Yashiro's words abruptly caught in his throat.
The fluctuations of chakra around him stalled for a moment.
Chikage put down the chopsticks, stood up, and walked over to Yashiro.
"The Sharingan of our Uchiha Clan are, at their core, eyes that reflect the soul."
"Without a powerful enough emotional shock, the depths of your brain simply can't produce that special chakra."
"If I hadn't arranged the complete despair package for you, would you be standing here glaring and yelling at me today?"
Chikage patted Yashiro on the shoulder.
"Besides, take a good, careful feel of your chakra now."
"Feel the power held within those eyes."
Yashiro froze for a moment.
He closed his eyes and set the chakra inside his body circulating.
Before, drawing on his chakra had felt like a narrow stream flowing through his chakra pathways.
Now, his chakra surged and roared, its sheer density staggering.
The dryness around his eyes that had accompanied using his Three-Tomoe Sharingan was gone.
In its place was a warm, seemingly endless reserve of ocular power.
He could even sense clearly that, with a mere thought, he could form a skeleton of solidified chakra around his body.
That was the Uchiha Clan's ultimate fighting power: Susanoo.
If he were on a battlefield now, he could easily rout an entire squad of Jonin by himself.
This was a godlike realm he had dreamed of for decades, yet had never been able to reach no matter how hard he tried.
Faced with that surging power, his anger gradually subsided.
Yashiro stood in the wind, looking at the absurd proposal in his hand.
Was it absurd?
Absolutely. Absurd beyond belief, even downright heretical.
But the results?
The results were so good there was nothing left to say.
Chikage hadn't actually killed his family, and South