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Chapter 71: Bitter Harvest and Future Plans
"Ha… haha…"
The laughter started low in Akira's throat, then grew, echoing oddly in the sterile silence of the Kamui dimension. He looked down at the headless corpse and the maskless face frozen in perpetual shock. The laughter was one of release, of tension finally snapping after years of maneuvering in the shadow of this threat.
After a long moment, the laughter subsided into a deep, weary sigh. "Finally… a true divergence."
This was the most significant change he had wrought upon the world's grim tapestry. One of the chief architects of its suffering was gone, erased not by fate or prophecy, but by a calculated ambush in his own private heaven.
"One shadow lifted from the world," Akira murmured, a profound sense of grim satisfaction settling over him.
He moved with clinical efficiency. First, he retrieved a small preservation container from his gear. Bending over the severed head, he used a chakra-coated tool to carefully extract both eyes. Uchiha Obito possessed two eyes, but only the right held his unique Mangekyō Sharingan. The left was a generic Sharingan, likely kept as a spare for techniques like Izanagi. Caught utterly by surprise in his sanctum, Obito had no chance to use it.
Next, Akira performed a swift, practiced procedure on himself. He removed his own right eye—the three-tomoe Sharingan—and placed it into a second container. In its socket, he transplanted Obito's potent Mangekyō Sharingan. A brief flare of chakra and a wince of pain later, the connection was made.
He blinked, testing the new eye. "A shame," he muttered, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. "Without the cellular fusion of Hashirama Senju's DNA, I can't spam Kamui like he did." The eye was a powerful tool, but using its space-time abilities freely would now come at the dire cost of rapid, irreparable blindness. It was a weapon for critical moments, not a casual technique.
"It will have to be conserved. For the decisive moments."
His gaze returned to Obito's headless body. Half of this is composed of Hashirama's cells. A unique sample. Unsealing a large storage scroll, he carefully deposited the torso and limbs into it. The biological data it contained could be invaluable for the Shentian Biologics research team.
As for the head, he focused a pinpoint stream of high-intensity Fire Release chakra, reducing it to fine ash that dissipated into the dimensionless grey of the pocket space. No trace, no trophy.
With the immediate task complete, Akira sat on one of the low stone slabs, the gravity of his next objective settling upon him. Obito is dealt with. Now… I must find a way to awaken my own Mangekyō.
To achieve the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, he first needed a foundation—his own Mangekyō awakened through personal trauma and evolution. Simply transplanting another's eyes, like Obito's pair now resting in containers, would not suffice. They could only serve as fusion material later, much like Itachi's eyes had for Sasuke.
His research on the Naka Shrine tablet had been clear on this point. The tablet stated that the Eternal Mangekyō required merging with the eyes of "another," not necessarily a blood relative. Yet, history showed only two successful cases: Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Sasuke. Both were reincarnations of Indra, and both had taken the eyes of a close brother.
The key might not be kinship, Akira theorized, his mind analytical even here. The common denominator is Indra's Chakra. The tablet's instructions, though altered by Black Zetsu, wouldn't lie about the core mechanic—not if Zetsu's goal was the Rinnegan's eventual birth. He assumed the one attempting it would be Indra's inheritor.
For Akira, awakening the Eternal Mangekyō was a non-negotiable step on his path to survival and control. With that power, most of the threats looming over Konoha and himself would become manageable.
But first, my own Mangekyō. The problem was fundamental. The Sharingan evolved through extreme emotional stimulus—love, hate, grief, joy pushed to their breaking points. As a transplant, a man with memories of another world and a detached, survivalist mindset, he felt disconnected. The deaths of Minato and Kushina were tragic, but they didn't break him. He doubted any event in this world could trigger the profound, soul-rending catharsis required.
I cannot rely on chance or external tragedy. I must engineer the stimulus.
An idea, cold and precise, formed. The Spiritual Transformation Technique… it involves splitting and projecting the spirit. What if I could autonomously create a blank spiritual fragment? I could then inject it with a curated set of memories, a fabricated life, a scripted tragedy of sufficient depth and personal connection… and have it "experience" the trauma within a controlled, mental stage-play. The emotional feedback, though artificial in origin, would be real to that fragment of my consciousness. When reintegrated…
The plan was audacious, bordering on self-mutilation of the soul. Damage to the spiritual body was serious, but not necessarily permanent if the fragments were carefully reabsorbed. For the prize of the Mangekyō, it was a risk worth calculating.
But it must be done carefully, he cautioned himself. The Sharingan is the mirror of the soul. The specific ocular power gained upon awakening echoes the deepest thoughts, the core desire or trauma at the moment of evolution. The thought of awakening to something as blunt as Amaterasu or its derivative, Kagutsuchi, made him inwardly scoff. Amaterasu is pure area-denial. Against a prepared, armored foe, it's of limited use. And controlling the shape of black fire? A parlor trick in the late game.
He considered Tsukuyomi. Slightly more useful, but still… Manipulating the perception of time within an illusion… it's powerful, but its application feels narrow. Wasted potential if not used for accelerated training regimens.
He needed an ability that matched his strategic, long-term mindset. Something versatile, something with utility beyond direct destruction. The script for his spiritual fragment's tragedy would need to be crafted not just to cause pain, but to shape the kind of pain, to guide the awakening toward a power he could truly wield.
Sitting alone in the grey eternity of a dead man's dimension, Uchiha Akira began the meticulous work of plotting the perfect, personal nightmare to break a part of himself, all for the sake of a greater, clearer light.
(End of Chapter)
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