Orochimaru's gaze paused slightly.
That sentence had effectively crushed their intentions right in front of them.
Forcefully take it?
Useless.
The eye would be destroyed.
Capture Kakashi alive and study him slowly?
That would not be so simple either.
The moment the Cursed Seal's protection was triggered, the Sharingan would turn into scrap first.
Kakashi paused for a moment, his voice much lower.
"You're not taking it back?"
Lumen glanced at him.
"I have no interest in redistributing what Obito gave you on behalf of a dead man."
Kakashi's breathing caught slightly.
But Obito's eyes turned icy in the darkness.
Lumen's tone remained unchanged.
"Still, there's a serious problem with that eye of yours."
"You're not an Uchiha, yet you're forcibly carrying a Sharingan that cannot be turned off, having your chakra drained twenty-four hours a day."
"It later evolved into a Mangekyo, then fell back to Three Tomoe. The underlying consumption of ocular power is more troublesome than that of an ordinary transplanted eye."
"You were originally one of Konoha's greatest prodigies. Lightning Release, swordsmanship, assassination, tactics, chakra nature transformation—you were outstanding at all of it."
"Yet your strength has stagnated over the years, you fall apart in prolonged battles, and your chakra reserves have never improved. The root of it lies in this eye."
Kakashi did not argue.
Because everything Lumen said was true.
Kakashi knew it himself. The Sharingan had granted him extraordinary insight, but it had also made him depend on the eye too early, dragging the growth path that should have belonged to Kakashi Hatake off course.
Lumen continued, "Later, I'll teach you how to control the Cursed Seal."
"Keep the Sharingan sealed normally, and restore your body and chakra foundation."
"In battle, you can actively unlock its ocular techniques."
"Seal it again after using