Is... is it there?
Cold sweat streamed down, dripping continuously from his chin. Hyuga Yukyō swallowed, his gaze fixed on a gap behind the kunai marking on the root.
Had he... left?
Then, several seconds later, his eyes shifted slightly, and his gaze suddenly turned behind him.
But there was nothing there. Other than the rustling rain, there was nothing around him.
After looking around repeatedly, Hyuga Yukyō finally confirmed that there truly was no one nearby.
Everything was so quiet, it seemed dead.
Just now... did he control my gaze?
Unable to stop himself from swallowing again, Hyuga Yukyō shakily stood up. The lingering shock in his eyes had yet to fade, still mixed with a trace of fear, but he froze.
Is that possible?
While I was conscious, he made me shift my gaze under his control...
Is that possible? Is that something the Sharingan can do? Hyuga Yukyō lowered his head slightly and looked at his faintly trembling hands.
This truly overturned everything he knew. If he had been caught in a genjutsu, trapped within an illusion, then having his body beyond his control—or controlled by the caster—would have been perfectly normal. There was nothing to question about that.
After all, the terrifying aspect of Sharingan genjutsu included controlling people through illusions. In fact, making someone's eyeballs move was not particularly difficult within a genjutsu; all it took was a psychological suggestion to "move the eyes."
It was not all that inconceivable.
But he was conscious now. He had not fallen into a genjutsu. He could even speak and think for himself, and his mind was clear. Under such circumstances, making his eyes move against his will could no longer be explained by a mere psychological suggestion to "move the eyes."
The implication was practically that this