Borrowing Your Sharingan

Kenma and more than a dozen others stood atop the highest rooftop, looking down at the Marines in the square below.

From a distance, the figures looked like ants. Coats fluttered in the wind, and all he could see was a sea of white.

Every Uchiha had activated their Sharingan. Their exceptional vision allowed them to ignore the vast distance and see everything with perfect clarity.

They could even clearly see the cold sweat running down the Marines' faces and the tension between their brows.

The entire scene was steeped in solemnity, and even the air had become suffocatingly oppressive.

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The Giants they had encountered earlier stood in a line before the Execution Platform, weapons in hand.

The few memorable Shichibukai stood at the very front of the crescent-shaped bay.

If battle broke out, these five Shichibukai would be the first to face the enemy.

"They call them the Shichibukai, but it looks like only five have come."

"There's a woman among them. Is she also one of the Shichibukai?"

"Probably. But she's that beautiful, and she's actually a Pirate?"

"She really is beautiful."

The Uchihas looked over and indeed spotted a stunning woman, accompanied by a brightly colored Giant Serpent.

In terms of beauty, even after recalling everyone they had encountered in life and death, none of the Uchihas could think of anyone who compared to her.

Kenma sat on the eaves and looked into the distance. Without the Uchiha's Sharingan, he could not see nearly as clearly and could only make out a faint dot.

Still, from everyone's words, he guessed the woman's identity.

"She is a great Pirate known as the Empress. She is the king of the Country of Women and is called the world's most beautiful woman."

"The Empress?"

"The Country of Women?"

Hearing Kenma's introduction, the Uchihas exchanged glances. They had to admit that this world covered in oceans was truly extraordinary.

Though Kenma could not see clearly, he had his own methods.

"Shisui, lend me your Sharingan."

Shisui froze for a moment at Kenma's words, then nodded.

"Yes, Master."

With that, Shisui raised his index finger, middle finger, and thumb toward his own eyes.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Kenma immediately let out a furious shout.

Those three fingers stopped steadily before his eyes. Shisui withdrew his hand and looked at Kenma, only to see a strange expression on his face.

"Master..."

"I'm saying, Shisui, did you forget what my ability is?"

Kenma sighed inwardly. For some reason, Shisui's practiced motion just now made his heart ache a little.

What kind of problem is that?

Even if the Sharingan could be hot-swapped, he certainly could not.

Shisui suddenly understood, his face flushing with embarrassed shame.

"Master... this was Shisui's mistake."

His habits from when he was alive were too deeply ingrained. He had failed to react in time and forgotten that his Master's Zanpakuto could use a portion of the abilities of its Contractors.

Kenma did not dwell on it and said softly, "I will make a request of you. You only need to agree with all your heart."

"As you command."

In Shisui's vision, something like a thread suddenly extended from his chest. At its other end was the Zanpakuto in Kenma's hand.

At that moment, panic suddenly rose in Shisui's heart. An irrefutable will descended upon his soul, faintly carrying an overbearing force.

How could he not recognize it? It was his Master's will.

Forcefully suppressing that nearly instinctive reaction, Shisui nodded repeatedly in his heart and agreed to let that will take whatever it wished.

Then Shisui's vision suddenly went black, and he instantly lost all sight, unable to see even a trace of light.

Meanwhile, Kenma's eyes had turned into scarlet Sharingan. A windmill-like blade slowly rotated within them.

"Master, this..."

The Mangekyo in Fugaku's eyes immediately flared. He carefully examined Kenma's blood-red eyes, then looked at Shisui, whose eyes had lost all focus. Shock flooded his face.

The other Uchihas were also watching Kenma's situation closely.

Though they had heard the conversation between Kenma and Shisui, witnessing it for themselves still left every one of them as incredulous as Fugaku.

When they first signed the contract, they had been told that their power could be borrowed. Yet they had never expected that even eyes rooted in their bloodline could be borrowed.

"These are physical organs."

"Even something like this can be done..."

"Such supreme power truly befits Master."

At that moment, panic and excitement mingled on the Uchihas' faces, creating an exceptionally complicated expression.

On one hand, the ability their clan took such pride in could be taken away so easily, and they could not help feeling unsettled.

On the other, the Master they followed possessed such immense power, making them respect him even more.

The Uchiha Clan had always possessed a peculiar tolerance toward the strong.

"Do not panic."

Kenma looked around and felt as though the world before his eyes had become entirely new. Everything had become incomparably clear—almost too clear.

The clouds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and the dust swept up over the bay all entered his sight without missing a single detail.

Even from so far away, he could see the feathers on Donquixote Doflamingo's coat, the patterns on Hawkeye's blade, and the strands of Empress Hancock's hair.

She truly possessed extraordinary beauty.

At least, in Kenma's brief two lifetimes, he had never met anyone so beautiful.

Even Yoruichi and the captain of the Fourth Division fell slightly short.

"As expected of the Sharingan. Its long-range vision alone is immensely valuable."

And this was merely the Sharingan's basic ability.

Fortunately, the entire Uchiha Clan now belonged to him.

In truth, Kenma's Zanpakuto could seize another person's abilities even without their consent.

However, the Uchiha Clan would surely become his capable subordinates, and Shisui was especially outstanding among them. Kenma did not wish to make their relationship distant, so he had chosen to ask first as a sign of respect.

Shisui looked over with vacant eyes, his face filled with deep concern and anxiety. "Master, do you feel any discomfort?"

"Not for now. Do not worry. I actually feel quite good."

Seeing Shisui's reaction, Kenma's heart softened.

Though he had suddenly been plunged into darkness, Shisui's first concern had been for Kenma.

Shisui truly was wonderful. His personality was like that of an angel.

That attitude alone already made Kenma feel that it had been more than worth it.

He had made an absolute killing.

After reassuring Shisui, Kenma observed the environment below through Shisui's eyes.

From the Marines' tension, he could practically feel the oppressive atmosphere of the coming war firsthand.

"Dark clouds pressed over the city; the storm was about to come."

Seeing that Kenma was fine, Fugaku could not help letting out a breath of relief.

"Master, the Marines have gathered so many elites. Will Whitebeard truly come?"

"Will he truly go to war head-on against Marines prepared for battle just to save one crew member?"

Kenma nodded heavily. "He will!"

"Because he is Whitebeard!"

"Whitebeard will not abandon his companions, even if he must face the strongest force on these seas!"

Seeing Kenma's certainty, Fugaku naturally did not dare doubt him.

He lowered his eyes and bit his lip, an indescribably bitter ache gradually welling up inside him.

Even Pirates understood this principle. Why, then, had Konoha, the village they had protected all their lives... treated companions from the same village in such a way?

First Hizashi Hyuga, then the Uchiha Clan...

Konoha, the Third Hokage, and Danzo... had they truly fallen so far?