A flood of information about this Ninjutsu rushed into Gentō's mind.
Gentō quickly grasped the structure of the new Ninjutsu.
Simply put, this Ninjutsu was quite similar to the Hyuga Clan's "Caged Bird": both used a technique formula that acted directly on the target to establish deep control.
Although Pakura had now surrendered her body to him, people's hearts could change.
To be safe, it was better to bring her completely under his control with the slave mark.
So Gentō pulled Pakura, who was tidying up the scene, into his arms.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Pakura let out a soft cry, then looked up at him with an embarrassed, angry glare.
"You... you want more?"
"Lie on the bed and open your mind!"
Pakura froze for a moment, but ultimately obeyed and lay flat.
Gentō then placed his hand on Pakura's smooth lower abdomen.
"Yin Seal: Slave Mark!"
Chakra flowed from his palm, slowly seeping into Pakura's body.
Fine red lines gradually appeared on the skin of her lower abdomen, finally converging into a heart-shaped mark.
Gentō briefly reached out with his senses and immediately felt Pakura's current emotions.
At that moment, she felt humiliation and embarrassed anger.
"What is this?"
Pakura looked at the mark that had suddenly appeared on her lower abdomen, feeling embarrassed and angry.
"This is a mark that controls you. As long as you obediently do what I say, it won't affect you."
Pakura pressed her lips together without a word.
Gentō gave a slight mental command.
Lightning release chakra instantly surged from the slave mark.
Pakura's body suddenly arched, and she collapsed facedown on the bed.
"Mmh!"
Lightning release chakra ran rampant through her body.
This was the slave mark's "punishment."
Only after a long while did she slowly push herself up against the edge of the bed, her whole body weak and aching, and glare at Gentō with hatred.
"You!"
Through the slave mark, Gentō immediately read her emotion: terror.
He smiled, then said:
"That was only the lowest level of punishment. Don't worry. As long as you obey me in everything from now on, I won't use it on you."
Pakura lowered her eyes and said nothing more.
She knew she had now fallen completely under Gentō's control.
From this moment onward, her fate was no longer her own.
Gentō paid her no further attention and took another faintly glowing card from inside his clothes.
[Kekkei Genkai Upgrade Card]
"Use."
The card in his hand slowly vanished.
The next second, a burning sensation welled up deep in his eyes.
His Sharingan manifested automatically. The three tomoe spun wildly, chasing and colliding with one another until, at one particular moment, they fused completely.
A new pattern slowly took shape in his pupils.
Mangekyō Sharingan!
A stabbing pain followed, as though thousands of steel needles had pierced his eyes.
Violent chakra fluctuations spread from his pupils throughout his body, washing through every inch of his chakra pathways and every piece of flesh.
His life energy and maximum chakra rose together, taking quite some time to settle.
Gentō closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the world was entirely different.
Complete knowledge of Susanoo naturally emerged in his mind.
In addition, two unique eye techniques were etched into his consciousness like instincts.
[Left eye: Yomi-no-Mikoto]
He carried an independent Yomi Space within himself.
Once he dragged an enemy inside, the space would continuously erode their body, severely suppressing their Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, and reaction speed.
That was his domain, his home ground.
[Right eye: Tokitsumori]
It turned time back five seconds, but only for himself.
Gentō stared at the names of these two eye techniques, his brow faintly furrowed.
There was no doubt that Space-Time Ninjutsu was immensely powerful.
Minato's Flying Thunder God and Obito's Kamui were both prime examples of Space-Time Ninjutsu, and both men had risen to prominence because of them.
The two eye techniques he had just awakened were likewise space-time techniques.
Yomi-no-Mikoto was a powerful Space-Time Ninjutsu.
As for Tokitsumori...
Although it was a mysterious time technique, it could only rewind five seconds and only affected him.
While it could prove unexpectedly useful in certain situations, its limitations were ultimately too great.
