Development

At last, in his post-enlightenment state, Qiancao had time to carefully consider how to use his Sharingan.

Earlier, he had been sitting on a rock by the lake, holding a straight, slender branch.

A thin line for controlling kunai was tied to the end of the branch, making it a homemade fishing rod.

He had been holding this pose by the lake, holding his breath and concentrating, for quite some time.

He had discovered that even without activating his Mangekyo Sharingan, he could still use the Seven Generation God's power to perform some simple hypnosis.

So he made a wish in his heart: "I want to become an expert angler!" Sure enough, an indescribable feeling welled up inside him.

Unable to resist, he picked up a branch beneath a tree, tied on a line and bait, and started fishing.

Sure enough, the fishing rod in Qiancao's hands twitched slightly. It looked like a fish had taken the bait.

Senju Arashi, standing nearby, hurriedly urged him, "Reel it in! The fish will get away!"

But Qiancao, the expert angler, remained unmoved. He had the pride of a master, and when it came to fishing, success depended on skill, not luck.

As the splashing in the water gradually subsided, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind. "Now!"

He suddenly yanked up the fishing rod. Wearing a confident expression, he showed all three women what was on the line: absolutely nothing.

"Hahahahaha!" Of the three women, Senju Arashi laughed the loudest. "And you call yourself an expert angler?"

Dejected, Qiancao couldn't help arguing back. "That's because I don't have a hook. I couldn't do anything."

But he knew in his heart that while not having a hook was certainly the main reason, the most important thing was that his Seven Generation God hadn't worked.

In his previous life, he had gone fishing a few times too, but what he was best at was choosing fishing rods and searching online for the bait fish liked most.

Aside from that, he had no idea how an expert angler was supposed to show off his skills. After all, plenty of people online claimed to have been fishermen for twenty years, yet still came home empty-handed.

The Seven Generation God could grant his wishes, but only if those wishes were achievable within the limits of his own understanding.

For example, Qiancao couldn't use the Seven Generation God's power to achieve controlled nuclear fusion. That was impossible.

So even with the Seven Generation God, Qiancao still needed plenty of experience and a broader outlook before he could gradually improve what it was capable of.

After laughing her fill, Senju Arashi offered Qiancao a suggestion. "You should just use shuriken to spear the fish."

Qiancao looked a little embarrassed. "I don't know how to throw shuriken at all."

Senju Arashi looked at him as if he were some kind of freak. "A Uchiha ninja who doesn't know how to use shuriken?"

Shiri spoke up from beside them to explain. "Qiancao has only been training as a ninja for a month. He hasn't had a chance to practice that yet."

Senju Arashi continued, still incredulous. "He's only been learning ninjutsu for a month, and he's already awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan?" She couldn't help being even more impressed by the terrifying power of the Uchiha Clan.

After looking Qiancao up and down, Senju Arashi held out her right hand toward him. "Give me a shuriken."

Qiancao did as she asked. Senju Arashi took the shuriken and explained the techniques for throwing one, then, wincing through the pain, demonstrated the proper hand position.

Qiancao memorized all her instructions, went to the lakeside, and silently activated the Seven Generation God's power. He thought to himself, "I want to learn all the techniques Senju Arashi just taught me."

A grass carp weighing about one jin swam past him. Qiancao held his breath and focused. With a slight flick of his wrist, the shuriken shot out and struck the fish.

Qiancao hurriedly jumped into the water and retrieved the grass carp. Then he said to Senju Arashi, who was staring in astonishment, "This technique really is useful!"

Senju Arashi couldn't help asking Shiri, "Has this kid really never had any ninja training before?"

Shiri was surprised too, but when she thought of Qiancao's Sharingan, it seemed perfectly natural. She told Senju Arashi, "Maybe it's the effect of Qiancao's Sharingan."

Having learned something new, Qiancao was full of enthusiasm and couldn't help pestering Senju Arashi to teach him more ninjutsu.

And so, Qiancao learned shuriken techniques under the guidance of the three women while putting them into practice on the fish in the river.

Poor fish. They had been living happily in this secluded valley, far from human habitation, but now disaster had suddenly struck, leaving countless dead and wounded.

The four of them were like friends camping in the countryside, spending two happy days together in the valley. Whenever Senju Arashi had the energy, she taught Qiancao various ninja skills.

Shiri also told Wuming and Qiancao everything she knew about the Sharingan. She even recorded the ninjutsu she knew on a scroll. Qiancao understood that the day he and Shiri would part was drawing closer.

Although Shiri said they could pin all the blame on the late Uchiha Keisuke, Qiancao understood that, having lost Wuming, such an important weapon, Shiri would surely be punished by the Uchiha Clan.

After two days, the ninjutsu that had been suppressing the seals on Qiancao and Shiri wore off. The chakra seals took effect again, and the two returned to their weakened state in the prison.

Senju Arashi examined the seals on them. After two days of rest, she was able to walk again.

Standing before Qiancao, who had lifted his clothes to show her the seal, Senju Arashi paced back and forth with her hand on her chin. Then she frowned and said, "I can't undo this seal either."

Shiri looked disappointed, but still tried to keep her spirits up. "It's all right. With Miss Arashi protecting us, it doesn't matter if the seal can't be undone."

Senju Arashi, however, was quite optimistic. "Just because I can't undo it doesn't mean there's no way to break it."

"Once I've returned to my clan and recovered, I'll take the two of them to the Uzumaki Clan."

"I have a few old friends there. When it comes to all kinds of Sealing Jutsu, the Uzumaki Clan are experts. They'll definitely have a way."

Hearing the name of the Uzumaki Clan stirred something in Qiancao's heart. He couldn't help thinking of Naruto Uzumaki, the protagonist of Naruto.

"I wonder what kind of people Indra and Asura were reincarnated as this time. If Black Zetsu has already manipulated them, that would be a disaster."

They stayed in the valley for another half a day. As they were eating grilled fish, Senju Arashi suddenly pointed up at the sky and said with a smile, "We can get out now."

A black insect was circling overhead. If Senju Arashi hadn't pointed it out, Qiancao wouldn't have noticed anything special about it.

Senju Arashi pulled an unremarkable wooden box from her backpack. As soon as she lifted the lid, the insect overhead eagerly flew inside.

"This is a Seeker Bee from the Aburame Clan," Senju Arashi explained to everyone. "The contents of this box are its favorite food, and they give off a scent only it can smell."

"Since the Seeker Bee is here, someone from the Aburame Clan must be nearby."

As soon as she finished speaking, a man wearing a conical hat emerged from the dense woods in the distance. Only his eyes were visible.

He hurried over to Senju Arashi and bowed respectfully. "Young Miss, I'm late."