashi, with his hands in his pockets, strolled lazily into the training ground.
Yamato turned to the side and saw Kakashi. The serious expression on his face relaxed slightly, and he nodded slightly: "Kakashi-senpai, did the Third Hokage send you here?"
"What else?" Kakashi walked up and yawned widely.
"My wonderful vacation officially ended the moment the Anbu 'invited' me out of bed this morning to see the Hokage. Seriously, they promised me a few days of peace and quiet before the exams were over..."
He walked up to Sasuke and stopped, still complaining.
Kakashi lowered his head, his exposed right eye calmly looking at the boy who was still sitting in the chair and did not look up at him.
"I heard," Kakashi said, his voice as listless as ever.
"You awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan in the Forest of Death?"
The topic of the Sharingan broke the silence that Sasuke had been deliberately maintaining.
Sasuke's shoulders tensed slightly. He slowly raised his head, and beneath his bangs, his dark eyes met Kakashi's gaze.
There was wariness in his eyes, but also the arrogance that a young genius, having just gained power, could not completely conceal.
He didn't answer, but responded with his actions.
hum-
Sasuke's eyes turned crimson in an instant!
Three jet-black magatama slowly rotated on the scarlet background!
Compared to when it first evolved, these eyes seem more stable, and their pupil power is more concentrated.
"Although the process was somewhat tortuous," Sasuke said, his tone carrying a renewed sense of confidence.
"But these eyes already allow me to see... farther and farther..."
He didn't say anything more, but the unfinished words and the cold glint in his eyes revealed his inner determination.
With these eyes, Sasuke couldn't wait to face that guy, Kamiya, in the third exam!
This time, we'll definitely win!
Kakashi stared quietly at the three black tomoe in Sasuke's eyes, his face showing no surprise or approval, still with that lazy, indifferent look.
Their eyes met, and under Sasuke's slightly puzzled and subtly provocative gaze, Kakashi slowly raised his right hand, gently pinched the edge of the headband he wore diagonally on his forehead with two fingers, and then... little by little, lifted it up.
His headband had always completely covered his left eye, along with the scar that ran through his left eyebrow and left cheek.
Most of the ninjas in Konoha, including Sasuke, were already used to Kakashi's appearance.
However, during breaks, I sometimes wonder what Kakashi looks like under his headband and mask.
When the headband was lifted, the eye that had been hidden was fully exposed to the stark white light.
Sasuke was struck as if by lightning, and his whole body sprang up from the metal chair with a "whoosh"!
His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment.
Kakashi's left eye was a familiar scarlet color with three jet-black tomoe.
A Sharingan with three tomoe!
"You...you...how is this possible?!" Sasuke's voice changed with shock, almost a growl.
"Your eyes... how can you have Sharingan?! This is impossible! You're clearly not an Uchiha..."
He had been training with Kakashi and Yamato in the Anbu for six years, and had come into close contact with Kakashi countless times during missions and training, and had even witnessed his battles, but he had never... never seen this eye!
Kakashi never mentioned the existence of this eye!
Seeing Sasuke's shocked expression, Kakashi remained calm.
He gently pointed to his left eye with his finger.
"This eye." Kakashi's voice lowered.
"It was a 'gift' given to me by one of my...very important friends in the final moments of his life."
friend?
A gift?
Three-tomoe Sharingan?
How could the Uchiha clan possibly bestow such a precious bloodline limit, the Sharingan, which symbolizes power and clan honor, upon an outsider?
Sasuke's mind was in complete chaos.
In the family education and understanding he received from childhood, the Sharingan was the supreme treasure of the Uchiha clan, a symbol of bloodline, and must never be allowed to leave the clan!
There is no record in the clan history of a clansman giving away the Sharingan to an outsider!
Not to mention the three-tomoe jade!
Seeing the constantly shifting expression on Sasuke's face, Yamato spoke up at the opportune moment, his tone carrying a hint of respect for his senior and a faint smile: "Sasuke, haven't you always been curious about why Kakashi-senpai is called the 'Copy Ninja' in the ninja world? How do you think that title came about?"
Copy Ninja... Sharingan... Copy Ninjutsu!
Like another bolt of lightning striking his mind, Sasuke instantly understood!
Yes!
The Sharingan possesses various abilities such as perception, copying, and genjutsu, with "copying" being one of its signature abilities!
Kakashi is able to copy his opponent's ninjutsu after only one look, thanks to this Sharingan!
Although there is only one, the dynamic vision, chakra observation and copying abilities it grants are enough to bring about a qualitative leap in his combat capabilities!
All the clues connected instantly.
It turns out that... Kakashi, who has always guided him and whom he regards as a powerful Jonin, has one of the cornerstones of his power: the eyes of his own clansmen!
This information left Sasuke with mixed feelings.
Kakashi didn't give Sasuke any more time to process this information.
He lowered his hand, pulled his headband down again to cover his scarlet left eye, and resumed his usual lazy demeanor.
"Alright, that's enough chit-chat." Kakashi turned around and walked deeper into the training ground, casually waving to Sasuke with his back to him.
"Come with me. Over the next few days, I will give you some special training, focusing on advanced applications and techniques of the Sharingan, as well as... some 'risks' that you need to be aware of."
He didn't ask Sasuke why he went to see Shisui, didn't pursue the conflict from earlier that morning, and didn't even comment on or explain the obvious suspicion and anger in Sasuke's eyes.
