"In the past, evolving to the halfway stage of the Mangekyō Sharingan was an incomplete evolution caused by defects in the bloodline. You could also say that an incomplete bloodline left too little power for evolution, so it could only go halfway.
"That was why the so-called Mangekyō Sharingan, so highly prized by our clansmen in the past, had such severe side effects.
"To complete the evolution, external help was necessary: a brother's eyes at the same level, to make the defective bloodline whole.
"But now, my bloodline is complete. When the time comes, my Mangekyō Sharingan will awaken naturally as my strength increases.
"What I awaken then will be the most authentic Mangekyō Sharingan-the eyes recorded in our ancestral records that Madara Uchiha possessed, eyes that never go blind: the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan!!!"
Seiichi's words struck like a bolt from the blue, shaking Fugaku and Mikoto to their cores!
Seiichi was not finished.
"Not only that, but the difficulty of awakening our eyes because of an incomplete bloodline will also be gone.
"Any clansman with a complete bloodline will naturally awaken the Sharingan once they reach a certain age.
"I can't say for sure about the Mangekyō Sharingan, but at the very least, every clansman could have a Three-Tomoe Sharingan by adulthood."
The future Seiichi painted was truly immense.
So immense that even Fugaku, the clan head, would never dare dream that big.
But they also knew Seiichi was not making empty claims.
With Seiichi right there as a living example, this was no dream. It was real!
Fugaku and Mikoto both knew what this meant.
Once they reached that point, the Uchiha Clan would have over twenty thousand jonin. Taking on an entire ninja village with the strength of their clan alone would be easy.
And once Seiichi grew up, he would be another Madara Uchiha.
Suppressing the entire shinobi world single-handedly would be no dream!
Fugaku took a deep breath.
"Seiichi, what are your plans for now?"
"Keep this secret, then keep doing experiments. While I'm at it, I'll help Father, Mother, and the other trustworthy young clansmen improve their strength. What we lack right now is time.
"If I train now, I'll be testing Hiruzen Sarutobi's patience.
"I'll focus on my experiments and let them think I'm wasting my talent. Once my Mangekyō Sharingan awakens, we'll have something to back us up."
Seiichi had not let the victory before him go to his head.
What he needed most now was time.
He did have boundless potential, but he needed time to unleash it and turn it into strength.
Although he currently had the strength of an elite jonin,
there were far too many people in Konoha who could kill him.
There were even quite a few who could leave him unable to escape.
More than he could count on one hand, at least.
"How long do you think it will take for your Mangekyō Sharingan to awaken?"
"It won't be soon. My initial feeling is that we'll have to measure it in years. My physical conditioning is holding me back.
"If there's a way to improve my physical conditioning dramatically, I think it could speed things up considerably."
Seiichi had a headache over this, too.
He did know of something that could dramatically improve his physical conditioning: Hashirama cells.
The problem was that he could not get his hands on them.
Neither Orochimaru nor Hashirama's remains were easy for an Uchiha like him to approach.
As for Danzo, that went without saying. Those who knew, knew.
At present, he also lacked the strength to seize them by force without attracting attention.
He could only find another way or wait for an opportunity.
With nothing else to do, Seiichi began thinking of ways to make money. If nothing else, he could at least give his clansmen a better life.
So he developed many products that could make money.
Besides the nutrient solution from before,
his pharmaceutical products included newly introduced powdered wound medicine and a liquid white medicine spray.
The wound medicine treated injuries caused by sharp weapons.
The white medicine spray treated blunt-force injuries as well as everyday bumps and bruises.
His food products included all sorts of hot pot soup bases and street snacks.
Although he only knew the steps and could not make them himself, finding a few clansmen who could cook in the vast Uchiha Clan was a piece of cake.
Their hereditary Sharingan Genjutsu was the best teaching method.
Konoha had originally had only three famous foods.
The dessert Three-Color Dango, the Akimichi Clan's barbecue, and Ichiraku Ramen, renowned across the myriad worlds.
Seiichi had tried them all.
As for the results, all he could say was that the people of the shinobi world had never eaten anything good.
The various snacks and main dishes developed under his guidance
ranged from sweet to savory,
from street-side desserts to three-Michelin-star fare,
and included everything from roadside stall food to state banquet dishes.
They dealt an overwhelming blow to this world's impoverished food culture.
The disparity brought to mind modern people sailing an aircraft carrier loaded with nuclear warheads to attack ancient primitives who wore animal skins with their dicks hanging out, carried wooden clubs, and babbled away.
The scene could only be called too awful to watch!
But on second thought, every extra bite you ate was one less bite for me.
Then you could just go hungry. It would not kill you anyway. Put up with it, and you would get used to it.
The Uchiha Clan had many ordinary clansmen, and not all of them had money.
Many elderly people without family also struggled to get by.
As Seiichi generously distributed the recipes to his clansmen, he gained not only large sums of money and the hearts of his clan, but also the disdain of Konoha's F4, headed by the Third Hokage.
It was just as Seiichi had thought.
Instead of training to improve his strength, he spent every day engrossed in tinkering around in his laboratory. This behavior put Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others very much at ease.
Even though the things he produced sold incredibly well in Konoha, the Land of Fire, and even the entire shinobi world, bringing the Uchiha incalculable sums of money,
these purely monetary gains were precisely the sort of activity Hiruzen Sarutobi could accept most readily.
Because whether Seiichi improved his strength or built factions within his clan, neither would reassure Hiruzen Sarutobi as much as Seiichi holing up alone in his laboratory did now.
Those wildly popular foods and healing medicines looked important, but they would be utterly useless in a real fight.
In fact, once I kill you, those recipes and all the money you've earned will be mine.
Of course, Hiruzen Sarutobi's attitude was also a matter of comparison.
He certainly did not want the Uchiha Clan to develop in any positive direction.
He wished problems would plague the Uchiha Clan every day, or even that a batch of them would die each day until they wiped themselves out within a few days.
But that was impossible.
Besides, compared to turning money into strength for the other Uchiha clansmen, Seiichi focusing wholeheartedly on improving his own strength was more frightening.
So, weighing the two against each other, Hiruzen Sarutobi found Seiichi making money more acceptable.
Thus, this period was one of the few stretches of his life he could call fairly happy.
Every day, he smoked when he had nothing to do and used his crystal ball to look at women when he was bored. Life just kept getting better!
If all the Uchiha suddenly dropped dead as well, he would truly feel that his life was complete.
"Reporting to Lord Hokage!"
An Anbu suddenly entered, giving Hiruzen Sarutobi quite a fright.
"Cough, cough, cough... don't you know how to knock?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi choked on the thick smoke.
"What's so urgent?"
Having recovered, Hiruzen Sarutobi turned his attention to the matter that had brought the Anbu rushing in to report.
"Lord Hokage, we just received word that the Raikage has ordered Kumogakure to attack Sunagakure."
The Anbu's words made Hiruzen Sarutobi's pupils contract sharply.
What was going on? Was war about to break out in the shinobi world again?!
"Have Danzo, Mitokado Homura, and Utatane Koharu come see me immediately. Hurry."
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