The moment Xia Yan opened his eyes, he found that nothing seemed to have changed.
The world was still in color. No world of interwoven red and black, or black and white, had appeared.
At this sight, Xia Yan let out a complete sigh of relief. It meant nothing had gone wrong with his eyes; they were still his own.
Especially after he took out a kunai and let it reflect the moonlight to form a reflective surface, he was utterly certain that his eyes had not changed at all.
"Did I only inherit the power, without my eyes changing?"
Xia Yan pondered silently, then rose to his feet with some difficulty.
He had sat there from morning until night. Fortunately, his physical constitution as a Shinobi was ridiculously good. Anyone else might have been in danger trying to get up now.
Chakra circulated rapidly through Xia Yan's body, soon easing his discomfort and restoring vitality to his body.
But he did not choose to leave. Instead, he remained where he was, staring at the mirrorlike kunai in his hand.
Although his eyes had not changed at all, he could feel the immense power contained within them.
That power contained the destructive force he had sensed earlier, but now it was very well behaved.
It stayed quietly and obediently within his eyes, showing no unusual movements.
And as though it were something innate, Xia Yan seemed to know how to control his eyes. Stranger still, he seemed to understand their power very clearly.
"But do I need to activate these eyes to fully familiarize myself with them and understand them?"
Silently sensing all this, Xia Yan took a deep breath. As a Senju, he had truly never imagined he would obtain a pair of eyes.
Yet fate seemed to have