Hell Viewing Technique

That night, as soon as Houka returned home, he found himself cornered!

Uchiha Obito lunged out from a dark corner with a fierce expression, grabbed Houka by the collar, and pinned him against the wall!

"Houka, you bastard, you're absolutely detestable!" Uchiha Obito growled through gritted teeth.

"..." Houka looked bewildered. "Did you forget to take your meds?"

"Huh?" Uchiha Obito's momentum faltered. "What?"

"Don't give up on your treatment." Houka patted his shoulder.

"Asshole, don't try to change the subject, Houka!" Uchiha Obito's temper flared up again.

"So, what exactly are you talking about?" Houka asked with a helpless look.

"It's about Rin!" Uchiha Obito roared. "She said she wants to learn medical ninjutsu from you!"

"Oh." Houka nodded. In the original story, Rin was indeed a Medical Ninja, so he affirmed, "That's a good thing. It's not great for a girl to be out there fighting and killing; isn't it better to be a Medical Ninja?"

"Is it? I think so too!" Uchiha Obito giggled, then his face turned fierce again as he shouted, "Don't change the subject, you jerk! Rin can learn medical ninjutsu, but she can't learn it from you!"

"Why?" Houka paused, then realized what was happening, his eyes immediately turning sorrowful. "I understand. Sigh, you know, I've been naturally gifted since childhood—irresistible to everyone, loved by all. From eighty-year-old grandmothers down to six-year-old lolis, I slay them all! But it's not my fault, I don't want to be like this. I just want to be a quiet, handsome man, but this glorious face of mine shines like a dreamlike aurora no matter how dark the corner I hide in. It's just so attractive..."

At this moment, Uchiha Obito was completely dumbfounded, his entire being in disarray.

"Do you... understand how I feel?" Houka asked with a mournful expression.

"You... you bastard! I'll fight you!" Uchiha Obito finally snapped out of it, feeling that his intelligence had been insulted by Houka, and he started howling as he lunged to fight him.

Bang!

Houka clapped his hands together, looked at Uchiha Obito, who was currently in freefall two meters away, and laughed: "Kid, you're still too green."

"Houka, you jerk, I will definitely defeat you!" Uchiha Obito scrambled up from the ground, not even a scratch on him.

"What's for dinner?" Houka turned and walked into his house.

Uchiha Obito immediately followed him, fawning: "Houka, let's have Kung Pao Chicken tonight. I've been tired all day and need to nourish my body."

"Nourish your big head!"

Late at night, the breeze was cool, and the leaves of the small tree in the backyard swayed with the wind, making a soft, rustling sound.

In the night sky, a huge full moon hung there, its moonlight bright and clear, falling on people's faces like a gentle, thin veil.

Houka walked into the small courtyard, recalling the events of the day.

During dinner, Houka had already learned from Uchiha Obito what happened after he left the Ninja Academy.

Mizuki, who had provoked public anger, had been transferred to another class by Teacher Takizawa, and Houka had been specifically praised by Teacher Takizawa for his timely treatment of Jingxia, which counted as a bit of a spotlight moment for him.

Then there was Might Duy, who agreed to teach Houka taijutsu. The time was set for early morning and evening, but since Might Duy had a mission tomorrow morning, the training would start from the following evening.

Finally, there was Tsunade.

That woman, even saying 'I will keep an eye on you'—heh, what a busybody, is she just that bored in her spare time?

Houka paced back and forth in the courtyard. The more he thought about it, the more he felt as if a pair of sharp, heroic eyes were watching him from the darkness, making him very uncomfortable.

"I really want to learn sensory ninjutsu."

Houka circled a few more times before heading inside.

In the pitch-black room, Houka lay on the tatami, curled up under his quilt.

He slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, everything under the dark quilt became clear; Houka could easily see the patterns on the fabric.

Although there was no mirror, Houka could feel the anomaly in his pupils. The evil ocular power seemed to be stirring, calling out to the darkness deep within his heart.

Single Tomoe Sharingan!

It had been nearly two months since he awakened it. He didn't know if it was because of his transmigration, but Houka's ocular power grew every day, and by now, it was quite considerable.

He even had an intuition that as long as he was stimulated, the Sharingan would inevitably evolve into a Double Tomoe!

However, Houka had always been hesitant.

"The Sharingan requires intense emotional stimulation to evolve continuously, but..."

Houka recalled the original story: Sasuke awakened his Single Tomoe Sharingan on the day of the clan massacre and remained stagnant afterward. But during a mission in the Land of Waves, when he saw Naruto being tortured by Haku's Ice Release to save him, his emotions were greatly stimulated, and the Sharingan appeared again. At that time, while his left eye was still a Single Tomoe, his right eye had already evolved into a Double Tomoe.

Then there was Uchiha Obito, who saw Rin die right in front of him, and his Double Tomoe Sharingan instantly surged to Mangekyou.

Like Sasuke, Obito's emotions were stimulated, but fortunately, the Naruto beside Sasuke didn't die, whereas Obito's Rin did!

"If the evolution of the Sharingan requires constantly putting the important people around me in life-threatening danger..."

If it were like Naruto, where there was a scare but no harm, that would be fine, but what if it were like Rin, where they just died?

Houka decided he couldn't accept that!

So, was there any other way to trigger intense emotional stimulation without putting the people he cared about in danger?

Houka blinked, the Single Tomoe in his eyes rotating slowly: "Hypnosis... that should work, right?"

Hypnotizing himself into a tragic world—like failing the college entrance exam, getting his chrysanthemum poked, being dripped with wax, or being flicked on the forehead by Teacher Takizawa all night... hiss, that would definitely provide a massive emotional stimulus!

So the question arises, how does one hypnotize oneself?

"Genjutsu!"

Houka's eyes lit up. He remembered that among the genjutsu scrolls left behind by his parents, there was one called the Hell Viewing Technique, which could make an opponent see the terrifying phenomena they least wanted to witness.

"What if I use the Hell Viewing Technique on myself..."

Houka narrowed his eyes, considering the feasibility of this.

Then, he slowly shook his head.

It was like a horror movie; if someone else showed it to you, you might be scared, but if you were the one who made the horror movie, no matter how terrifying it was, you would know in your heart that it was fake, and your emotions certainly wouldn't fluctuate much.

"Hmm, hypnotize myself, make myself lose subjective consciousness, and then use genjutsu to stimulate my emotions..."

This method actually seemed viable!

Houka slowly retracted the ocular power of his Sharingan, and soon, his eyes returned to normal as darkness once again shrouded the bedding.

He climbed out of bed, turned on the light, and then found that genjutsu scroll.

He had never learned hypnosis, let alone practiced genjutsu; no matter how perfect his thoughts were right now, they were just fantasies. Everything had to be put into action to succeed!

The four genjutsu in the scroll were all basic techniques, and the difficulty of learning them was not high.

Houka formed the hand seals, familiarized himself with them a few times until he had fully mastered them, and then, he cast the Hell Viewing Technique upon himself.