First Trial

The perspective returned to Yin Jie.

In the kitchen, Yin Jie slowly turned on the faucet, preparing to wash the apple he had discovered upon entering the kitchen—a fruit most likely left for him by Uchiha Yasashiro.

"Whoosh..."

As the silver-white metal faucet trembled slightly, a clear stream of water flowed out with a gentle murmur, continuously spilling from the spout. Before long, it gathered in the basin below, forming a transparent mirror that reflected everything around it.

At that moment, Yin Jie suddenly slowed his movements as if possessed, then lowered his head to look into the sink, as though struck by a sudden inspiration.

A few days ago, he had caught glimpses of his appearance in muddy puddles and standing water, but they had been too murky for him to see clearly.

Thus, this was the first time Yin Jie, after awakening the memories of his past life, had truly seen what he looked like.

His face was delicate and youthful, yet faintly carried a sharp edge.

The skin reflected in the watery mirror was somewhat fair, with a hint of rosy color.

His smooth black hair fell naturally, while several loose strands at the ends swayed faintly and irregularly, giving off a touch of unruliness.

His clear yet profound black eyes, set off by the quiet water, resembled bottomless abysses that not even a trace of light could penetrate—mysterious and deep.

Yin Jie carefully studied his reflection in the watery mirror. Thoughts swirled through his mind, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled into a faint smile.

Not bad. This handsome face really lives up to the Uchiha Clan's generally high looks!

An absolutely blessed start!

After "admiring" his appearance, which far surpassed the average standard of the ninja world, for quite a while longer, Yin Jie naturally focused his gaze on the eyes of his reflection in the water.

The image in the watery mirror, sometimes hazy and sometimes clear, seemed to blink slightly as he stared at it.

Then, while recalling that peculiar sensation from last night, Yin Jie slowly closed his eyes.

Several breaths later, as chakra and ocular power gathered, and with a sharp cry in his heart, Yin Jie suddenly opened his eyes.

"Sharingan!"

In an instant, blood-red color descended once more, and everything before Yin Jie was shrouded in an intense crimson glow.

Their four eyes met...

One tomoe on the left and two on the right—three ink-black tomoe in total slowly rotated amid the scarlet red.

As an extremely ominous aura spread from his eyes, Yin Jie's originally gentle gaze and expression abruptly turned utterly indifferent. His entire bearing instantly gained a touch of coldness, even gloominess, as though he had become a different person.

So this is the Sharingan? Still, my emotions really are being affected...

Yin Jie silently thought as he examined the eerie scarlet eyes reflected in the water.

This time, he had actively awakened the power of the Sharingan. As such, he could feel with exceptional clarity that those cold, blood-red eyes were constantly amplifying the negative emotions within his heart.

However, Yin Jie had long been mentally prepared for this.

After all, having thoroughly read the original work, he understood the Sharingan better than anyone.

He could even say that in this ninja world, no one understood the Sharingan better than he did.

Not even Uchiha Madara, who was currently hiding somewhere underground, nor Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo, the first person in the ninja world to possess the Sharingan bloodline limit!

In that case...

"Then let's test it out first!"

Yin Jie quickly came back to himself and murmured excitedly, like a hunter who had spotted prey.

As for washing the apple and filling his stomach, he temporarily cast those matters to the back of his mind.

After all, as a transmigrator, how could he resist the "charm" of the Sharingan?

Of course, he had to first test the abilities of this somewhat unusual Sharingan—one tomoe in his left eye and two in his right!

After all, aside from instinctively gathering his ocular power at the moment he awakened his eyes last night to intimidate and affect the Hidden Sand Village ninja's mind, slightly slowing his movements and resolving his own crisis, he had not used any other abilities of the Sharingan.

Although he understood the Sharingan extremely well based on the memories of his past life, he still needed to personally test just what level he could reach with these eyes.

Suppressing his turbulent thoughts, Yin Jie steadied himself and prepared to turn off the faucet first.

But in the next second, his brows furrowed tightly.

His movements did not quite match what he saw. A strange sense of sluggishness arose from the discord between the two.

However, Yin Jie quickly adapted to this unusual physical state while the Sharingan was active.

After all, he was a genius who had awakened his eyes at the age of six.

Although he had yet to systematically learn ninja knowledge or how to better use chakra and ocular power, adapting quickly to changes in his body was child's play.

Steadying himself, Yin Jie drew a brand-new kunai from his waist, one Uchiha Yasashiro had given him last night.

Then, with a slight exertion of his arm, he tossed the kunai upward. His gaze immediately locked onto the weapon as it left his hand, the tomoe in his eyes spinning rapidly.

As he focused his mind, chakra and ocular power were unconsciously stirred. The kunai, having reached its highest point and now falling freely at tremendous speed, appeared in his Sharingan's vision as though it were in the bullet-time scenes from the movie The Matrix he had watched in his past life. Every fraction of every second was "infinitely" stretched out, and its descent gradually slowed.

Then, at the instant the kunai fell in front of Yin Jie, he seized the opportunity and shot out his right hand like lightning to meet it.

Just as his right hand was about to touch the kunai, his pressed-together index and middle fingers bent slightly, accurately slipping into the ring at the end of the kunai. The motion was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation.

"Clink!"

With a crisp metallic ring, the kunai spun twice around Yin Jie's fingers before finally coming to a steady stop in his palm.