"I think I'm sick."
"...According to the data report, there's nothing wrong with your body."
"Then maybe it's..."
"It's not because you stepped in with your left foot today. Get lost. I won't see you out." The white-haired man made a shooing gesture at the person in front of him.
"Hey, wait. You're in such a hurry to chase me out. Could there be a problem with your testing methods?"
"..."
The white-haired man's mouth twitched. Taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, he said, "Let me make this clear for the last time! Your problem is mental! It's not your eyes, nose, mouth, ass, or any of the other random nonsense you keep bringing up!"
"If I could treat mental illness here, I'd have treated your entire clan already! Get dressed and get the hell out! Stop sneaking into my lab every day when you have nothing better to do!"
Ignoring the white-haired man's furious outburst, the black-haired man sat on the bed and thought for a moment before suddenly saying, "Since simply accumulating negative emotions isn't enough to awaken my Mangekyo, is there a way to compress those emotions and make them erupt instantly at the right moment?"
Hearing this, Tobirama immediately calmed down and seemed to consider the possibility. Yet less than a second later, he rejected the dangerous idea outright. "I advise you not to do that. No one can withstand that kind of emotional eruption. The result would either be suicide or madness. And if you truly intend to do it, then rather than face a powerful madman later, I'd rather kill you first."
"Me? Powerful?" Uchiha Gen pointed at himself and asked skeptically, "You mean someone who hasn't awakened the Mangekyo in twenty years since getting a Three-Tomoe Sharingan is strong? Did you