In This World, Why Are Six Eyes Sold in Bulk?

Meitou and Yetou were thrown by the roadside with their hands tied behind their backs, leaning against a half-broken cedar tree; Tatsu had long since confiscated their chains.

Kakashi stood before the two, tilting his head to examine the Mist Village headbands on their faces.

"Mist Village missing-nin." Kakashi's tone remained as languid as ever. "Who are you working for?"

Meitou spat out a mouthful of blood and turned his head away.

"You think we'd talk?"

Yetou let out a cold sneer.

"We've undergone professional training. No matter what methods you use, you won't pry a single word out of us."

Kakashi sighed and reached up to scratch the back of his head. Interrogation was certainly not his area of expertise.

"Sakura." Kakashi turned his head.

"Do you know any interrogation techniques? You studied medical ninjutsu under Tsunade, so you should have something that could come in handy."

"Are you talking about the ability to strike the meridians to induce pain, Sensei?" Sakura shook her head.

"Tsunade asked if I wanted to learn it, but I felt I wasn't proficient enough with what she had already taught me, so I put it off."

"I'm starting to regret that now," Sakura added honestly.

"Well, that can't be helped." Kakashi turned to look at the two Root members standing nearby.

"Tatsu, Mi, Root should have training in interrogation, right? Do you know how?"

Tatsu, wearing a fox mask, turned his head and exchanged a glance with Mi, who wore a badger mask.

Then Tatsu turned back, his voice muffled by the mask: "Kakashi-senpai, we are from the Reconnaissance Squad."

Mi took over, continuing: "Interrogation is the job of the Intelligence Squad. We can track, perform counter-reconnaissance, map terrain, and place marks on targets, but interrogating prisoners is outside our area of expertise."

"Reconnaissance Squad, huh... Did Danzo really send you here to help Sasuke and the others?"

Tatsu and Mi did not respond.

Kakashi rubbed his forehead.

He looked at Sakura, then at the two Anbu, and finally, his gaze landed on Naruto, who was squatting by the roadside playing with pebbles.

Naruto jumped at the look and stood up abruptly. "Kakashi-sensei, you aren't going to make me do the questioning, are you?"

"Great! Watch me beat them to a pulp and make them spill everything!"

"Forget it."

Sasuke stepped out from the back of the group.

He stood before the two missing-nin and looked down at them.

"Let me try."

Kakashi turned his head, raising an eyebrow. He was just as proactive and eager as the Third Hokage had described.

"How do you plan to—"

He stopped mid-sentence, locking eyes with Sasuke.

Three black tomoe were slowly rotating within his red pupils.

Kakashi's left eye burned faintly beneath his headband; the familiar ocular power left him momentarily dazed.

He stared at Sasuke's Three-Tomoe Sharingan for a moment, then his eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Ah, so the Three-Tomoe has arrived."

Kakashi's tone was much the same as when they were discussing interrogation, but now it carried a hint of approval.

He didn't intend to ask how Sasuke had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

"Are you satisfied now?" Sasuke's tone was flat—a statement, not a question.

"I knew you had the Sharingan. I just didn't expect it to have reached this level already."

It was expected, yet faster than he had anticipated.

Kakashi pulled his hand from his pocket and waved it casually toward Meitou and Yetou.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

He turned around and patted Sakura and Naruto on the shoulders.

Sakura understood and stepped back. Naruto craned his neck, still wanting to watch the show.

"Come on, stop rubbernecking."

Kakashi pushed Naruto and Sakura a few dozen meters down the road, retreating behind a fallen dead tree.

Tatsu and Mi led Tazuna silently behind him, both consciously turning their backs to Sasuke and facing the woods to keep watch.

Sakura sat on the dead tree, her fingers subconsciously fiddling with the buckle of her ninja tool pouch.

Naruto sat beside her, pulled by his collar, still muttering about why he wasn't allowed to watch.

Only Sasuke and the two bound rogue ninjas remained under the cedar tree by the roadside.

