Uchiha Clan Compound.
The training grounds buzzed with voices. Along the western edge, Kabuto Yakushi led twelve medical ninja in setting up six tables.
One Uchiha clansman was responsible for recording names and Sharingan data, while another used a special needle to prick the eye and extract a minute sample of ocular tissue.
The medical ninja recording the names emitted a glow from his hand, covering the sampled eye as he treated it.
The extracted eye tissue was quickly placed into sealed test tubes and stacked on the nearby rack.
Each person took roughly ten seconds, making the process quite fast.
This was precisely the collection of Sharingan data from the entire Uchiha clan that Orochimaru needed.
Standing in a corner, Zhengye handed a storage scroll to Shisui.
"Deliver this to Pakura personally. Tell her this is the Uchiha clan's investment in the Hidden Sand Village."
"Once it bears fruit, we'll take our share."
"Understood, Clan Head." Shisui had changed the way he addressed him as well.
Hearing that title, Zhengye punched Shisui lightly in the chest.
"You brat..."
He did not deliberately correct Shisui. There were too many people here, and calling him that was meant to preserve the Clan Head's dignity.
Shisui smiled but said nothing more.
He and Itachi beside him had just finished having their eyes sampled.
More precisely, Itachi's eye sample was the more important one.
Because his eyes were known with certainty to be capable of combining with Sasuke's Mangekyō Sharingan to form the Eternal Mangekyo.
Comparing that data could also directly reveal the basis for scientifically evolving the Mangekyō Sharingan in the future.
Zhengye looked at Itachi with a smile. "I heard that when you took Sasuke out to practice shuriken yesterday, you brought Izumi along too?"
Itachi's gaze wavered, and his expression