The crimson eyes spoke louder than a thousand explanations. So when Shinji showed Tsunade his Mangekyō Sharingan, everyone in the Hokage Office secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As far as they were concerned, Shinji's willingness to admit it was the best possible outcome.
Unlike the others, who subtly avoided Shinji's gaze, Tsunade looked straight into the crimson eyes in his sockets and exclaimed, "It really is the Mangekyō Sharingan!"
In truth, the pattern in Shinji's eyes was the same as the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan in the nameless one's eyes. Compared to an ordinary Mangekyō Sharingan, it was more complex and intricate!
But the village knew little about the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. So when they saw a pattern clearly different from the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, they simply assumed it was the Mangekyō.
Shinji said slowly, "You must be wondering when I awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, right?"
Sure enough, curiosity showed on everyone's faces. Even the stern Third was no exception; they all looked at Shinji.
Having piqued their curiosity, Shinji continued, "I awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan on the night of the Night of the Massacre. But I was still young then, and gravely wounded, so I never dared reveal it!"
"What!?"
"The Night of the Massacre? You were only seven then, weren't you?"
"How is that possible?"
Everyone in the office cried out in shock.
At the age of seven, even awakening the Sharingan would have made someone a genuine genius, let alone awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan.
It was unheard of!
"So that's how it was..."
Tsunade suddenly understood.
As far as she was concerned, if Shinji wasn't lying and really had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan on the night of the massacre, then his long silence made sense.
After all, anyone would feel profoundly unsafe after their clan had been wiped