Development

Qiancao, having entered a state of sage-like contemplation, finally found the time to carefully consider how to utilize his Sharingan.

He sat on a reef by the lake, holding a straight, slender tree branch in his hand.

Tied to the end of the branch was a thin line used for controlling kunai; it was, in fact, a homemade fishing rod.

Holding his breath and focusing his mind, he had maintained this posture by the lake for quite some time.

He discovered that even without activating his Mangekyo Sharingan, his Sharingan could still utilize the power of the Seven Generation God to perform some simple hypnosis.

Thus, he made a wish in his heart: "I want to become a master angler!" Sure enough, a mysterious and profound sensation welled up from within his chest.

Unable to resist, he picked up a branch from under the tree, tied on a line and bait, and began to fish.

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

Senju Arashi, standing to the side, hurriedly urged him, "Pull the rod up! The fish will get away!"

Qiancao, the master angler, remained unmoved. He possessed the pride of an expert; in fishing, there was no such thing as luck, only technique.

When the ripples in the water gradually subsided, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind: "Now is the time!"

He yanked the rod upward with a confident expression, but all three women saw what was on the line: nothing at all.

"Hahahaha!" Of the three women, Senju Arashi laughed the loudest. "And you call yourself a master angler?"

A frustrated Qiancao couldn't help but retort, "That's because I didn't have a fishhook, that's why."

However, he knew in his heart that while the lack of a hook was a major factor, the most important thing was that his Seven Generation God hadn't taken effect.

Although he had been fishing a few times in his past life, he was truly only skilled at picking out fishing rods and finding the bait fish liked best via search engines.

Beyond that, he didn't know how a master angler was supposed to display their prowess; after all, many people on the internet who claimed to be twenty-year veterans often came home empty-handed.

Although the Seven Generation God could grant his wishes, it was limited to wishes that could be realized within his own scope of knowledge.

For example, it would be impossible for Qiancao to use the power of the Seven Generation God to achieve controlled nuclear fusion.

Therefore, Qiancao, even with the Seven Generation God, still needed to gain more experience and broaden his horizons to gradually perfect the effects he could achieve.

Having laughed her fill, Senju Arashi offered him an idea: "Just use a shuriken to stab the fish."

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

Senju Arashi wore the expression of someone who had seen a freak of nature. "An Uchiha ninja who doesn't know how to use a shuriken?"

Shiri, standing nearby, helped explain for him, "Qiancao has only been receiving ninja training for a month; he hasn't had the time to practice these things yet."

Senju Arashi continued, incredulous, "You can activate the Mangekyo Sharingan after only learning ninjutsu for a month?" She couldn't help but deepen her impression of how terrifying the Uchiha were.

Looking Qiancao up and down, Senju Arashi opened her right hand toward him and said, "Give me a shuriken."

After Qiancao complied, Senju Arashi took the shuriken, described the techniques for throwing it, and, enduring her pain, demonstrated the hand posture for him.

Qiancao memorized her instructions one by one, went to the lakeside, and silently activated the power of the Seven Generation God. He whispered in his heart: "I want to master all the techniques Senju Arashi just taught me."

A grass carp weighing about a pound swam past him. Qiancao held his breath, flicked his wrist slightly, and the shuriken shot out, pinning the fish.

Qiancao hurriedly jumped into the river to retrieve the carp and said to the stunned Senju Arashi, "This technique is truly practical!"

Senju Arashi couldn't help but ask Shiri, "Has this kid really never received ninja training before?"

Shiri was also surprised, but thinking of Qiancao's Sharingan, she became accustomed to it and said to Senju Arashi, "It might be the effect of Qiancao's Sharingan."

Having acquired knowledge, Qiancao's enthusiasm soared, and he couldn't help but pester Senju Arashi to teach him more ninjutsu.

Just like that, Qiancao learned shuriken techniques under the guidance of the three women while using the fish in the river to practice.

The poor fish, which had been living happily in this secluded deep valley, now faced a sudden disaster, suffering heavy casualties.

The four of them spent two happy days in the valley like friends camping in the wilderness. Whenever Senju Arashi had the energy, she would teach Qiancao various ninja skills.

Shiri also told Wuming and Qiancao everything she knew about the Sharingan and recorded the ninjutsu she understood onto a scroll. Qiancao knew in his heart that the day he would have to say goodbye to Shiri was drawing near.

Although Shiri said she could shift all the blame onto the deceased Uchiha Keisuke, Qiancao understood that by losing Wuming, an important weapon, Shiri would certainly face punishment from the Uchiha clan.

Two days passed, and the ninjutsu suppressing the seals on Qiancao and Shiri lost its effect. The chakra seals reactivated, and the two returned to the weakened state they had been in while in the cell.

Senju Arashi checked the seals on them; having rested for two days, she was now able to walk on her own.

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

Shiri was a bit disappointed, but she kept her spirits up and said, "It's alright. With Lady Arashi's protection, it doesn't matter if the seal can't be undone."

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

"Once I return to the clan to rest and regroup, I'll take you two to find the Uzumaki Clan."

"I have a few old acquaintances there. When it comes to all kinds of sealing techniques, the Uzumaki Clan are the experts; they will definitely have a way."

Hearing the name Uzumaki Clan, Qiancao's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but think of Naruto Uzumaki, the protagonist of Naruto.

"I wonder what kind of people the reincarnations of Indra and Asura are in this lifetime. If they've already been deceived by Black Zetsu, that would be a major disaster."

The group stayed in the valley for another half-day. While they were eating grilled fish, Senju Arashi suddenly pointed to the air and said with a smile, "We can leave now."

A pitch-black insect was circling incessantly in the air; if Senju Arashi hadn't pointed it out, Qiancao really wouldn't have noticed anything special about it.

Senju Arashi took an unremarkable wooden box out of her backpack. As soon as she pulled the lid open, the insect in the air dove inside impatiently.

"This is a Seeker Bee of the Aburame Clan," Senju Arashi introduced to the group. "The contents of this box are the Seeker Bee's favorite food, which emits a scent only it can smell."

"Since the Seeker Bee is here, the people of the Aburame Clan must be nearby."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a man wearing a straw hat emerged from the dense forest in the distance, revealing only his eyes.

He walked quickly to Senju Arashi, bowed his head, and said respectfully, "My Lady, I am late."