The Sharingan Becomes Harder to Control

The Three-Legged Golden Crow remarked that his previous disciple had completed this training in three days, whereas Yashui had only taken a single day.

"Yashui, your training content for today is much the same as yesterday," the Three-Legged Golden Crow began. "Just like yesterday, you must make this rice wine boil."

"I already know how to do that," Yashui said, sitting on the ground to refine his chakra.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two feathers streaked past Yashui's face.

The Three-Legged Golden Crow looked at Yashui with annoyance. "Do not start getting cocky just because you performed well yesterday. You only managed to complete the training because of the Third Hokage's guidance!"

Yashui lowered his head; at that very moment, he had indeed felt a sense of pride and complacency creeping in.

"Furthermore, a disciple must listen to his master; you cannot start training before I have finished speaking," the Three-Legged Golden Crow continued. "What you must do today is also to make the rice wine boil. However, the difference is that you cannot spend a large amount of time refining chakra today. I want you to refine chakra and make the rice wine boil simultaneously."

"This..." Yashui felt this training was somewhat impossible. To achieve the goal set by the Three-Legged Golden Crow, his speed of refining chakra would have to keep pace with his speed of outputting it!

Yesterday, he had spent over ten minutes refining chakra just to bring the rice wine to a boil once. Today, he would have to refine that same amount of chakra in less than a minute.

To avoid taking the wrong path as he had yesterday, Yashui asked, "This training is meant to improve the speed of chakra refinement, right?"

"You catch on quickly." The Three-Legged Golden Crow lay back down. "This old one will sleep for a while. Call me when you can actually do it."

"Here is a hint: the fastest person to complete this training took half a month. This is not like the previous training; there are no shortcuts here. You must improve your strength through hard, honest work to succeed."

After hearing the Three-Legged Golden Crow's words, Yashui did not dare to slack off.

Yashui felt he was certainly not the most outstanding disciple the Three-Legged Golden Crow had ever taken. If the fastest person took half a month to complete this training, he might need twenty days, thirty days, or even longer.

Day after day, Yashui began his arduous path of cultivation.

The second training was far more difficult than the first. Everything felt as if he had returned to the very first day, where everything relied on brute force.

Naruto was right in the original story: there are no shortcuts on the path to becoming stronger. Yashui might have used a small trick for the first training, but the second required a head-on collision.

Just like that, three days passed.

On this day, while Yashui was training, his Sharingan activated once again without his permission.

"Kid, your gaze is annoying. Turn off your Sharingan." Even without looking at Yashui, the Three-Legged Golden Crow knew the Sharingan had been activated.

"I can't turn it off," Yashui replied.

Upon hearing Yashui's answer, the Three-Legged Golden Crow finally deigned to take a look at Yashui's Sharingan.

"There are two forces in your eyes that are not yours, and they are competing," the Three-Legged Golden Crow said, looking somewhat puzzled. "One of those forces... I seem to have seen it before..."

"What is that?" Yashui asked hurriedly. Yashui knew there were two forces within his body. One was his own, and the other belonged to the original Yashui.

But regarding a third force beyond those two, Yashui was clueless. Both last time and this time, the Three-Legged Golden Crow had indicated that there were three forces within Yashui's body.

"Master, what is the third force?" Yashui asked impatiently.

"No, it is nothing. It has no effect on you for now. Use up all your chakra as quickly as possible and stop the chakra supply to the Sharingan." The Three-Legged Golden Crow's gaze clearly told Yashui that he knew the origin of the third force.

Yashui felt that since the Three-Legged Golden Crow was willing to take him as a disciple, he would not sabotage him. He followed the Three-Legged Golden Crow's instructions and poured all his chakra into the rice wine.

Even after exhausting all his chakra, the Sharingan remained active.

Yashui panicked. All his chakra was depleted, yet the Sharingan was still operating. This meant the chakra driving these eyes did not come from him!

All this time, although he possessed the Sharingan, the one actually using it was not him! Yashui felt a chill run down his spine at the thought.

"Yashui, do you know what the strongest aspect of the Sharingan is?" At this tense moment, the Three-Legged Golden Crow began to ask such basic questions in a leisurely manner.

"Ill... Illusion?" Yashui answered weakly; he had no heart for these questions now.

"Indeed, but that is an incomparable ability possessed only by the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. You are currently only at the Two-Tomoe stage, so you have no bonuses in illusion or resistance to illusion." The Three-Legged Golden Crow chanted softly, "Genjutsu: Evening Ten Thousand Feathers!"

Yashui and the Three-Legged Golden Crow locked eyes, and he was instantly pulled into the Three-Legged Golden Crow's world of illusion.

In this illusory world, the sun was setting, and feathers resembling snow drifted from the sky.

Yashui wandered curiously through this world. Suddenly, a feather landed gently on his arm.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." The spot on Yashui's arm touched by the feather sounded as if it had been dropped into a deep fryer.

"Ah!!" Yashui hurriedly shook the feather off, but by the time he did, the scent of cooked meat was already wafting from that spot on his arm.

To avoid the feathers in the sky, Yashui traveled a long distance, hoping to find a place without them.

After walking for a long time, Yashui finally reached a place devoid of feathers. However, by this time, he had been starving for several days. If he did not eat, he feared he would die of hunger in this godforsaken place.

Finally, Yashui could no longer resist the scent of meat on his arm. He began to eat his own flesh. He consumed the area touched by the feather until he could see his own bone.

Having eaten his fill, he forgot the pain in his arm; he even felt that his own flesh was delicious.

Before long, Yashui was hungry again. Driven by hunger, he returned to the place where the feathers fell. This time, it was his other arm.

Then came his feet, his thighs, his abdominal muscles, his internal organs... In the end, there was nothing left of his body as he had eaten it all himself... and he fainted from hunger.

At the Hundred Bird Nest, the moment Yashui locked eyes with the Three-Legged Golden Crow, he collapsed.