Transplanting the Sharingan

"This old bastard!"

Sasuke ground his teeth, his eyes brimming with loathing for Danzo.

So Shisui's tragedy had this hidden truth behind it!

What infuriated him even more was that Danzo, that old scoundrel, had also tried to turn Yo into a tool—utterly detestable.

The thought of Yo being controlled by Kotoamatsukami, becoming his dog...

Sasuke shuddered.

"Today... I was careless. I fell into Root's trap and nearly dragged you into it... Sorry!"

Sasuke muttered an apology.

"Know you were wrong?"

Yo shot him a sidelong glance: "Next time, remember to use your head a bit more!"

"Don't go losing your soul the moment you hear the name Uchiha Itachi, and lose even the most basic judgment!"

Sasuke pressed his lips together, offering no rebuttal, letting his elder brother scold him.

Since childhood, Yo had been far more mature than him, often reprimanding him.

Sasuke would always obediently listen!

Seeing him like this, Yo softened his tone slightly:

"If you want to take revenge on Itachi, I've never said I'd stop you!"

"That's your obsession, your path—your choice!"

"But remember this: before you achieve your goal, you have to make sure you're still alive!"

"Don't die stupidly before you've even gotten your revenge—that would be a real joke!"

"...I get it!"

Sasuke muttered.

"Didn't eat enough? Louder! I can't hear you!" Yo barked.

"I get it!"

Sasuke lifted his head, meeting Yo's gaze, and repeated loudly.

"That's more like it!"

Yo gave a light snort, turned around, and continued walking toward the clan compound: "Let's head home first!"

Sasuke watched his brother's back and silently followed.

By the time the two returned to the Uchiha mansion, the sky had already darkened.

The light at the entrance was on, its warm yellow glow dispelling some of the chill.

Karin had already made dinner, set out on the table, still steaming.

Seeing the brothers return, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Welcome back, dinner's ready!"

Ever since Yo kindly took her in, letting her eat and stay for free, Karin felt indebted.

So she voluntarily took over chores like cleaning and cooking.

It brought a bit of life to this empty mansion.

Sometimes you have to admit, a home really needs a woman.

"Thanks for the trouble!"

After dinner, Sasuke put down his chopsticks, got up, and headed out to his usual spot by the Naka River to practice Chidori.

Karin cleared the dishes, and Yo went up to his second-floor bedroom, closing the door behind him, leaving only himself in the room.

Yo unrolled a scroll, undid the seal, and two things appeared.

A pale severed arm, embedded with ten Sharingan.

And a small transparent bottle.

Inside, a single Sharingan was soaked in a clear medicinal solution—Uchiha Shisui's right Mangekyo eye.

Yo tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, lost in thought.

As the son of the Uchiha clan head, he undoubtedly possessed the purest Uchiha bloodline.

In theory.

He indeed had the potential to awaken the Sharingan, even the Mangekyo.

But theory...

Was ultimately just theory!

He was already twelve years old!

In the history of the Uchiha Clan, not having awakened the Sharingan by this age...

While not completely unheard of, it was absolutely not a sign of talent.

More importantly.

Yo knew in his own heart that, having lived two lives, especially knowing the future course of this world, his mentality had long been as steady as an old dog.

Intense emotional stimulation!

Extreme love and hate!

These conventional methods for awakening the Sharingan, or even the Mangekyo, were far too difficult for him, hard to pull off.

Could he be like Sasuke, awakening his eyes by witnessing the brutal death of his loved ones?

Or like Obito, awakening through extreme loss and regret?

Yo asked himself and knew he couldn't do it.

Subconsciously, he even resisted that kind of extreme loss of control.

So.

Relying on this path to awaken his eyes—he probably had no hope in this lifetime.

Then.

There was only one road left to obtain the power of the Sharingan:

Transplantation!

Transplant a ready-made, powerful pair of eyes into his own body!

With his pure Uchiha bloodline and Sage Body, Yo had confidence he could control any Sharingan.

Including the Eternal Mangekyo!

But transplantation... meant gouging out his original eyes. Yo felt some reluctance and hesitation inside.

What if?

What if, in some future battle, under extreme pressure, his own eyes suddenly awakened?

What if the awakened Mangekyo's ocular ability was unimaginably powerful?

Yo stared at the bottle containing Shisui's Mangekyo, then looked at the ten Three Tomoe on his arm.

He was silent for a few minutes.

Yo let out a soft breath, his gaze turning resolute again.

"Forget it!"

"With my current strength and mentality, relying on intense emotional fluctuations to stimulate awakening is next to impossible!"

"Rather than gamble on an uncertain future, it's better to grasp the certain power right in front of me and transplant directly!"

"Even if I have to abandon my original eyes... it's worth it!"

Since he had decided to transplant, Yo didn't drag his feet.

But he didn't rashly touch Shisui's Mangekyo right eye.

He planned to first try his hand with an ordinary Three Tomoe Sharingan, get familiar with the process and his body's reaction.

Once everything was settled, then he would transplant Uchiha Shisui's eye.

Yo took sterilized surgical tools from his ninja tool pouch, picked out a decent-looking Sharingan, and carefully peeled it off Danzo's severed arm.

Then, Yo took off his clothes, revealing his forearm, and used a Kunai to cut a gash about an inch long.

He placed the Sharingan into the wound and inserted it.

The powerful self-healing ability of the Sage Body began to take effect.

The muscles at the wound squirmed, healing at a visible rate.

In just over ten seconds, the skin surface had returned to normal.

Along with that eerie, evil Three Tomoe Sharingan.

"That's... it?"

Yo moved his left arm, feeling no abnormality. The process went so smoothly it left him speechless.

In his past life, transplanting an eye would undoubtedly be a complicated surgery.

But in the world of Naruto, it was simpler than grafting a plant.

Just two simple steps: pop it out, pop it in, done!

So the Naruto world... jokingly called by fans the world of plant-people, had some truth to it after all.

Pop it out, pop it in.

Ready to use immediately!

That's just too absurd!

Yo focused his mind, carefully sensing the new eye embedded in his arm.

Because it was simply lodged in the flesh, not connected to complex systems like the optic nerve or retina.

This Three Tomoe Sharingan didn't have the ability to "see"—it was purely decorative...

Or rather, a special Chakra organ accessory.

But when Yo tried to inject Chakra into it, a sudden understanding rose in his heart.

Though it couldn't see.

This Sharingan possessed the most fundamental and overbearing ability:

Izanagi!

"It can only activate Izanagi, so this Sharingan is essentially a one-time consumable!"

"No wonder Danzo used this thing like a resurrection coin..."

Yo shook his head, starting to understand that old geezer Danzo.

With this successful experience, Yo grew a bit bolder.

He followed the same method.

He found spots on his left arm to transplant two more ordinary Sharingan, and one on his right arm as well.

The process went just as smoothly, with no rejection, Chakra conflict, or other discomfort.

Several special "tattoos" now adorned his arms—if you didn't look closely, you'd mistake them for some kind of strange curse mark.

Warm-up complete.

Time for the main course!

Yo stepped in front of the mirror and began transplanting a Sharingan into his left eye.

Transplanting to an arm and transplanting to an eye were two completely different concepts.

Yo first raised his right hand, aiming it at his own left eye socket.