Scientific Eye Opening? The Uchiha Were Stunned

The chubby boy from the Akimichi clan edged over, the bag of chips in his hand already crushed flat.

"Qian Ye, what exactly was that high-intensity nutritional supplementation you mentioned?"

His face was piled with smiles, and his eyes gleamed with longing.

For the Akimichi clan, who cultivated the Expansion Jutsu, the greatest challenge was balancing calories with physical strain.

Every time they used the Human Boulder, their bodies fell into extreme hunger and weakness.

Qian Ye waved a hand, looking utterly modest.

"I only know a little, just a little."

"Orochimaru-sensei's research notes mentioned that simply piling on fat was the most primitive form of energy storage."

"The truly advanced method is to use Yang Release Chakra while eating to regulate the stomach and intestines, improving the efficiency with which food is converted into vitality and blood."

The chubby boy nodded repeatedly, treating every word as gospel.

The Nara boy beside them, who had been complaining about how troublesome everything was, could not help walking over as well.

"Qian Ye, then what about the shape transformation of Yin Release Chakra?"

The Nara boy scratched his pineapple-like hair.

"Whenever my Shadow Imitation Technique encounters strong light or complicated terrain, my control drops drastically."

Leaning against a tree trunk, Qian Ye put on his grand con-man act again.

"It's actually very simple."

"Shadows are essentially areas where light is blocked, but the core of your clan's secret technique is the extension of Yin Release Chakra."

"Don't focus on the shadows on the ground. Try compressing Yin Release Chakra into high-density threads, then use the ground's shadows as a medium to launch them."

The Nara boy froze.

He looked down at his own shadow, and it felt as though lightning had split open his mind.

Abandon wide-area coverage and use high-density Chakra threads to pierce through instead?

That line of thought completely shattered the traditional doctrines the Nara clan had followed for centuries.

A girl from the Yamanaka clan also gathered around them, softly asking about weaknesses in the Mind Body Switch Technique.

Qian Ye welcomed everyone, using the excuse that he had "seen a little of it in Orochimaru-sensei's notes" to offer sharp, pinpointed suggestions for improvement.

With a modern person's scientific way of thinking, combined with the broad horizons he had gained from the mutual-aid group between two worlds, crushing these young masters and misses from prominent clans was absurdly easy.

The atmosphere within the team changed completely.

Several clan heirs who had once held themselves high above others now clustered around Qian Ye like obedient elementary school students, asking question after question.

Only one person stood apart at the edge.

Uchiha Yan leaned against a large tree with his arms folded, his expression stiff and foul.

He was a proud Uchiha.

Asking a commoner Genin for cultivation advice in a humble manner was more unbearable to him than death.

Yet his ears were pricked high, terrified that he might miss even a single word Qian Ye said.

Qian Ye caught sight of Uchiha Yan from the corner of his eye and secretly found it amusing.

This kid wore his tsundere attitude right on his face.

He was clearly dying to know, yet still had to put on an arrogant act.

Qian Ye took the initiative to stand, dusting the dirt from his backside as he walked toward Uchiha Yan.

"Young Master Yan, why are you standing all the way over here by yourself?"

Uchiha Yan turned his head away, pretending to admire the distant scenery.

"I don't need to listen to such unorthodox nonsense."

"The Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan is not something ordinary people like you can understand."

Rather than getting angry, Qian Ye laughed.

"The Sharingan is indeed powerful."

"But the way your clan develops your eyes is far too crude."

Uchiha Yan abruptly turned back, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"What did you say?!"

"You may question my strength, but you may not insult the honor of the Uchiha!"

Qian Ye raised a finger and wagged it.

"Don't get so worked up."

"Let me ask you: what is the essence of opening and evolving the Sharingan?"

Uchiha Yan lifted his chin.

"It is bloodline. It is the unique talent of the Uchiha clan!"

Qian Ye sighed, wearing the expression of someone frustrated by another's failure to meet expectations.

"Wrong."

"Orochimaru-sensei conducted experimental analyses. The Sharingan is essentially a visual jutsu mutation triggered when the brain's optic nerves produce special Chakra under extreme stimulation."

Uchiha Yan was stunned. He had never heard such a claim before.

"Your clan always seeks pain and intense emotional upheaval to open your eyes. That is called passive evolution."

Qian Ye stepped before Uchiha Yan and lowered his voice slightly.

"A truly intelligent person would actively train the integration between their optic nerves and Yin Release Chakra."

"Practice tracking high-speed moving objects with your vision. Gather Chakra at the ends of the optic nerves with extreme precision, simulating the cerebral congestion that occurs when the eyes open."

