I never expected a dream to awaken my Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Uchiha Sanada pressed a hand to his chest. His memories of Azu and Amu were hazy, but the heartbreak still felt real.
Sanada could not fathom Fugaku Uchiha's strength in the dream. When he thought of Fugaku's record over the past year, the man seemed more inscrutable than ever.
Sanada had awakened his Two-Tomoe Sharingan two years ago, so he had some idea how powerful a Three-Tomoe Sharingan could be. Given Fugaku's age and how long ago he had awakened his, he should not have reached his current level.
Perhaps that's what makes a genius. I can't judge one by an ordinary person's growth or limits, Sanada thought.
The night outside remained still. Fugaku had already returned home. After awakening his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, Sanada's Pupil Power had grown noticeably stronger, and his emotions had surged so violently that the dream Fugaku had constructed was becoming unstable.
Creating a Mangekyo Sharingan through human intervention would also require an Eternal Eye. Every advance of the Sharingan brought a fundamental transformation. Only an Eternal Eye might be able to keep the violent emotional upheaval of advancing from Three-Tomoe to Mangekyo Sharingan under control.
By day, some bustle had returned to Konoha. It was nothing like it had been a few months earlier. Iwagakure had pulled back its forces, greatly easing the pressure on Konoha at the Land of Rain front.
The war had entered a lull. The fierce early fighting had cost all four nations many Ninja. Strong as Konoha was, it could not be certain of dealing Sunagakure and Iwagakure a fatal blow.
With Iwagakure drawing back its forces, the other three nations had also slowed their deployments. The Land of Rain had once again fallen into a stalemate.
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