"I really never expected Orochimaru to reach this level. Though it's far inferior to the genuine article, it still counts as a special Kekkei Genkai."
Uchiha Shunichi took the scroll Little White Snake handed over and removed a counterfeit Tenseigan and Mangekyō Sharingan from it.
He had always greatly admired Orochimaru's talent. The man was simply too indifferent toward life; otherwise, he would have made an excellent tool.
In the original story, the clones that guy casually discarded had nearly created a miniature Uchiha Clan.
The Uchiha Clan was a great family renowned throughout the Shinobi World. Regardless of age, once they awakened their eyes, they possessed combat strength comparable to a Chunin.
Members of the Uchiha Clan with Three-Tomoe Sharingan were virtually invincible in one-on-one fights. Almost no ninja dared to face an Uchiha alone in battle.
As for the Mangekyō Sharingan...
Forget it. There was no need to introduce a clan that had been wiped out by its own people.
"Lord Shunichi, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Little White Snake looked at Uchiha Shunichi timidly, afraid he would say no.
"Go. I have no messages for you to deliver." Uchiha Shunichi inspected the two pairs of eyes in their containers, then casually tossed them aside.
He no longer cared about such counterfeits. They were merely artificially accelerated clones; although they had reached a certain level of combat power, they had no room to grow.
What concerned him more was Orochimaru's movements.
That guy was too good at stirring up trouble. Logically, there was no need to pay attention to him now, but Uchiha Shunichi did not want some problem to arise in the end.
Within the Kara Organization, Orochimaru wore a crazed expression. Before him had appeared a lump of flesh resembling a Chakra