Seven Generation God

Although Qiancao desperately wanted to get cozy with Wuming right now, the reminder that there were two giant lightbulbs trailing behind forced him to suppress his inner thoughts.

He took Wuming's hand, kissed it lightly, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll always be by your side."

Wuming's courage was only momentary; the second he finished speaking, she grew shy again, nearly burying her head into her own flat chest.

The kiss on her hand made her so happy she nearly fainted, leaving her unable to utter a single word.

Qiancao, having calmed down slightly, didn't know what to say. Did this count as having a girlfriend? He felt too embarrassed to ask directly, so he changed the subject.

"Come to think of it, your Mangekyo Sharingan is so versatile. It even has the ability to heal wounds."

Wuming was puzzled herself. Given the suddenness of the situation, she had just used Tsukuyomi and shouldn't have had the energy left to repair any wounds.

After carefully reflecting on the details of that moment, Wuming turned to look at Qiancao beside her, stroked his eyes, and said, "This might not be my ability. It's all thanks to this pair of eyes of yours."

Then, Wuming said with a pained heart, "You must have been in so much agony when you awakened your Mangekyo. It's all my fault."

"As long as you're okay, I'm happy as long as you're alive," Qiancao comforted her.

At this, Shiri, who had been eavesdropping the whole time, finally couldn't hold back. She asked anxiously, "Qiancao, did you actually awaken the Mangekyo too?"

"Yeah. When I saw Wuming get ambushed and severely wounded, I felt my eyes evolve in a moment of desperation." Qiancao spoke lightly, but it terrified Shiri.

"You must never let anyone know you've awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan. If the clan finds out, they will stop at nothing to get it back, and there's no telling how many people they'll send to reclaim your eyes."

"Also, don't use the Mangekyo unless it's an absolute last resort. If you use it too much, you'll go blind."

Qiancao knew all too well about the side effects of the Mangekyo, but he was still grateful for Shiri's concern, so he said sincerely, "Thank you, Sister Shiri."

Back in the Uchiha dungeon, Shiri had performed all the ninjutsu implantation surgeries on Wuming, which was why Wuming had always harbored deep hostility toward her.

However, in Wuming's heart, because Shiri had brought Qiancao to her and had shown genuine concern for him along the way, that hostility had dissipated significantly.

Senju Arashi, who had been pretending to regulate her chakra, found this interesting and couldn't help but chime in, "Is the Mangekyo Sharingan still that rare within the Uchiha clan these days?"

Shiri dared not offend Senju Arashi, so she answered honestly, "With the intensification of the wars in recent years, more and more clansmen have awakened the Mangekyo."

"But because the burden of the Mangekyo Sharingan on the body is so heavy, many ninjas who overused their eyes have gone blind."

"Now, only a few young genius ninjas still retain their Mangekyo."

Senju Arashi found this amusing and continued, "So, that little girl over there is also a key subject for cultivation, then?"

Shiri gave a bitter smile. "That is true. However, some of the training methods within the clan are indeed heartless. I have been thinking of ways to resolve this, but until then, I must trouble Miss Arashi to look after them."

Senju Arashi declared boldly, "Leave that to me! I'll definitely take good care of these two little brats!"

"And don't you worry, once I defeat your entire Uchiha clan in the future, I'll come back and thoroughly fix your bad habits!"

Shiri laughed along from the side but didn't respond, clearly not believing her bravado.

Qiancao, meanwhile, kept recalling the feeling of awakening his Mangekyo. In his memory, the strongest Mangekyo ability was undoubtedly Uchiha Obito's Kamui.

Although he lacked Hashirama cells and might not be able to use Kamui as a passive skill like Obito without consequence, the idea of space-time abilities felt particularly invincible.

As long as it's not Amaterasu or Kagutsuchi, Qiancao thought optimistically, I've never seen Amaterasu actually burn anyone to death.

Uchiha Keisuke—or rather, Black Zetsu—had once told him that the moment the Sharingan was awakened, all methods of using it would flood into one's mind.

So, he tried to find that feeling from yesterday. Finally, in the depths of his consciousness, a voice told him that his Mangekyo ability was named [Seven Generation God].

Qiancao didn't understand the meaning of [Seven Generation God], but its general usage naturally surfaced in his mind:

Like [Kotoamatsukami], [Seven Generation God] had the ability to forcibly interfere with the thoughts in others' minds.

However, unlike the forced rewriting of [Kotoamatsukami], [Seven Generation God] could only amplify the deepest desires within a person's heart.

Yesterday, Qiancao's inner heart had craved power, so [Seven Generation God] gave him the ability to fight; Wuming had craved to survive, so [Seven Generation God] gave her superior recovery.

Previously, in the Uchiha dungeon, Qiancao's Sharingan had exerted the power of [Seven Generation God] once, amplifying Uchiha Keisuke's inner desire for destruction to the maximum.

That was why he had uncontrollably attacked the Senju ninjas and Wuming, only to be killed in retaliation.

Although the ability of [Seven Generation God] couldn't influence a person's entire life like [Kotoamatsukami], its advantage was that it had no cooldown and could be used like an ordinary genjutsu.

Furthermore, because it only triggered desires that already existed in the heart, it was far more covert and difficult to detect.

After mentally simulating the future scenarios where he might use the Mangekyo, Qiancao returned to reality, only to see Senju Arashi and Shiri chatting heatedly.

From fashion and clothing to local customs and regional snacks, with Shiri's intentional catering, the two women seemed to have hit it off like old friends.

Seeing Qiancao's surprised expression, Senju Arashi asked with a flourish, "What's wrong, little brother? You look so shocked."

Qiancao replied, "Nothing, I just thought the Senju and Uchiha would be more..." He couldn't find a suitable adjective.

"More at odds with each other?" Senju Arashi laughed. "That's the thinking of those big shots. We grunts have been sick of it for a long time! Every battle is just a job to put food on the table."

"People like that Uchiha Keisuke yesterday, who wanted to fight to the death the moment they saw someone, are the minority."

Qiancao asked, "Doesn't that mean that once your generation takes power, the Senju and Uchiha will have peace?"

Shiri said regretfully from the side, "I'm afraid that's very difficult. Even if we reach the positions of those big shots, we don't know how much of the other side's blood will be on our hands."

"We don't know how many of our own friends and family will have died at their hands. It's not so easy to just let go."

Senju Arashi took over the conversation and said with a smile, "So we can only hope that one day, a powerhouse far stronger than everyone else will suddenly descend from the sky and force everyone to submit without shedding blood."

As she spoke, she glanced at Qiancao's eyes again and added with a grin, "I'm rooting for you, little brother!"