The Price of the Mangekyō and the Solution

The immense power receded.

Minamoto Takuya dismissed the Perfect Susanoo that towered between heaven and earth. The oppressive presence from the void abruptly vanished, leaving only lingering ripples of unsettled energy in the air.

It was not that he did not crave this power that stood above all living beings. The might to move mountains and fill seas with a mere gesture was enough to make any powerhouse lose themselves in it.

Yet reason instantly pulled his mind back. This ultimate power was absolutely not something he could squander at will.

Every time the skeleton solidified, flesh covered it, armor formed over it, and it finally transformed into a Perfect Susanoo that stood tall against the sky, the ocular power of his Mangekyō Sharingan was being burned away at a frantic rate.

No matter how much ocular power he had, he could not simply activate it for fun whenever he felt like it.

The moment his toes touched solid ground, his vision suddenly blurred.

Minamoto Takuya's body swayed almost imperceptibly, and the world before his eyes seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of gauze.

This was the inevitable price of wielding the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

Even with his vast ocular power and Yin Release reserves, he could not escape the backlash that eroded his eyesight.

This was not a deficiency of power. It was more like a backlash imposed by the rules themselves.

Minamoto Takuya was not the least bit surprised by the sudden blur in his vision.

His thoughts inevitably drifted toward a legendary name: Madara Uchiha.

When that Shinobi World Asura awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan, could his ocular power have been insufficient to look down upon the world?

Could his spiritual will have been anything less than steel?

Yet even someone as overwhelmingly powerful