It's Only Natural

Even a Mangekyō Sharingan, without a dōjutsu suited to its wielder, could only be treated as a weapon to enhance combat power—and a highly draining double-edged sword at that. No wonder Orochimaru looked down on these secondhand goods.

In his eyes, the Mangekyō Sharingan was worth no more than that. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan mattered even less.

"Other people's things really are hard to use..."

Unlike his previously clear vision, Mizuki now felt that his dynamic vision had been enhanced to an utterly terrifying degree.

What took some getting used to was that his entire field of vision seemed veiled by a blood-colored gauze, revealing a faint red haze. It did not affect him much, but it was still uncomfortable.

No one would willingly wear a pair of tinted glasses all day just to look at the world.

"Can you use Kotoamatsukami?"

Orochimaru was quite interested.

"Transplanting one eye would have been enough. Yet you installed both Sharingan, greatly increasing the drain. Is that because you wanted to try other techniques, such as Susanoo?"

Mizuki neither confirmed nor denied it. He tried switching between the Mangekyō Sharingan and the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. With every change, the chakra consumption made his heart ache. The pressure inside his eye sockets also left him dizzy and muddled. If his mental strength had not been abnormally powerful, he might have blacked out long ago.

Although the problem of being unable to deactivate the Sharingan still remained, Mizuki was not like Hatake Kakashi. His chakra reserves were enough to sustain such consumption.

Orochimaru had guessed correctly. After transplanting both Mangekyō Sharingan, Mizuki wanted to see how Susanoo differed from Tailed Beast Transformation, Sage Mode, and his own Dreamplay. It would be best if he could draw some useful lessons from them.

Unlike any Susanoo color he had