A cold, rainy night. The rumbling thunder and the cold flashes of lightning shimmered continuously in the woods cabin.
Kushinadahime was covered in cold sweat, her forehead veins were bulging, and she was biting a short stick with her teeth.
Her body leaned against the wall of the wooden house, her coarse cloth clothes soaked with sweat.
Her stomach contracted in waves, the pain making her vision go white.
Hahahaha.
Kushinadahime's lips curled into a smile, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She propped herself up, sat on the wooden bed, and clapped her hands.
A wisp of white smoke rose, condensing into a small, thin figure in the rain.
It was a very small person.
She was only about three feet tall and wore a plain white short coat.
His hair was gray, and his face was covered with wrinkles.
His eyes were large, like two tiny black pearls, and shone brighter than someone his age could have imagined.
He stood in the rain, glanced up at the wooden house, then jumped up and landed lightly on the windowsill.
The visitor looked at Kushinadahime in the wooden house, her hand resting on the windowsill. Then he lowered his head, bent over, and his voice became respectful and gentle.
"Master, you wanted to see me."
Kushinadahime leaned against the wall, panting, and glanced at him.
Her eyes were cold, completely different from the woman who usually farmed.
"Midwife."
"Yes."
The short, old man hopped into the room. He stretched out his withered hand and gently placed it on Kushinadahime's lower abdomen.
Looking at the old man's steady hands, Kushinadahime's smile became more reassuring.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto, the god of medicine in Takamagahara.
After many days of planning, today is finally the day of harvest.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto didn't waste any more words.
He walked over and squatted down beside her.
His hands were small, but when his palms covered Kushinadahime's stomach,
A warm, Natural Energy seeped in.
Kushinadahime's body suddenly relaxed.
The sharp pain subsided. Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto gently pressed his fingers on her stomach twice and nodded.
"The babies are in the correct position. Both are. Don't worry, madam."
As he spoke, another bolt of lightning struck outside.
Thunder followed closely, making the wooden house tremble.
Kushinadahime leaned back against the wall, panting.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto stood before her, green light emanating from his palm, illuminating the entire wooden house.
"Master, push harder."
Kushinadahime bit down on the short stick and pushed down with all her might.
The first cry was heard when lightning struck an old tree.
It was a wrinkled little boy.
She had a pair of bright, dark eyes.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto washed his body with warm water and placed him next to Kushinadahime.
This is not over yet.
A second cry followed immediately.
This is a girl.
Bright eyes, like two glass beads just taken out of the oven.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto handed the girl to Kushinadahime as well.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, retreated to a corner of the cabin, stood with his head down, and waited for her instructions.
Kushinadahime leaned against the wall, holding her two children in her arms.
She looked down at them, placed her fingers on their foreheads, and gently touched them.
Her pupils contracted slightly.
These two children have extremely wide meridians, so Natural Energy flows into their bodies with almost no obstruction.
Even in Takamagahara, this level of talent would be considered top-tier.
If they cultivate step by step, they will all become gods, barring any unforeseen circumstances.
Instead of those half-finished immortals we have now.
I never imagined that my child would possess such powerful aptitude for cultivation.
This is extremely rare, almost impossible, in present-day Takamagahara.
Such a miracle could not have been created by oneself alone. And according to Madara Uchiha himself, he did not have the ability to cultivate immortality.
Kushinadahime remembered the human face on Madara Uchiha's chest.
According to Madara, that was the face of a man named Hashirama, and it was also the source of Madara's power to use Senjutsu Madara Uchiha.
How interesting! He named Hashirama Kushinadahime, and his child inherited Hashirama's qualities.
She remembered what Madara Uchiha had said.
The eyes of the Uchiha Clan are cursed eyes.
She remembered the purple of Madara's Rinnegan.
I recall the image of Madara standing God Tree, looking down upon all living beings.
She looked down at the two children. They had quieted down, their eyes closed, breathing softly.
She withdrew her hand from their foreheads.
Kushinadahime, her body weak, got out of bed. She walked to the corner of the cabin and drew a circle on the ground with a stone.
Intricate patterns were drawn within the circles, layer upon layer, converging towards the center like a spider web.
Sacrificial Array.
The oldest forbidden technique in Takamagahara, and the root cause of Takamagahara's demand for cultivation qualifications from humans.
She stepped out of the wooden house, picked a few dark red grasses from a nearby crevice, crushed them, mixed them with rainwater, and applied them to the pattern.
Then she returned to the straw mat and picked up the two children.
She stood at the edge of the formation, looking down at the patterns within it.
Once they are placed inside and the formation is activated, their potential will be extracted and infused into her body.
At that time, her cultivation aptitude will be further improved, and she may even reach the level of Amaterasu and the former Three Pillar Gods.
Moreover, they were different from ordinary human sacrifices.
Both children also inherited the eyes of Madara Uchiha, an outsider.
I also have the chance to have eyes as unique as Madara Uchiha's.
Her arm reached towards the center of the formation.
The two children stirred in her arms.
The boy opened his eyes and looked at her.
