The two wooden tubes were filled with a special plant extract, each soaking a Three Tomoe Sharingan.
Kawadera Uchiha was in a good mood. If necessary, he could use these Three Tomoe to perform Izanagi himself.
Tobirama Senju said, "I'd really like to know—why are you so certain that I possess the secret formula for preserving Sharingan?"
"Reputation! Lord Second, that's your reputation," Kawadera Uchiha said. "Forget the Uchiha Clan's eyes—you've probably plucked out and studied even their eyelashes one by one, haven't you? I believe the person who understands the Uchiha best in this world isn't any of the clan's past patriarchs. It's you!"
Tobirama Senju was left speechless. This kid really did understand him.
In one of his secret bases, an entire wall was lined with Sharingan: unopened eyes, one-tomoe eyes, singles and pairs, two-tomoe eyes, the rare combination of one single and one triple-tomoe eye, as well as Three Tomoe eyes. He had every kind imaginable.
He had even wanted to cultivate a pair of Mangekyo, but unfortunately, he had died too suddenly and never got the chance to study them.
Tobirama Senju said, "I've already advanced you the reward for an S-rank mission—my sensory technique. Now I'm also giving you the formula for Sharingan cultivation fluid, which can be made from plant extract. The formula for the Sharingan cultivation fluid is equivalent to an A-rank mission. You now owe me one A-rank mission. I only obtained this formula after dissecting more than a dozen Uchiha."
"No problem, no problem. I'll owe you, then. I'll repay it as soon as I can."
Tobirama Senju asked, "What do you plan to do next?"
Kawadera Uchiha said, "The Uchiha Clan really isn't made up of good people. They use special missions to get rid of those who won't obey,