Standing Basic Attacks, Lying-Down Basic Attacks!

Deep beneath Root, in a secret chamber.

Shimura Danzō staggered inside and dismissed every attendant. The chamber door slammed shut behind him, its echo humming through the iron walls.

He stood alone in the darkness, his chest still heaving. The ribs Uchiha Yongye had broken with a kick scraped like knives with every breath. The taste of blood and torn viscera still lingered in his mouth.

But the pain was nothing beside his rage.

Humiliated in public! Kicked to the ground in public! Stripped of his position as Hokage Advisor in public!

He was Shimura Danzō, king of Konoha's shadows. When had he ever suffered such disgrace?!

And what drove him closest to madness was Hiruzen Sarutobi!

Hiruzen! You betrayed me for that damned Uchiha!

Danzō's hands shook, his face twisted with fury. All his life, he had done Konoha's countless dirty deeds, staining his hands with blood that would never wash off.

What had he done it all for? For Konoha! For the Hokage's seat!

Yet with a single "I am the Hokage," Hiruzen Sarutobi had dismissed every achievement, every sacrifice, every indignity he had endured!

"You'll regret this... Hiruzen... You'll regret it!"

Danzō's voice echoed through the empty chamber, hoarse and vicious, like a demon's curse.

He drew a deep breath and pulled a Kunai from his robe. His movement was swift and sure, without a moment's hesitation. He drew the blade across his throat!

Blood gushed out, splashing onto the cold stone floor.

His body swayed twice. His pupils began to lose focus, and then he fell onto his back, hitting the floor with a thud.

Dead!

One breath later—

The corpse on the floor vanished into thin air!

It was as though an invisible hand had erased it from reality. Even the bloodstains disappeared, leaving the floor spotless, as if nothing had ever been there.

And in the very center of the chamber, another Shimura Danzō appeared.

The dent in his chest was gone. His broken ribs were whole again, the taste of blood had vanished from his mouth, and even the half of his body that had been wrapped in bandages for years held an eerie vitality.

His one uncovered eye slowly opened, its depths filled with malice and madness.

The Uchiha Clan's forbidden technique—Izanagi.

For a brief time, it could turn reality unfavorable to its user—including death—into a dream, while making a favorable state real.

The price was the permanent blindness of one Sharingan.

Danzō had learned the secret of this forbidden technique from Kagami Uchiha, then obtained Sharingan through plots and schemes. The deaths of Uchiha Yongye's parents had been part of those schemes.

His injuries would have healed eventually with time.

But Danzō could not wait.

He was furious beyond reason.

He would rather sacrifice a Sharingan than spend another moment short of his full strength.

He could no longer bear the humiliation of having been beaten so badly!

He wanted revenge!

He would make Uchiha Yongye, Uchiha Fugaku, Hiruzen Sarutobi—everyone who had betrayed or humiliated him—pay a terrible price!

Danzō slowly clenched his fist. Killing intent churned in his lone eye, almost tangible.

The candlelight flickered wildly, throwing his shadow across the wall. It twisted like a demon crawling out of hell.

A low, almost inhuman growl rose from deep in his throat.

"Uchiha Yongye—"

"I will make you wish you were dead!"

"Your Sharingan will be mine!"

After a while, Danzō barely managed to suppress the rage burning through his chest.

The ribs in his chest had healed, but the humiliation of being trampled underfoot remained. It was like a rusty nail driven deep into his heart, one he could not pull free.

He took a deep breath and summoned a trusted subordinate. His voice was hoarse and venomous.

"Reply to Orochimaru. I'll make a deal with him, but his price must be changed to Uchiha Yongye's head!"

The subordinate froze for a moment, then bowed his head and accepted the order.

Mad spite surged in Danzō's lone eye. He spoke again, his voice lower and heavier.

"Reply to Madara Uchiha. I can help him wipe out the Uchiha Clan completely, as long as he helps me kill Uchiha Yongye first!"

The subordinate's pupils contracted sharply.

Orochimaru... Madara Uchiha... Either name alone was enough to make the entire Shinobi World tremble.

Lord Danzō was willing to pay any price to see Uchiha Yongye dead and buried!

"What are you waiting for? Go!"

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate fled the chamber as though granted a reprieve.

Danzō was left alone in the darkness. He slowly raised a hand and pulled down the bandages wrapped around half his face.

Beneath them, a transplanted Sharingan was closing. Its light was gone forever.

