"Could it be that the bloodline had developed a break due to being passed down for too long, or that its concentration was insufficient? Just like how the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan required the Mangekyō Sharingan of two brothers?"
Orochimaru seemed to have thought of something and eagerly sought confirmation.
"Is that the reason, Lord Akira?!"
There was no fear of death in his eyes, only the excitement of scientific research.
He turned a deaf ear to everything around him.
His eyes held only Uchiha Akira.
"Stop with the damn research for now, Orochimaru. Itachi is about to die!"
Uchiha Shisui strode angrily up to Orochimaru. "Save him first!"
Orochimaru glanced at Itachi and waved a hand. "What's the rush? If he dies, Lord Akira and I can just revive him. Maybe Itachi will even be compatible with those eyes by then. He's the one refusing to give up, alright?"
Shisui: "..."
What a fucking beast.
You only care about research and have no humanity at all, huh?
"Give it up for now, Itachi. Forcibly fusing with the Tenseigan will only drain your body and might even give you a bloodline disease. There's no need to master the Tenseigan right this instant."
Uchiha Akira spoke, the corner of his mouth twitching despite himself.
He was fucking stubborn.
When it came to stubbornness, no one was more stubborn than Uchiha Itachi. In the original story, when he was ordered to wipe out his clan, he refused to tell anyone and stubbornly walked that dark road to the end.
But Akira understood that Itachi was doing this so he could help him better.
"Yes... Lord Akira."
Uchiha Itachi's body trembled as he removed the eyes and replaced them with his own Mangekyō Sharingan. After six days and six nights of this ordeal, he