In a Thousand Years, Perhaps the First Uchiha to Use the Sharingan to Help Others

"Rin, you're next."

Qingshui turned to meet Rin Nohara's gaze. "Are you ready?"

Rin Nohara looked at the magnificent crimson and dark tomoe in Qingshui's eyes. Though she did not know what he was about to do, and felt somewhat nervous inside, she still smiled and nodded. "I've been ready for a while, Qingshui-kun."

"Good..." Qingshui nodded, and his dojutsu gently entered her mind.

At that moment, the pattern of the Sharingan appeared in Rin Nohara's eyes as well!

Immersed in the Genjutsu, Rin Nohara was astonished to discover that her field of vision had synchronized with Qingshui's. Even when he activated the Mystical Palm Technique, the sensation of mobilizing Chakra was incomparably clear, as though she herself were the one controlling it.

Shisui's talent for Genjutsu, wielded in Qingshui's hands, made Rin Nohara's experience feel utterly real.

And Rin Nohara, so utterly focused, did not even realize that as Qingshui meticulously cleared the sickness from Might Duy's body, a faint green glow slowly lit up in her own hand.

Though it was very weak, it was undeniably the Mystical Palm Technique...

Seeing this, Hiruzen Sarutobi unconsciously took out his pipe, lit it, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "Good kid!"

"Those eyes that the world fears have become eyes of kindness in Qingshui's hands... Kagami, perhaps an Uchiha who surpasses even you is about to emerge..."

Looking at his old friend's outstanding descendant, Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed and thought of his own rebellious youngest son.

A belt beating had not accomplished any education at all. Instead, it had only stirred Asuma Sarutobi's rebellious streak. Not only had he refused to admit his mistake, he had even threatened to run away from home, to get far away from the hypocritical Hokage and Konoha!

"Sigh, Asuma, Asuma... why can't you learn from Qingshui?"

At that thought, a glimmer flashed through Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes. "That seems like a pretty good idea. Let me think about it some more..."

At the same time...

Tobirama Senju silently watched Qingshui's actions. If he smoked—or rather, if Qingshui's body had the conditions for it—he would have wanted to light one up just like Hiruzen Sarutobi.

What had he just seen?

The evil Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan had actually become a teaching tool, allowing a seven-year-old Ninja Academy student to learn the A-rank ninjutsu, the Mystical Palm Technique!

Of course, there were many factors layered together: Rin Nohara's talent for Medical Ninjutsu, compatible Chakra attributes, her trust in Qingshui, and more. But facts were facts.

Having already made a bet with Qingshui, Tobirama Senju had no intention of going back on his word.

Though breaking an agreement would not have placed any psychological burden on Tobirama Senju, when facing Qingshui, he sincerely did not want to do so.

"It's nothing more than teaching this brat a few ordinary ninjutsu. Besides, breaking one's word doesn't fit the Will of Fire either... Yes, that's it..."

That was what Tobirama Senju told himself, but an involuntary smile still appeared at the corner of his lips.

From Target of Confrontation Tobirama Senju, you have obtained Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!

The strange reward arrived, but Qingshui paid it no mind. Instead, he continued repairing Might Duy's body with utmost focus. Fine beads of sweat formed on the tip of his nose, yet the Chakra in his palms remained as steady as it had been from the start.

A man who worked so hard deserved Qingshui's respect, and was worth his effort.

Might Guy watched Qingshui treat his father nervously, his mouth dry as he hardly dared to breathe.

Rin Nohara remained immersed in the world of Genjutsu, earnestly taking in Qingshui's masterful use of the Mystical Palm Technique.

Shisui looked at Qingshui with admiration. At that moment, he felt that his brother was the one in Konoha who understood the Will of Fire best!

Meanwhile, Might Duy felt as though he were floating in the clouds.

The ailments he had once been able to endure only through sheer willpower were painstakingly rooted out by Qingshui. This man of iron fell into a deep sleep, even beginning to snore.

After a long while, Qingshui nodded and wiped away his sweat. "It worked..."

Might Guy immediately rushed over anxiously. "Qingshui, my father is all right now, isn't he?"

Before Qingshui could answer, Might Duy suddenly sprang up from the ground, spun seven hundred and twenty degrees in midair, and landed in an exceptionally bizarre and difficult pose, tears streaming down his face.

"My body has once again ignited with the youth of a Youth!"

"So powerful and vigorous—such powerful and vigorous youth!!"

Might Duy reveled in his reborn body. The relief of having the chronic ailments that had plagued him for decades vanish overnight was simply beyond words for a taijutsu ninja.

"Mr. Duy, you'll need to come to me regularly for follow-up examinations. High-intensity training isn't a problem, but your recovery and support need to keep up as well..."

Qingshui smiled as he watched Might Duy leap around excitedly and spoke slowly.

Might Duy froze. As an adult, how could he fail to understand what Qingshui meant?

But when he turned around, Qingshui was already checking over Might Guy. "You're quite sturdy, Guy. If anything comes up, come find me right away."

Might Duy's heart was filled with complicated emotions. He was a man unwilling to owe others, yet how could he possibly repay Qingshui's selfless kindness?

"Mr. Duy, I have a presumptuous request. I hope you'll consider it..."

Might Duy's heart stirred, and he immediately stated, "Please say it, Qingshui-kun. As long as it's something I can do!"

"You know, Mr. Duy, the Uchiha Clan has never welcomed outsiders coming and going, so it's difficult to find someone willing to serve as a guard for the estate..."

Qingshui smiled somewhat awkwardly. "As for the terms, all I can offer is food and lodging, with payment equivalent to the compensation for C-rank missions."

"However, if it's you and Guy-kun, I can also cover your training resources."

Might Duy froze, and his face reddened in a rare display of embarrassment.

For that brief moment, he even thought Qingshui might have learned his secret and wanted him to teach him the Eight Inner Gates Formation...

A fierce wave of guilt surged through his heart.

Meals and lodging included, training resources provided—and for a Genin like him, whom no one usually wanted to team up with and who could only get cat-finding or hard-labor missions, they were even willing to pay him the reward for a C-rank mission...

Hearing those terms, not only was Might Guy stunned, but even Shisui looked at his own brother strangely.

—Our family might be rich, but wasn't this a little too generous?

Back in the Warring States Period, even nobles raising death warriors would offer no more than this.

He was just a Genin. Even if he was the father of a friend, these terms were far too generous. Was this charity or something?

Might Duy stared at Qingshui. After a moment, as if he had made some decision deep within his heart, he nodded resolutely.

"Since it's Qingshui-kun's request, I, Might Duy, accept."

A moment later.

A beautiful blonde woman, her face flushed slightly from drink, watched from a short distance as Rin Nohara awoke from the Genjutsu and delightedly tried using the Mystical Palm Technique, while Qingshui beside her guided her through the finer details. She slowly rose and walked over.

"Interesting, Uchiha brat. Are you interested in Medical Ninjutsu?"

It hurt! It hurt so much! It was Monday again! Five more days until Saturday!