The scene before him shifted, and Sasuke Uchiha began to sway. He instinctively reached out to brace himself against the table beside him before steadying himself.
Only after a long while did he truly catch his breath.
Clearly, the sight before him had dealt him far too heavy a blow.
Looking at those Sharingan, he felt as though he had returned once again to that hellish night.
On that very night, his parents and clansmen had all lost their lives.
As far as anyone knew, only he and Uchiha Itachi had remained!
His reconciliation with his older brother had originally allowed him to forget that agonizing scene.
But now, he remembered it once again.
My clansmen.
Their eyes.
"Hah... hah..."
His breathing grew rapid as Sasuke stared fixedly at the Sharingan before him.
Only after a long while did he barely manage to calm down.
Of course, that calm was only on the surface. Deep inside, he was still in turmoil.
He simply knew he could not keep delaying here indefinitely.
Naruto and Sakura were still waiting for him!
And he was still within the Land of Water.
Although there was no great danger, there was still a risk of being discovered by the Mist Ninja, so he had to deal with these Sharingan as quickly as possible, then leave with Naruto and Sakura.
He swallowed, stepped toward the wall, then stopped just one step away from the storage cabinet.
How should I deal with these Sharingan?
Sasuke looked at a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
That eye looked back at him.
Ninety-three!
Not counting the Sharingan Obito had used up before, this room held a full ninety-three Sharingan!
That number was far too large.
Setting aside the bloody past, and temporarily ignoring those hellish scenes.
What Sasuke had to consider now was