"Phew... phew..."
The slightly chilly night wind howled past his ears. Beneath the black cloak, scarlet eyes slowly narrowed.
Was it an illusion? Why did it feel like everything had been going much more smoothly ever since I fused with the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan?
Looking down upon everything in this so-called hometown, the man in the black cloak, with his scarlet, sinister eyes, frowned slightly in confusion.
No! It was not an illusion!
But it was not because of luck that things had become easier. It was because of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan's powerful ocular strength, as well as the fact that he no longer had to fear his eyes being sealed.
Before, he had needed to use it sparingly. Now, he could use it as he pleased.
The Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan possessed stronger ocular power and greater utility, which was why things that had once seemed difficult had become simple.
Things had gone smoothly because of his own strength.
Thinking this, the man crouching atop the utility pole curled his lip disdainfully and cast the notion of luck from his mind.
Everything he had now was earned through his own efforts. He had obtained it through his own schemes and deals with other forces. It had nothing to do with luck.
Besides, how could something as elusive as luck be called strength?
"Hmm..."
Having dismissed luck as a factor, the man in the black cloak pondered for a moment. After glancing toward the Forbidden Jutsu Chamber, he took a scroll from his robes.
Just one final step remains! If I'm right, once I complete it, I won't need to stay in this organization anymore.
Even that man who calls himself "Madara" won't be able to restrain me any longer.
*I only joined this organization in the first place to