"You don't need teammates to die. You don't need mental trauma. You can still improve the Sharingan's insight and chances of evolution."

Uchiha Yan stood frozen in place.

No need to experience mental trauma?

Actively train the optic nerves?

These theories were utterly revolutionary, yet they possessed rigorous internal logic, like a heavy hammer slamming into Uchiha Yan's heart.

He carefully recalled the state he had been in when he opened his eyes. Just as Qian Ye had said, an extremely peculiar energy had surged from his brain and flowed into his eye sockets.

If he could truly simulate that state through fine-control training...

As Uchiha Yan looked at the commoner Genin before him, the contempt deep in his heart vanished completely.

In its place came overwhelming shock and admiration.

Orochimaru-sama's disciple truly was a monster.

Even the Uchiha clan's core secrets could be analyzed so thoroughly with such clear-headed theory.

Uchiha Yan took a deep breath and awkwardly turned his head aside.

"Hmph."

"It sounds like complete nonsense."

"Still... I'll casually give it a try after I return. If it doesn't work, I'll settle the score with you."

Qian Ye smiled without exposing the face-saving pride that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Hyuga Tianfeng watched everything from the side, raising his assessment of Qian Ye by another level.

Not only was he powerful, but he could also easily win over these gifted young members of major clans, each with their own temperament.

If someone like him had been born into a great clan, he would definitely have been a candidate for clan head.

Everyone ate their rations, with only the last few minutes of their rest remaining.

The Nara boy sighed, picked up a branch, and absentmindedly scratched lines into the ground.

"I really don't know what things will be like when we get back to the village."

"The fighting on the front lines is so brutal, yet someone in the village still sent suicide troops to intercept and kill us. They nearly blew up the bargaining chips for peace talks."

As soon as he said that, the expressions of the young people darkened.

They had just survived a life-and-death battle, and they were furious over such betrayal from within.

Qian Ye knew the moment had come.

These twelve- and thirteen-year-old youths were at the age when their blood ran hot and they could not tolerate even the slightest injustice.

"Do you really think the village is still that legendary place filled with light?"

Qian Ye sat on a rock, his voice calm yet carrying an incredibly sharp force that pierced through them.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Even Pakura, sitting in the grass with handcuffs on, raised her head to look at this Hidden Leaf brat.

"Look at the front lines."

"Countless commoner ninja like me are sent to the battlefield to die like expendable materials."

"Then look at the village."

"White Fang-sama, who rendered such outstanding service, gave up a mission to save his comrades, yet now public opinion has driven him to the point where he barely dares leave his home."

"Those higher-ups hiding in the shadows shout about the Will of Fire, yet their hands are busy sabotaging peace negotiations."

Qian Ye spoke slowly, every word piercing the hearts of those young clan heirs.

Hyuga Tianfeng opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but he could not find a single word.

The attack they had faced today was irrefutable proof.

"The village is sick."

"Those old men who hold great power have grown accustomed to using the sacrifices of the young to consolidate their own positions."

Qian Ye stood, his gaze sweeping across Hyuga Tianfeng, Uchiha Yan, the Nara boy, and the others one by one.

"If we continue drifting along with the current like this..."

"Today, White Fang-sama is the one discarded as a pawn. Tomorrow, commoner Genin will be sent to the front lines as cannon fodder."

"The day after that, it may be so-called geniuses from great clans like yours."

Uchiha Yan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The Uchiha clan's position in the village had always been delicate, and he deeply understood the village higher-ups' suspicions toward them.

"Then what can we do?"

The chubby Akimichi boy put down his rations, his round face full of confusion.

"We're only Genin. We can't even interfere with decisions within our own clans."

Qian Ye smiled.

There was ambition and boldness in that smile that did not belong to someone his age.

"One person truly cannot do much."

"But what if we stand together?"

Qian Ye extended his right hand and opened his palm.

"We don't need to immediately change the overall situation, and we don't need to do anything against the village's interests."

"We only need a circle that belongs to us young people."

"Share intelligence, exchange cultivation notes, and entrust our backs to one another on the battlefield."

"Without being manipulated as cannon fodder by those old men's schemes."

The Nara boy adjusted his glasses, his eyes gradually brightening.

"Cooperate with each other and advance and retreat together..."

"It sounds like an alliance."

"What will it be called?" Uchiha Yan suddenly cut in, his burning gaze fixed on Qian Ye.

Qian Ye looked toward Kage Rock in the distance and slowly spoke three words.

"Sparkfire Society."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."