Taking Back the Eye, Throwing Out a Guest, Selling Ninja Tools, Second Pillar Comes to Demand a Life

"Whoa, thank your captain for me. What a great guy."

Naruto grinned and took the Sharingan from the man's hand.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, standing beside him, stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out.

They had really just handed this thing over?

Hiruzen Sarutobi's mind buzzed. This was a Sharingan!

Even the Uchiha Clan themselves did not have many members who had awakened one.

Publicly, the only Sharingan in all of Konoha that did not belong to someone of Uchiha blood was Kakashi's.

Hiruzen Sarutobi leaned closer for a look, and his pupils abruptly contracted. It was even a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

The old man nearly thought he had not woken up yet.

Back when they had been working on Wood Release cells, the clone they had created, Shin Uchiha, had only produced a single pair of Sharingan.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's face darkened as he solemnly said to Naruto:

"Naruto, how could you come up with such an unreliable idea? How could you ask someone for their eyeball?"

"Come on, give it to me. I'll return it to the Uchiha Clan for you. As for your damaged eye, I'll definitely bring Tsunade back and have her fit you with a prosthetic one."

Clan Massacre Night had not happened yet.

Even if Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo had secretly stockpiled a few, the number could still be counted on one's fingers.

Especially Three-Tomoe ones. Even Hiruzen Sarutobi himself felt tempted just looking at it.

Naruto shot him a sidelong glance, his face full of disdain.

"Old man, are you dreaming? How about you first figure out how your ANBU poked out this eye of mine? A prosthetic eye? Do you still want your face?"

"I worked hard to get this Sharingan. Once I replace both eyes with them, I'll be a man with Sharingan too.