Elsewhere.
Danzo paid no mind to what Qian was thinking. He tore away the bandage wrapped around his right eye, then snapped it open, revealing the Three-Tomoe Sharingan within.
At that moment, everything around him was so clear in his eyes. It was as if the whole world had slowed down, and he greatly enjoyed the sensation.
However, when he saw Qian, his brow suddenly furrowed.
There was no other reason. When Qian saw that eye of his, his expression did not change at all.
"What is going on?"
Danzo felt somewhat alarmed and uncertain.
As he saw it, no matter how mature Qian acted, he was still only a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child.
In that case, when he saw his clan's eye appearing on an outsider, he should have shown at least some sort of reaction. Even if he did not shout about killing him, at the very least, he should have asked a question or two.
Yet now, what was with this calm reaction?
"Could it be that he already knew I had transplanted a Sharingan?"
Suddenly, that thought surfaced in Danzo's mind.
But very quickly, he shook his head and denied it.
There was no other reason. He had hidden this eye very deeply. Forget Qian—even among his subordinates, only a few knew about it.
Under such circumstances, unless he could predict the future, Qian definitely could not have known in advance.
Wait—
"Predict the future?"
Danzo abruptly raised his head and looked into Qian's eyes.
He had already witnessed one of the Dojutsu of the other party's Mangekyō Sharingan. It should be an ability similar to Space Transfer.
But he had not yet seen the other one. There was no reason the other party would only ever use one Dojutsu!
Thinking back to Qian's effortless performance