Without the time to spare for the system's prompt, all of Uchiha Chi's attention concentrated on the mirror.
In the dim view of the room, that pair of Sharingans was incomparably striking, scarlet and bewitching, looking a bit darker than the Sharingans of his other clansmen, much like soon-to-dry bloodstains, yet exuding a startling momentum.
Unconsciously, the three tomoes in his eyes quietly dissipated, replaced by a pair of bizarre patterns:
The scattered arcs like broken strings intertwined and reconstructed at the edges of the pupils, sketching out a broken sense of beauty deep within the blood-red eyes.
These pitch-black lines cleverly divided the space, bringing the seemingly messy pattern to a perfect balance, and all the lines ultimately converged deep within the ink-dyed pupils, resembling both the beginning of everything and the end of everything, mysterious and profound, as if just staring for a split second, the soul would fall into it forever.
"Amenotoyoshiki, Ame-no-Iwato..."
Uchiha Chi looked admiringly at the Sharingan in the mirror, naturally and smoothly chanting the name of his Mangekyō Dōjutsu, and for a moment, he couldn't find the same pattern in his mind.
Uchiha Chi pondered for a moment, quickly turned around to come to the desk, and rummaged through a stack of documents to find a quaint book.
This was a book that every Uchiha household possessed, just like the Uchiha genealogy, and it recorded relevant information about the Sharingan, including the patterns of all Mangekyō Sharingans that had ever appeared in history.
One page, two pages...
Uchiha Chi's scarlet pupils swept left and right, quickly flipping through this ancient book, making one-to-one comparisons with the patterns recorded on it, but flipping from the beginning to the end, he ultimately failed to find his own Mangekyō Sharingan.
He slowly closed the book, closed