The Sharingan was a top-tier kekkei genkai. These eyes could copy other people's ninjutsu at incredible speed, with the exception of techniques produced by unique kekkei genkai and certain S-rank forbidden techniques.
The Rasengan was an incomplete ninjutsu with an A-rank learning difficulty, so Chinatsu could naturally copy it quickly with her Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Still, she wanted to master Chidori more than the Rasengan.
There was only one reason: it looked cool.
To pull off fancy tricks with the Rasengan, you needed chakra by the ton. Chinatsu didn't think her reserves, equivalent to three or four Kakashis, were enough to afford messing around with that technique.
Jiraiya looked at the Rasengan in Chinatsu's hand, then at the one in his own. His face wouldn't stop twitching.
The Sharingan was such a cheat!!!
"Ahem, ahem. Since you've already learned the essence of my school, how about becoming my student?" Jiraiya cleared his throat awkwardly and made the shameless offer.
Chinatsu, meanwhile, looked at him with the air of someone who wanted nothing more than to laze around. After a full minute of silence between them, she sighed helplessly.
"I'm not suited to being your student, and you're not suited to being my teacher. Let's forget it." Chinatsu waved a hand as she answered.
Although she had fantasized about becoming Jiraiya's student and playing around with the Rasengan and Senjutsu while watching the anime, her identity was different now. Senjutsu was fine, but she would pass on the Rasengan and a toad contract.
Seeing how determined Chinatsu was, Jiraiya pursed his lips. He composed plenty of arguments in his head, only to discard them all in the end.
Forget it.
Teacher Sarutobi, you can't blame me for this. She doesn't want to be my student. I can't force her, can I?
Jiraiya had wanted to take Chinatsu as his student in the first place because Hiruzen Sarutobi had asked him to. Hiruzen wanted Jiraiya to teach her what the "Will of Fire" meant. Even if that failed, having Jiraiya supervise her would still be an indirect way to keep her in check.
Unfortunately, his little scheme had come to nothing.
Jiraiya sighed helplessly, while Chinatsu turned and walked into the Konoha Bathhouse. Less than a minute later, she came back out.
"What did you go in there for?"
"To remind them to tighten security at the bathhouse, in case some creepy old guy tries to peep."
"..."
Jiraiya: You're ruthless!
Jiraiya put on an angry expression. Of course, he wasn't actually angry. If anything, he rather admired Chinatsu's personality.
She wasn't like Minato Namikaze's wife, Kushina Uzumaki, or Tsunade. Those two would have gone straight into rampage mode and swung a fist at him. Nor was she like some ordinary, bashful girl, or an ordinary ninja who treated him with the utmost respect upon hearing his title as one of the Sannin.
"You... are you sure you won't become my student?"
After coming back to his senses, Jiraiya extended the offer to Chinatsu again. Unfortunately, she had long since vanished from in front of him.
"..."
After returning to the Uchiha Residence, Chinatsu flopped onto the sofa. She gazed lazily at the ceiling, feeling a little regretful about leaving so abruptly without saying goodbye to Jiraiya. It hadn't been very polite.
That feeling probably came from the original owner's "fake ladylike personality." The original owner had already seemed a little like she had a split personality, and now a transmigrator's dominant personality had been thrown into the mix...
Chinatsu rolled over on the sofa, feeling troubled. She kept feeling less and less like herself-or perhaps she was turning into a new version of herself.
Was that something to be upset about, or... happy about?
Chinatsu pondered the matter. As her thoughts wandered, she suddenly started thinking about yesterday's dream, then her previous life, and finally why she had transmigrated into the world of Naruto.
"That person in the dream... looked so much like me... wait, decorations like that, and a sea stretching beyond the horizon... could that have been the One Piece World?"
Chinatsu muttered to herself. If there was another "her" in the One Piece World, then... she was so jealous!!!
"But... envying other people won't do me any good. I'd better work hard myself." Chinatsu exhaled, then sat up on the sofa. She patted both cheeks, forcing herself to perk up.
Setting her ninjutsu training aside for now, Chinatsu decided to see whether she could evolve her Three-Tomoe Sharingan into the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Evolving from three tomoe to the Mangekyō required intense stimulation from negative emotions, just like the ordinary progression through one, two, and three tomoe. The degree required varied from person to person.
Sasuke, for instance, had witnessed his entire clan being slaughtered. Under that intense surge of negative emotions, he had awakened one tomoe in his rage.
Obito Uchiha, meanwhile, had seen the person he loved killed by his best friend, skipping straight from two tomoe past the three-tomoe stage to awaken the Mangekyō.
Chinatsu took a deep breath, signaling that she was ready. Her chakra reserves, physical condition, and mental strength should all have been enough to support the evolution of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
All she lacked was negative energy.
Chinatsu closed her eyes and began filling her mind with memories of the events in her previous life that had left her most "overwhelmed with grief and indignation."
Her previous life.
Age five.
While shopping at a department store, she had lost her balance on an escalator just as she was about to reach the second floor and fallen to the first. Fortunately, the wound was at her eyebrow, but she still needed over a dozen stitches and spent several months as a one-eyed hero.
Age eight.
At night, while sleeping in her room, she had groggily opened her eyes to get up and use the bathroom, only to lock eyes with a burglar climbing in through the window.
Age twelve.
While "playing" in the countryside with a younger female relative who still hadn't grown out of her childish antics, she had been struck in the ankle by the girl's two-meter-long stick in a move worthy of the Five-Lang Eight-Trigrams Staff.
Age thirteen.
While strolling through her residential complex, she had suddenly encountered two small, unleashed dogs that might have been strays. After staring at each other for two seconds, she and the dogs had embarked on a chase around half the complex-with her being the one chased.
Age eighteen.
She had earned a little money through temporary jobs and bought her first batch of figurines. During a visit from relatives, she had endured their teasing and the children's antics. Although the figurines survived unharmed, Chinatsu had felt personally affronted.
As Chinatsu recalled those memories with her eyes closed, her eyebrows twitched upward from time to time, and her tightly pressed lips quivered.
If negative energy were visible to the naked eye, Chinatsu would probably have been engulfed by it already.
Chinatsu had no idea whether it was working. All she knew was that she genuinely felt awful. She had forcibly dredged up things she had already forgotten.
Chinatsu: I'm not a masochist!!!
P.S. These were personal experiences. I'm already feeling the pain.
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