Night fell over the Hyuga Clan Compound.
Qingwu gently carried Guang back to her room and tucked her in. "This girl got carried away having fun. She must be exhausted."
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice onto the girl's tired but contented face. Traces of tears still clung to her lashes—a physical response to overusing her dojutsu.
A faint green chakra glowed at Qingwu's fingertips. He gently passed the Mystical Palm Technique over her temples, easing the headache caused by her excessive expenditure of chakra and ocular power.
"Rest well, little fool," Qingwu whispered, his voice filled with an older brother's affection. "Don't push yourself so hard next time. Your health is the foundation of everything."
"Hehe, Qingwu, hehe..." Guang unconsciously nuzzled her pillow in her sleep, a satisfied smile still on her lips.
"So cute."
Qingwu shook his head with a helpless chuckle.
The girl really had gone wild today, trying out almost every Mangekyo Sharingan dojutsu.
Although the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan would not cause blindness, the strain that power placed on the body was still not to be underestimated.
Returning to his Quiet Room, Qingwu sat down cross-legged.
His fingertips still retained the burning sensation left by analyzing the Mangekyo Sharingan dojutsu. Chakra slowly circulated through his pathways, engraving those precious technique patterns deep within his Sea of Consciousness, one by one.
As the final pattern was completed, the glow between his brows gradually faded, replaced by more than a dozen brilliant streams of light within his sea of consciousness—each representing a unique Mangekyo Sharingan ability.
"What an unexpected windfall." Qingwu opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.
These dojutsu, which had once struck terror into enemies at the mere mention of them, were now resources he could call upon at any time.
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