Meitou leaned against the tree trunk, looking up at the three slowly rotating tomoe in Sasuke's eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed, yet he still put on a brave front.

"Three-Tomoe Sharingan? Who are you trying to scare? I told you, we've undergone specialized training; no genjutsu can make us—"

Yetou took over, his voice louder than before, as if trying to bolster his own courage.

"Right! No genjutsu works on us! We've practiced anti-hypnosis thousands of times alone."

Sasuke looked at them without a word.

Regarding the Sharingan, when he had scoured the Uchiha Clan records in the Konoha library, those fragmented notes had all mentioned the conditions for awakening the eyes.

Extreme emotional fluctuations—grief, rage, hatred—when these negative emotions impact the brain, they stimulate the awakening and evolution of the Sharingan.

Jujutsu sorcerers were never in short supply of negative emotions.

As he refined his Cursed Energy every day, his entire body was naturally saturated with such negative sentiments.

He certainly could not forget how his sister died at the hands of Sukuna, or how Gojo-sensei had been bisected.

With all these things churned together and stuffed into his mind, it would be abnormal if the Three-Tomoe Sharingan didn't open.

However, he still had no clue about the Mangekyō Sharingan.

The Uchiha records only contained sporadic notes, stating that the opening of the Mangekyō required even more extreme mental trauma.

But what exactly that trauma entailed remained unknown.

Still, there was no rush; the Sharingan itself was already useful enough.

Observing the flow of chakra meridians in ninjutsu and predicting the direction of an enemy's muscle exertion during combat—these abilities were too similar to the Six Eyes.

Although the Sharingan lacked the 360-degree ultra-wide field of vision of the Six Eyes, and did not possess the ability to drastically reduce Cursed Energy consumption.

But the Uchiha Clan's massive chakra reserves happened to compensate for that gap in efficiency.

The Six Eyes only allowed for one person in the entire world to possess them at a time, and in this generation, that was Gojo-sensei.

Yet in this world, something similar to the Six Eyes had actually become the Kekkei Genkai of an entire clan, effectively turning the Six Eyes into a wholesale commodity.

If there were a clan in the jujutsu world where everyone possessed the Six Eyes, could the Gojo Clan tolerate it? Wouldn't the Zenin Clan go insane?

They would likely tear each other to shreds.

Thus, the reason for the Uchiha Clan's annihilation was also self-evident.

Meitou and Yetou sensed something unusual in Sasuke's silence, but neither took it seriously.

What kind of tricks could a ten-year-old brat from Konoha possibly have?

Meitou grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth: "What do you know about interrogation, kid? You think you can make us talk just by casting a genjutsu?"

"We already told you, we've had professional training!"

Sasuke's gaze shifted from Meitou and fell back onto the dense shadow at his own feet.

"Then let's begin. Sharingan!"

As the words fell, he looked up, aiming his Three-Tomoe Sharingan at the two men.

Meitou and Yetou's bodies stiffened simultaneously, their pupils losing focus. Deep within their irises, three tomoe slowly rotated, and the blood vessels in the whites of their eyes expanded layer by layer.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves standing in a pitch-black domain.

There was no ground beneath their feet, no sky above their heads; everything in every direction was pure darkness.

Yetou's breathing grew rapid: "Th-this, what is this place?"

"Is this his genjutsu?" Meitou sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Looks scary, but it's nothing special. A brat is just a brat; he doesn't even know how to—"

Before his sentence could finish, light appeared ahead.

A man's figure walked slowly out of the darkness.

His upper body was bare, covered in large, intricate black tattoos.

He wore white hakama tied at the waist, his bare feet treading upon the void. With every step he took, the shadows beneath him buckled inward, sending out subtle ripples.

His short pink hair was combed back, revealing his entire face.

He had four eyes: two in the normal positions, and two slanted open at the corners of his eyes.

The corners of his mouth stretched wide, his smile revealing a full set of teeth, with canines longer than those of an ordinary person.

He then raised his right hand, two fingers pressed together, pointing the tips toward Meitou.

"Release."