Qiancao

Before this moment, Uchiha Chigusa had only ever understood the concept of hatred through literature.

Born in an ordinary, small city, he had always been the obedient, well-behaved child in the eyes of his parents and relatives.

The only time he was ever disciplined by his parents was when he stole money from home to buy a genuine copy of a video game.

His life had been smooth sailing; no matter how great the difficulty, it would always inexplicably resolve itself after a good night's sleep.

Even after transmigrating and being trapped in an Uchiha prison cell, he hadn't suffered any real abuse.

Because of this, Chigusa always harbored a sense of luck, feeling that he didn't need to work too hard, as all problems would eventually resolve themselves just as they had in the past.

For someone who had never been hurt, hatred was, of course, out of the question.

Until this very moment, as his closest friend since transmigrating lay in a pool of blood, Chigusa hated his own laziness and his own helplessness for the first time.

If only I were stronger... The desire to become stronger, mixed with intense self-loathing, ignited every ounce of potential within Uchiha Chigusa's body.

The soul of the Chigusa from another world finally merged perfectly with his body at this moment, and a new Mangekyo Sharingan was born amidst the intense emotional upheaval!

Facing the unfamiliar Mangekyo, Keisuke didn't panic; instead, he laughed. "Excellent! Simply excellent! What a magnificent pair of eyes!"

"You lot have been talking about peace and love all along the way—is that any way for an Uchiha to act!?"

Chigusa couldn't be bothered to listen to Keisuke's nonsense. At this moment, only one thought filled his mind: "Tear the man before me to shreds!"

The Sharingan seemed to respond to Chigusa's expectation, as a continuous stream of power surged from his right eye, flowing through his blood vessels to every corner of his body.

The immense power pushed his veins to the limit. Enduring the agony of his vessels feeling as though they might burst, Chigusa attacked Keisuke with a surge of pure malice.

Keisuke's movements appeared to slow down in his eyes, and a phantom image of Keisuke even appeared to warn him, demonstrating his next move.

Keisuke's ordinary Sharingan could not compare to the Mangekyo in terms of insight; he couldn't predict Chigusa's attack patterns at all, and he was forced into a pathetic, desperate defense.

Chigusa unleashed a Black Tiger Steals Heart, striking directly at Keisuke's chest. His Mangekyo predicted that Keisuke would use his arm to defend, so without stopping his fist, he simultaneously kicked at Keisuke's lower stance.

By forcing an attack with both fists and feet, Chigusa lost his own balance before the strike even landed, relying entirely on his chakra to complete the movement.

Such a crooked, awkward maneuver caught Keisuke completely off guard. Although he blocked the punch above, he took the kick below squarely, and his entire body was knocked down.

Chigusa leaped onto Keisuke. Just as Keisuke tried to exert force to shake him off, he inadvertently caught sight of Chigusa's eyes.

"I want to go see Mom!" A strange, sudden longing welled up in Keisuke's heart, causing him to fail to exert his strength at the critical moment.

Chigusa grabbed Keisuke's head and slammed the back of it against the ground with all his might, leaving nothing but the sound of "Thud! Thud! Thud!" echoing in the air.

Dazed and covered in blood, Keisuke finally forced himself to exert strength, throwing Chigusa off his back and creating some distance between them.

Once at a distance, Keisuke didn't stop, instantly weaving hand signs: "Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

Chigusa completed his own hand signs at the same time, and the two Great Fireballs collided mid-air with a thunderous roar!

The violent collision generated a massive shockwave, blowing the unconscious Senju Arashi and Shiri right next to Chigusa.

The two massive flames contended with each other in mid-air. Chigusa could feel his opponent's power gradually being weakened by his own, but with three other lives lying beside him, he dared not be the least bit careless.

Gradually, everything around Chigusa seemed to fade into the distance, as if he could only hear the heavy thumping of his own heart.

Every breath became exceptionally difficult; he didn't know if he had reached his limit or if the oxygen in the air had been completely exhausted.

Unable to hold on any longer, Chigusa made a desperate gamble, forcing out the last bit of air in his lungs!

Fortunately, with a deafening boom, the flames released by Keisuke instantly collapsed and vanished into nothingness. A surging sea of fire swallowed Keisuke whole, drawing a heaven-shaking scream from him.

The final Great Fireball had exhausted all of Chigusa's chakra, but the surging self-loathing in his heart continued to sustain the Mangekyo.

At this point, the Mangekyo was no longer a battery providing energy to Chigusa, but rather a black hole continuously devouring his life force.

The excruciating pain in his eyes pulled at every nerve in his body, his limbs went numb in an instant, and he collapsed beside Wuming.

Just as he was in the depths of agony, Chigusa felt a small hand rest upon his own.

A wave of coolness flowed from the hand, instantly easing the pain throughout his body.

Having regained his senses, Chigusa turned his head in surprise to see Wuming, who lay in a pool of blood, gazing at him weakly.

It was she who, at the critical moment, had used the power of Eight Thousand Spears to transmit chakra to Chigusa, sparing him the risk of being drained dry by the Sharingan.

Chigusa hurriedly moved to Wuming's side, and the weak Wuming placed her hand over his eye sockets, gently massaging them.

"I... I'm sorry..." Looking at Chigusa's Mangekyo Sharingan, Wuming struggled to apologize, "For making... you sad..."

Seeing the pained expression on Wuming's face, Chigusa couldn't help but feel a sting in his eyes as tears welled up and spilled over. "It's okay... it's okay... as long as you're still alive..."

Wuming wanted to wipe away Chigusa's tears, but they only flowed more and more, unable to be stopped.

Her heart aching, she looked into Chigusa's eyes and promised him, "I will... I will live..."

"I want... I want to be with... Chigusa, forever, forever..."

In Chigusa's left eye, the once blade-like, cold pattern of the Sharingan gradually softened.

Under the gaze of these eyes that had once represented hatred, Wuming only felt her wounds itching, as if her whole body were soaking in warm water, and she slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Wuming's sudden closing of her eyes gave Chigusa a fright, but he soon discovered that her breathing was steady and the wound on her chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which finally allowed him to set his mind at ease.

Relaxing, Chigusa slumped to the ground, and the Mangekyo Sharingan slowly deactivated, returning to normal eyes. Having overused them, his vision became a blur, and he could no longer see anything around him.

At this moment, a hair-raising voice rang out from the side: "Hehehe, how touching, how... nauseating!"

In his blurred state, Chigusa could only see a figure standing in the direction of Keisuke. With his vision failing, he could only pick up a kunai to prepare for defense.

"How does it feel to use the Mangekyo for the first time?" Keisuke laughed. "I imagine you can't see me at all now!"

Just as Keisuke was gloating, Senju Arashi, who had been lying silently to the side for a long time, suddenly erupted into action. Keisuke had to use every ounce of his strength to barely dodge her fist.