One had to fit in.
The Three Tomoe Uchiha in the tent activated their Sharingan and gathered in layer upon layer of circles, staring at the Sharingan in the test tube on the table.
Kawadera Uchiha hurriedly activated his own Three Tomoe Sharingan to fit in better.
The light around them seemed to turn several shades redder.
It was horrifying.
The Mist Ninja had actually implanted Sharingan into their own eyes.
There was a corpse on the ground. It belonged to that red-haired Mist Ninja.
Ishiya Uchiha was both grief-stricken and secretly pleased.
The test subjects implanted with Sharingan had all been heavily guarded by the Mist Ninja. This red-haired Mist Ninja in particular had been protected by three Hōzuki Jonin.
Yet he alone had recovered the Sharingan and brought back the corpse.
That was what strength meant.
Apart from the clan head and his son, the nineteen Three Tomoe Uchiha still had to rely on him, the head of the Intelligence Division, if they wanted intelligence.
"Ishiya, Kawadera, you did well."
Hearing the clan head's praise, Ishiya Uchiha said, "It was our duty. I hope the clan head will lead us in a fierce counterattack!"
Kawadera Uchiha played the role of an outraged youth. "Clan Head, Senior Ishiya, the Sharingan cannot be desecrated! Any outsider who covets the Sharingan should be flayed alive and have their eyes dug out!"
The others nodded one after another. Kawadera Uchiha was younger and more excitable, but he had said exactly what they all wanted to say.
When Jue Yamanaka entered the tent, he saw more than a dozen pairs of Three Tomoe Sharingan turn toward him in unison and stare at him, making his scalp tingle.
The little schadenfreude he had felt on the way over vanished without a trace.
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