His mouth twisted into a hideous smile more chilling than any tears.

The precious Sharingan he had obtained after so much scheming was just... gone!

Danzō felt a pang of regret. He had been far, far too impulsive!

It was all that damned Uchiha Yongye's fault!

Danzō's fury shot sky-high once more!

Meanwhile, at the Uchiha Clan Compound.

Yongye lay on his bed with one leg crossed over the other, in an excellent mood.

Just counting the day's gains was enough to make his heart soar.

Doubled physical attributes, tripled Chakra, Clear Sword Heart, Indestructible Golden Body, Lightning Release Chakra Mode, Eight Gates Release, Flying Thunder God Technique, Five Release Great Combo Technique, Super Heavy Rock Technique, Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere, and the Two-Tomoe Sharingan.

Any one of those would sustain an ordinary ninja for a lifetime.

He had gathered them all in half a day.

"This system is fucking incredible! I get to drive my enemies mad and reap huge rewards at the same time! It's perfect!" Yongye exclaimed from the heart.

Just then, another cold system notification rang out in his mind.

[Ding—Target Shimura Danzō has lost a Sharingan to Izanagi and suffered a severe mental breakdown.]

[Heartbreak points have far exceeded the threshold! Congratulations, host. You have received one Advanced Mystery Box. Open it now?]

Yongye stared for half a second, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha—"

His laughter echoed through the empty room, gleeful and wild.

"Danzō, you old dog, you're my lucky star! Another gift from you!"

"Open it!"

[Ding—Advanced Mystery Box opened!]

[Congratulations, host. Reward obtained: Complete Compendium of Sharingan Genjutsu!]

Yongye was overjoyed!

A Complete Compendium of Sharingan Genjutsu!

Now he could throw out basic attacks while standing—even while lying down!

He could make enemies fight empty air without lifting a finger. Now that was style!

The Sharingan was already the pinnacle of genjutsu bloodline abilities.

And this reward encompassed the essence of every genjutsu the Uchiha Clan had developed over the past thousand years below Mangekyo Sharingan level—from the most basic Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique to the ultimate genjutsu that required Three Tomoe, Mirror Heaven and Earth Change; from the single-target control of Mental Chains to illusion arrays capable of hypnotizing groups.

Every genjutsu a non-Mangekyo Sharingan could cast was contained within it!

The next instant, a vast flood of information sprang into being in Yongye's mind!

Countless profound genjutsu principles poured into his memory: the fine control of Chakra, the weaving and infiltration of mental power, the precise identification of an opponent's psychological weaknesses. They rushed in like a thousand streams joining the sea.

Yongye could clearly feel that the way he perceived the world had fundamentally changed.

Before, when he looked at someone, he saw the flow of Chakra, the faint twitch of muscles, the path of an attack.

Now he saw the weak points in their minds—which point was easiest to break through, which emotion was easiest to exploit, which memory was most likely to shatter them.

And the greatest surprise was his Sharingan.

Warm power surged into his eyes. The two Tomoe spun furiously as his ocular power soared at an unbelievable speed.

As they turned, the Tomoe split. A third slowly emerged!

The Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

There had been no emotional shock. Mastering Sharingan Genjutsu had simply boosted his ocular power enough to smash through the barrier to the Sharingan's next stage!

Yongye slowly opened his eyes. Three Tomoe revolved in each scarlet iris with an almost uncanny calm.

He could feel it—his genjutsu was not the only thing that had grown stronger.

The entire Uchiha Clan's system of genjutsu held no secrets from him now.

From this day on, he could see through any genjutsu below Mangekyo Sharingan level at a glance, break it with a thought, and counter it in an instant—whether an enemy used it on him or he used it on an enemy.

The genjutsu ordinary Uchiha took such pride in was a joke before him.

"This genjutsu compendium came at just the right time!"

Yongye looked down at his hands and murmured to himself. He could feel how different he was now.

It was not merely another ability. An entirely new dimension had opened up in the way he fought.

For perception, he had Clear Sword Heart. For Taijutsu, Eight Gates Release. For defense, Indestructible Golden Body. For speed, Flying Thunder God. For ninjutsu, Five Release Great Combo Technique. Now his genjutsu had reached the peak as well.

Offense, defense, speed, ninjutsu, genjutsu—he had every angle covered.

"Danzō, you old dog."

A cold smile curled Yongye's lips. Killing intent and mockery swirled together in his Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

"I'll be sure to repay your generosity in full!"