He sighed softly, then turned to his status panel:
[Host: Uchiha Gentō Kekkei genkai: Mangekyō Sharingan Chakra attributes: fire, lightning, yin Ninjutsu: Transformation Technique (E), Substitution Technique (E), Clone Technique (E), Body Flicker Technique (D), Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (C), Lightning Release: Earth Flow (C), Fire Release: Dust Hiding (C), Yin Release: Heart Divergence (S), Yin Seal: Slave Mark (S) Eye techniques: Susanoo, Yomi-no-Mikoto, Tokitsumori Remaining draws: 1]
As he stared at the last line, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
To test his idea, Gentō issued a direct mental command:
Draw!
At his thought, the familiar prize wheel appeared.
[D-rank reward: 40%, C-rank reward: 50%, B-rank reward: 10%]
The wheel spun a few times before slowly coming to a stop.
[Ding! Congratulations, host. You have received a D-rank reward: Special Explosive Tags ×10]
Looking at the Explosive Tags that had suddenly appeared in his hand, Gentō curled his lip.
My luck is terrible. I actually drew the lowest-tier D-rank reward.
After grumbling inwardly, Gentō did not dare waste any time and quickly activated his eye technique to test his theory.
"Tokitsumori!"
His Mangekyō rapidly consumed his dojutsu, and needle-like pain stabbed through his eye sockets.
But he had no time to pay attention to that and looked down at his palm.
The ten special Explosive Tags he had just drawn had all vanished into thin air.
He immediately switched back to the system panel:
[Remaining draws: 1]
It's back!
Gentō froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.
Even the system's data... can be rolled back five seconds?
What does that mean?
It meant he could draw again and again, rewind again and again, and endlessly farm rewards!
As long as he had enough dojutsu, he could draw infinitely until he got a reward he liked!
But he did not immediately draw again.
The current prize pool only went up to B-rank. It would be better to wait until his family prosperity increased and the prize pool upgraded, then use Tokitsumori to farm higher-tier rewards.
That would bring a true qualitative leap.
Next, only one thing remained: running for clan head.
Two days later.
Naka Shrine.
This was the sacred site passed down through generations of the Uchiha Clan. Construction had begun toward the end of the Warring States period, with the first clan head leading his clansmen in building it by hand.
At that time, Ninshu had only just been established, and the Uchiha had not yet joined Konoha. This shrine had served as the center of the entire clan's faith and spiritual solace.
Later, when Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju founded Konoha together, Naka Shrine had been relocated there as well.
The shrine was built entirely of dark timber. After decades of wind and rain, its color had grown even deeper and more somber.
A bronze bell bearing three tomoe hung at either end of the eaves, chiming faintly whenever the wind passed.
A wooden statue of the Sage of Six Paths stood enshrined at the center of the hall, gazing down upon all living beings with a compassionate expression.
On the stone platform before the statue rested a weathered stone tablet inscribed with ancient writing, said to be decipherable only with the Sharingan.
This was where the Uchiha gathered for clan meetings, honored their ancestors, and decided the fate of their entire clan.
Tonight, dozens of stone lanterns burned around the shrine.
Their flickering firelight illuminated the clan crest on the corridor pillars: a fan with a scarlet base.
There was still a quarter of an hour before the clan meeting began, but crowds had already gathered both inside and outside the shrine.
Gentō climbed the steps along the approach.
"Lord Gentō!"
"Gentō's here!"
Clansmen greeted him constantly along the way.
Some bowed, some waved, and others squeezed through the crowd with their children, just so the children could see the "hero who ended the war" with their own eyes.
Gentō nodded to each of them in acknowledgment.
He knew exactly where their enthusiasm came from.
Half a month earlier, he had led three hundred Uchiha clansmen into battle against Sunagakure.
Not only had every one of them returned alive, but each had also received four or five million ryō in spoils, enough for an ordinary ninja family to live comfortably.
In this era, a clan head who could win battles, make his comrades rich, and put real money into every household's hands was the clan head the people truly wanted.
Gentō stepped into the shrine's main hall.
The hall was brightly lit with candles, and the clan's Three Elders were already seated at its head.
The white-haired old man in the middle was Uchiha Zong Yan, the Grand Elder and the clan's most senior member.
Seeing Gentō enter, Zong Yan raised his hand and beckoned.
"Gentō, come to the front."
"Tonight, the next clan head will be chosen from between you and Fugaku."
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