After the wild joy came profound confusion and a trace of unease.
He quickly recalled the clan's limited records, then what he had seen in Naruto in his previous life, and even asked the system, which apparently believed silence was golden.
There were no records of a "Four-Tomoe Sharingan."
It was as though the fourth tomoe in his eyes was the first of its kind in the entire history of the shinobi world.
The risk of exposure, an unknown evolutionary path, the possibility of a conflict between the system and his bloodline... a flood of questions instantly filled his mind.
"Fuck. Guess this is what happens when you get too happy," he muttered, turning on the faucet to wash the blood from his face.
The cold water helped him calm down a little.
He looked at his reflection. His eyes had returned to black, but traces of blood still lingered at their corners. He quickly devised a short-term plan:
First, concealment. He had to find a way to hide the fourth tomoe.
Second, keep a low profile. He would immediately suspend all manifestations related to Dōjutsu Power and see whether these mutated eyes had any other "surprises" in store.
He dried his face and looked at the slightly weary boy in the mirror.
His gaze inadvertently settled on his eyes again. Although they were in their normal state now, he felt as though he could still see where that fourth tomoe lay.
Could it be... that this wasn't a bad thing?
Perhaps this would give rise to an ocular jutsu outside the Mangekyo system, something uniquely my own?
Uchiha Makoto's days following the awakening of his Four-Tomoe Sharingan were fairly normal.
One part of his life consisted of "Chunin missions."
Although the Orochimaru Team rarely took long-distance missions, there was