Fugaku took the culture dish and cradled it in both hands, his gaze settling on the Mangekyō Sharingan inside.
His fingers trembled slightly. Another Mangekyō Sharingan. This was the ultimate power that countless members of the Uchiha Clan had spent their entire lives trying-and failing-to awaken.
And now, it had come from a boy outside their clan, a child without Uchiha blood.
Fugaku closed his eyes. Chakra flowed from his palms, resonating with the Sharingan's ocular power.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and spoke in a low, solemn voice:
"It really is the ocular power of the Mangekyō Sharingan. To think an outsider could awaken it. How are those self-important elites in my clan supposed to live that down?"
He raised his head and looked at Hatake Sakumo, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Sakumo, you have a fine son."
Hatake Sakumo stood in a corner of the operating room with his arms folded. He laughed at those words, his voice carrying both a father's pride and his modesty:
"Oh, you flatter him. I hear your son has already reached Chunin level at such a young age. He's every bit as impressive."
The two exchanged a glance and burst out laughing together. Their laughter echoed through the quiet operating room, easing the tension.
Tianyi inwardly rolled his eyes and ignored them. All his attention was focused on Kakashi's eye socket.
He took out the ordinary Three-Tomoe Sharingan from the Uchiha Clan and carefully placed it into Kakashi's empty left eye socket.
Chakra flowed from his fingertips as he reconnected the Sharingan to the surrounding blood vessels, nerves, and muscles, one by one.
This was the most delicate part of the operation. The slightest error could leave Kakashi with impaired vision or even blind.
But Tianyi's medical skills