Natsu's Helplessness: Why Hasn't My Mangekyo Sharingan Awakened Yet?!

But now, more than a month has passed, and his eye power is indeed continuously increasing—stronger every day than the day before, the rotation speed of the Three Tomoe is getting faster and faster, and the quality and quantity of his eye power are steadily rising—but the bottleneck of the Mangekyo Sharingan remains unchanged.

It's not that my pupil strength is insufficient.

His eye power has long surpassed the ordinary Mangekyou Mangekyo Sharingan; perhaps only Madara Uchiha's Eternal Eyes can truly overpower him.

It's not that the body can't handle it; the Sage Body can even withstand Kizaru's Yasakani no Magatama -on, so activating the Mangekyo Sharingan is no problem at all.

Why is that?

Natsu closed her eyes, sinking her consciousness into the depths of her pupils. The power of Indra's Eye surged within them, like two bottomless pools of icy water.

He could sense that the thin bottleneck was still there, but behind it, something was being conceived.

It's not Mangekyo Sharingan- style exclusive Dōjutsu in the usual sense—not Amaterasu's black flames that incinerate everything, nor like Tsukuyomi's all-encompassing mental space, nor like Kamui's teleportation ability that distorts space and time.

Rather, it is a deeper, more primal power, seemingly originating from the same source as the Indra's Eye itself.

It's as if something is curled up in the deepest part of the pupil, quietly waiting for the moment it will hatch.

"Tsk." Natsu opened his eyes and rubbed his temples. He couldn't open his eyes; this was the first time he had encountered something like this since he transmigrated.

Does he want too much?

Or perhaps, deep down, he doesn't actually have any unforgettable obsession that requires Mangekyo Sharingan to fulfill?

That makes sense.

The evolution of the Sharingan in the Uchiha Clan has always been catalyzed by intense emotional fluctuations—hatred, sadness, loss, resentment—these negative emotions are the best catalysts for the power of the eye.

But ever since he led his entire clan to escape Konoha, and finally put down the sword that had been hanging over his heart for more than a decade, he seemed to have not experienced that kind of extreme emotion for a long time.

Protect your people?

That's what he does every day; it's ingrained in his instincts and doesn't need any Mangekyo Sharingan to prove it.

Seeking revenge on Konoha?

No rush. Once the Uchiha have established themselves on this sea, there will be plenty of time to settle scores.

As for Quan... thinking of the girl who always secretly stuffed roasted meat into his lunchbox, Natsu's expression softened for a moment, but then returned to its usual indifferent look.

never mind.

Since there's no rush, then there's no rush.

The power of the pupils is still increasing; the bottleneck will be broken sooner or later.

Once the power surging in his eyes naturally matures, he'll see what exactly those Indra's Eye can produce.

West Blue, Origin Island.

Uchiha Fugaku stood in a side hall of the Naka Shrine, holding a briefing that had just been delivered by a patrol team, his brows slightly relaxed.

The briefing was brief: More than ten Marine Branch in the West Blue have withdrawn in succession over the past month, with the furthest retreating to more than 300 nautical miles away. The shipping lanes that were originally packed with naval vessels are now largely empty.

The branches left in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to collect the spare canvas and fresh water buckets from the dock, which were then taken advantage of by fishermen from nearby islands.

The navy truly has no spare capacity to manage the West Blue.

In the battle at Sabaody, the Celestial Dragons ' heads rolled several times on the ground, and the Five Elders ' faces were also rolled away.

The Marine Headquarters is currently tasked with protecting the Four Emperors of the New World and guarding against the endless stream of new pirates emerging in the first half of the Grand Line. Its remaining mobile forces are barely able to clear the ruins of the Sabaody Archipelago, so they have no time to deal with these insignificant branches in the West Blue.

However, Fugaku knew very well that this was nothing to celebrate.

A temporary retreat is merely a prelude to the next storm.

He folded the briefing and tucked it into his sleeve. Just as he was about to turn around and go to the Training Ground to check on the clansmen's Haki cultivation progress, a silver-white flash suddenly erupted in the courtyard.

The light came suddenly and went quickly.

After the light faded, a figure dressed in a gray-white robe stood steadily in the center of the courtyard, carrying a disheveled, pale-faced middle-aged man in his hand.

The man was wearing a lab coat with several holes in it, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and he had dark circles under his eyes; it was clear he hadn't had a good night's sleep for days.

It was the North Blue scientist that Natsu rescued from the Sabaody auction house.

The Shadow Clone nodded to Fugaku, his tone as calm as if he were reporting the day's weather, "Uncle, this is the scientist I brought back from Sabaody."

The small kingdom in the North Blue was destroyed by the Vinsmoke. He escaped with the core data, but was captured by pirates on the way and sold to an auction house.

His genetic engineering skills are useful to us. The rest is up to you; he knows what to do."

After saying this, the Shadow Clone clone turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared into the air with a bang.

The Flying Thunder God technique flashed one last time, leaving a Kunai behind.

Only Fugaku and the scientist remained in the courtyard.

The scientist was clearly still reeling from the spatial teleportation; his pupils were still trembling slightly, and his lips moved several times without uttering a complete syllable.

Fugaku didn't urge him. He released his hand from the hilt of his sword, indicating he meant no harm, and then spoke in a calm and peaceful voice, "I am Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head here. What is your name?"

The scientist swallowed hard, his voice dry as if sandpaper scraping against sheet metal. "My name is Derek Valen, and I am the chief researcher of the North Sea Rune Kingdom, specializing in genetic engineering and bioinformatics."

The Rune Kingdom has been razed to the ground by the Vinsmoke Family's Clone Army. My research data was fully backed up before I fled; it's in my head."

As he spoke, he tapped his temples with his fingers, and a strange, almost obsessive light suddenly shone in his bloodshot eyes.

"As long as it allows me to continue my research, I'm willing to work on any live sample, regardless of the type of genetic technology. I don't care who I work for; I only care about being able to continue my research."

Fugaku looked into his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds.

He had spent half his life dealing with the Third Hokage, and he knew all too well what that look meant—this man wasn't lying, nor was he showing loyalty; he genuinely valued research more than his own life.

This type of person is not unfamiliar to the Uchiha.

The most typical example in the Ninja World is Orochimaru, and the scientist in front of us named Drake has the same madness in his bones as Orochimaru, except that his research direction is not Forbidden Technique, but genes.