But it was precisely this "not asking" and "normal" attitude that made Sasuke's tense nerves relax slightly.
The fact that neither Kakashi, the former captain of the Anbu, nor Yamato, the current captain, questioned his actions this morning in any way sends a clear signal.
This is the Hokage's attitude.
The higher-ups do not intend to investigate this matter further, or rather, they will primarily use appeasement tactics.
Sasuke silently followed Kakashi's footsteps, his heart beating steadily in his chest, while his mind raced.
"As expected..." he thought to himself, recalling the warning the mysterious one-armed man had given him during the illusion last night.
Just as that mysterious man said, Konoha, in order to appease me, the "orphan of the Uchiha," to keep me in check, and to prevent me from completely siding with the Land of Stars, will inevitably offer some "benefits" and "appeasement." Kakashi's guidance might be one of those things.
But then, an even stronger determination welled up in my heart.
"But this reassurance is only temporary; it's just another form of surveillance and manipulation! They won't really tell me the truth, they won't let me leave, and they certainly won't give me the power to threaten them! The three-tomoe Sharingan... isn't enough! Far from enough!"
After witnessing Shisui's Mangekyou Sharingan, experiencing its vast and boundless power, and learning that the man also possessed the Mangekyou Sharingan, Sasuke clearly realized just how vast the gap was between him and that man!
Having personally witnessed Gaara's terrifying power, he yearned even more for greater strength.
"I need greater power... I need the power of the Kaleidoscope!"
Only by possessing the Mangekyou Sharingan can one truly protect oneself in Konoha and break free from this suffocating cage!
His hands clenched quietly at his sides, his nails digging into his palms, causing a slight stinging pain, but it made his mind even clearer.
"Then... I can take my revenge on that man!"
"Only then...can I personally go to the Star Kingdom and find my mother!"
Ask for everything!
The crimson tomoe in the eyes of the determined young man slowly rotated, reflecting the seemingly lazy back of the silver-haired Jonin in front of him, and also reflecting a road destined to be full of thorns, but with no turning back.
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The Land of Rain, the Hidden Village of Rain.
The incessant rain seemed to be the eternal theme of this land, and the gray sky shrouded everything in dampness and oppression.
Deep within the village, beneath a large, unassuming factory bearing the sign "Regenerative Technology Biotechnology Co., Ltd.", lies a secret unknown to all.
The air here is filled with the strong smell of disinfectant.
Countless transparent tubes of varying thicknesses meandered throughout the room like blood vessels, connecting to a series of enormous cylindrical glass culture chambers.
The cabin was filled with a pale green nutrient solution, and naked, closed-eyed humanoid figures floated inside. There were men and women, and their faces were different, but they all showed an unnatural state of accelerated development. The outlines of muscles and bones were clearly visible under the skin, obviously due to the use of some kind of ripening technology.
Amado, wearing a white lab coat, with his hair neatly combed and wearing orange goggles, was standing in front of the central control console.
His expression was focused and calm. His hands, gloved with white gloves, tapped rapidly on the control panel, which was covered with complex buttons and screens, carefully recording the vital signs and genetic stability of the experimental subjects in each culture chamber.
Suddenly, the air around him rippled without warning, and space was torn open with a strange rift whose edges were black and red and constantly twisting.
A white figure stepped out from within.
The newcomer was tall and wore a white robe with a religious mystique. He had a shaved head, no eyebrows, a cold expression, and empty eyes, as if nothing in the world could stir his emotions.
It was Cixian.
Amado seemed to be used to this sudden spatial teleportation. He didn't even stop what he was doing. He just turned his head, glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and then naturally reached out and picked up a steaming mug from the control panel and handed it over.
"Coffee, freshly brewed."
Cixian took the mug, brought it to her lips, and took a small sip.
The scalding liquid had no effect on him. His gaze swept over the flashing data on the control panel and finally landed on the humanoid figures in the incubation chambers.
"I have completely transferred to you the theoretical core and basic framework of cloning technology."
"The rest is to rely on the materials and technology available on this planet to improve the specific processes and iterate the equipment."
"How's the progress?"
Amado adjusted his orange goggles, his eyes still fixed on the screen behind the lenses: "The cultivation of the basic clones is progressing smoothly; the integration of the life support system and the rapid growth technology is basically stable. However..."
He paused, then continued, "Most of the high-quality cell samples we currently have come from ordinary ninjas with mediocre skills."
"Even if it is successfully cloned, its individual strength will not have a very high ceiling. At most, it can reach the level of a special jonin, and it lacks growth potential."
"To acquire truly strategically valuable 'weapons,' we need superior 'raw materials.'"
He spun his chair around to face Jigen: "Taking advantage of the chaos in Amegakure last time, I managed to collect some valuable biological tissue samples."
"Including the cells of Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin, and Hanzo of the Salamander, the former leader of Amegakure."
Upon hearing these names, a fleeting, extremely subtle ripple seemed to appear in Cixian's empty eyes.
Jiraiya, a contractor of Mount Myōboku and one of the Legendary Sannin, possesses cells with the potential for natural energy and Sage Mode; Hanzo of the Salamander, once known as the "Demigod of the Shinobi World," is a valuable asset due to his resistance to toxins and his rich combat experience.
"Once the data from this batch of basic experimental subjects are completely stable and the cloning process has been thoroughly verified to be error-free," Amado continued explaining the production plan.