"Hadn't the esteemed elder already destroyed Shisui's eyes? Heh heh heh..."
Orochimaru laughed, the mockery in his voice completely undisguised.
"You!?"
Utatane Koharu tried to lash out, but the words caught in her throat. Cold sweat soaked her back and dampened her clothes.
She was angry, yes, but more than that, she was shaken by what might have happened.
If Orochimaru hadn't produced another nutrient tank just now, the incident would have ended with her destroying Shisui's eyes.
And while she'd been swept up in the touching thought that she was sacrificing for the village, Orochimaru might well have been holding Shisui's real eyes all along, laughing at her foolishness behind her back.
Utatane Koharu wasn't afraid of making sacrifices. She was afraid of sacrifices being meaningless.
Once the shock passed, Koharu flew into a fresh rage, her emotions going full circle. She glared at Orochimaru, fire seeming to burn in her eyes.
That bastard had actually made a fool of her.
Orochimaru wasn't about to indulge the old woman. He smiled. "What's the matter? Was destroying one pair of Shisui's eyes not enough? Do you want another pair?"
"Don't worry. I've got plenty."
Orochimaru reached into the scroll inside his robe, pulled out two more small nutrient tanks, and set them on the table. After showing them off, he put them away again.
It left everyone wondering just how many pairs of eyes he had stashed in that scroll.
And were Shisui's eyes really among them?
After what had just happened, everyone present had their doubts.
At this point, arguing over the Mangekyō Sharingan had lost all meaning.
Even if Orochimaru brought out Shisui's genuine eyes and destroyed them in front of everyone, no one would believe him anymore.
Given Orochimaru's nature, he would never give up the power