He had stopped crying, his expression was calm, and his eyes were full of curiosity.
As quiet as when Madara is silent.
The girl woke up too, and clutched the hem of her clothes with her small hand.
A pair of tiny hands tried hard to hold onto their mother.
Kushinadahime's arm froze in mid-air.
She suddenly remembered how she named Hashirama - Kushinadahime.
I remember how Ban would reach out and touch her belly every morning when she woke up.
Remembering the tone of Ban's voice when she said "Don't move," her hand fell to her sides. She pulled the two children back into her arms.
"Never mind." She
She sat on the straw mat, holding her two children, watching the heavy rain outside the wooden house. Then she turned to Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto was standing in the corner, head bowed, waiting for her command.
"Come over."
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto walked up to her and knelt down.
"Execute the second plan: remove her eyes and replace them with ordinary people's eyes."
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto did not ask why.
He looked up at the girl in Kushinadahime's arms, and then at her.
For a fleeting moment, there was a struggle in his eyes, as if something had stirred within his mind. But that struggle quickly vanished.
His eyes softened again.
"Yes, Master."
He stepped forward and squatted down.
His palm glowed with a pale green light and gently covered the girl's eyes.
The girl cried out once, then fell silent.
A moment later, Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto withdrew his hand, and in his palm appeared a pair of dark brown eyes.
Kushinadahime lay down next to the girl.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto placed his other hand over Kushinadahime's eyes.
A moment later, Kushinadahime's eyes also appeared in his hands.
Kushinadahime took the pair of dark brown eyes.
She hesitated for a moment, then pressed them into her eye sockets.
A sharp pain shot through her eyes and spread throughout her body.
A green light shone from Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto's palm.
Kushinadahime bit down on the short stick and curled up on the wooden bed for a long time.
When Kushinadahime opened her eyes again, the world had changed. She looked down at her hands. There was a thin layer of pale blue light on the back of her hands, but she could see it clearly.
She walked to the corner of the cabin and found a bronze mirror that she usually used to comb her hair.
In the mirror, her eyes had changed.
A pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Within its bright red pupils, three Tomoe slowly rotated.
She remembered what Ban had said.
The Sharingan is a cursed eye. Losing love will cause it to evolve.
She put down the bronze mirror. She returned to Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto's side.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto was standing beside the straw mat, looking down at the two sleeping children.
Kushinadahime, standing behind him, suddenly spoke.
Do you know how the Sharingan evolved?
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto turned around. He didn't know how to answer Kushinadahime's question, and he had never heard of the Sharingan before.
Before he could answer, Kushinadahime had already moved.
She leaned forward, reaching out her right hand to stroke Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto's withered cheek.
In an instant, Kushinadahime's gaze softened as she looked at Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto.
She thought about how he had saved her, and how he had just helped her get new eyes.
She mixed all her gratitude, dependence, loneliness, and fear together and stuffed them into the word "love."
She told herself, "I love him."
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto suddenly felt that his thoughts were becoming strange.
He stared at the pair of twins on the wooden bed, his eyes turning fierce.
Kill them! Kill them!
This is a bastard child of Takamagahara, a sin that should not exist in this world!
This is the bloodline of outsiders!
Killing them will save my master's reputation!
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto step by step toward the baby on the wooden bed.
He forgot how to use his abilities, and he forgot the methods of a god.
All they know is to use that frail body to strangle that damned infant!
"Don't hurt them!"
Suddenly, Kushinadahime cried out and used her frail body to shield her two children.
She opened her arms wide, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Tears streamed down Kushinadahime's face as she looked at Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto, her eyes filled with confusion and heartache.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto tried to push Kushinadahime away with all her might, while still shouting.
"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill them!"
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto were red as he continued to push forward, when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
He reached out and touched it, and a stream of warm blood sprayed onto his palm.
The huge wound on his neck had begun to leak air.
Kushinadahime held a dagger in her hand, her eyes fixed fiercely on Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you kill them!"
A sharp pang of heartache filled Kushinadahime's mind. She watched as Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto collapsed limply to the floor, her eyes filled with reluctance and resolute determination.
Love and hate intertwine at this moment.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly in her eye sockets.
The three Tomoe are connected end to end, forming a ring.
Then the ring cracked and twisted into a new pattern.
Mangekyō!
The bright red patterns bloomed in her eyes, like a flower blooming from blood.
Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto lay on the ground, his body still convulsing. He looked into her eyes, and his gaze suddenly cleared.
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
But he could no longer speak. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, and then he slowly closed his eyes and stopped struggling.
A point of white light hovered above Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto's body.
As Kushinadahime stared at the point of white light, a sudden hunger pang gripped her eyes.
Kushinadahime smiled and opened her arms.
She absorbed the light into her palm and integrated it into her body.
A large amount of information flooded into Kushinadahime's mind.
She felt there were no more secrets about the human body.
He looked down at his hands and saw a green light appear in them.
Is this what Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto's abilities are?
Not powerful enough, but interesting enough.
Kushinadahime slowly squatted down, looking at the dead Sukuna Hikona no Mikoto on the ground.
"I'm sorry, thank you."