Uchiha Shingen’s gaze landed on his Sharingan and Chakra attributes.
For a moment, he hesitated.
Chakra was one of the most core foundational abilities of a shinobi.
Even when casting the exact same ninjutsu, the one who expended more chakra would unleash significantly greater destructive power.
Moreover, the massive boost it provided to a shinobi’s combat stamina was akin to being completely reborn.
On the other hand, the Sharingan was the very foundation of the Uchiha clan, renowned as one of the most formidable Kekkei Genkai in the entire shinobi world.
Currently, Shingen’s Sharingan was already at the two-tomoe stage.
Leveling it up once more would highly likely force an evolution to the three-tomoe level.
That was practically a direct, VIP express ticket to the Jonin ranks.
After a brief moment of thought, Shingen shifted his full attention to the Sharingan.
His current Level 4 Chakra was already considered remarkably abundant among Chunin.
Under these circumstances, it was naturally wiser to prioritize upgrading the Sharingan, an ability capable of bringing about a qualitative leap in his actual combat power.
Having reached this conclusion, Shingen made his decision.
He reached out and lightly tapped the ‘+’ sign next to his Sharingan.
Instantly, his vision blurred.
His eyeballs felt fiercely warm and tingly, as if thousands of tiny ants were crawling over them, making it incredibly tempting to reach up and rub them.
Shingen forcefully suppressed this innate instinct.
Having experienced leveling up his Sharingan before, he knew perfectly well that this sensation was simply the physical byproduct of his ocular powers rapidly expanding; it posed absolutely no harm to him.
Even among the countless Kekkei Genkai scattered across the shinobi world, the Uchiha’s Sharingan was an absolute anomaly.
Unlike the vast majority of Kekkei Genkai, the Sharingan evolved intricately alongside the user’s emotional fluctuations.
The more agonizing the psychological stimulus, the greater the ocular power it birthed.
The trigger for his predecessor’s initial awakening of the Sharingan had occurred during a mission right after graduation, when his team was brutally ambushed by Iwagakure shinobi.
The entire squad—aside from their Jonin commander, Inuzuka Ago, and himself—had been slaughtered right before his very eyes.
That intense, crushing psychological trauma had violently forced the originally talentless Uchiha Shingen to awaken his Sharingan.
It was also in the aftermath of that tragic battle that Shingen’s squad disbanded.
He actively chose not to form a new squad with other comrades, instead opting to join the Konoha Military Police Force.
Soon enough.
The rapid mutations in Shingen’s eyes completely subsided.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Within his pitch-black irises, three blood-red tomoe slowly spun around his pupils before finally locking into a perfect triangular formation.
“So this…
is the world seen through the three-tomoe Sharingan?!”
An unprecedented sensation washed over him.
Shingen raised his eyes and looked forward.
The already outstanding perceptive abilities of the Sharingan had undergone a near-qualitative transformation upon reaching the three-tomoe stage. This story is hosted at g.com.
His gaze effortlessly swept over the falling leaves drifting outside the window, cleanly catching sight of a tiny bug frantically squirming on one of the leaves.
He watched a mosquito flit rapidly past his face, vividly making out every single microscopic vibration of its wings.
“Everything has slowed down!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Shingen realized his mistake.
It wasn’t that the world had slowed down; it was that his dynamic kinetic vision had grown terrifyingly sharp.
He lowered his head to look at his palm; every single microscopic ridge and line of his fingerprints was starkly, perfectly visible.
“However, kinetic vision is merely one of the Sharingan’s many traits.”
Shingen recalled the lectures given by the elders of the clan:
“Between Konoha’s two great Dojutsu Kekkei Genkai…”
“…the Byakugan and the Sharingan, the one that places a heavier emphasis on pure sensory perception isn’t the Sharingan; it’s the Byakugan.”
“The Sharingan is an eye that leans much more heavily toward Jutsu!”
“As long as a user possesses sufficient chakra reserves, rapid hand signs, and mastery over the corresponding chakra nature transformations, a Sharingan user can even see completely through the jutsu an opponent is about to use, and cast it back at them at an even faster speed.”
“However, very few people can actually pull off such a feat, and in the vast majority of battles, it simply isn’t necessary.”
“It is an ability where the psychological intimidation of ‘showing off’ far outweighs its actual practical application.”
“After all, simply crushing the enemy with a jutsu you’ve already personally mastered is infinitely more efficient than going out of your way to copy their technique.”
Feeling the immense changes in his eyes, Shingen originally wanted to test out his newly upgraded abilities.
But on second thought, he decisively abandoned the idea.
First of all, thoroughly testing ninjutsu would inevitably cause a massive commotion and easily draw unwanted attention.
A shinobi who could awaken the three-tomoe Sharingan at the age of thirteen was an extreme rarity, even throughout the long, bloody history of the Uchiha clan.
If the Konoha Military Police Force higher-ups found out, his glorious, carefree days of coasting and slacking off would effectively be over.
He would highly likely be instantly promoted to Commander of South District 4.
With a higher position came bigger messes to take the blame for.
Shingen was incredibly satisfied with his current life and had absolutely zero desire to change it.
Secondly, it was always smart to keep a hidden trump card in reserve for a potential comeback.
The shinobi world was far from peaceful.
It had been a long time since the bloody end of the Second Great Ninja War, and the political climate was growing increasingly volatile by the day.
Nobody could say for sure when the Third Great Ninja War would unexpectedly erupt.
When that devastating time came, even if Shingen managed to miraculously remain stationed at the Police Force, he would inevitably be forced to face lethal combat.
Thinking of this.
Shingen took a deep breath, ruthlessly suppressing the restless excitement in his heart, and lowered his gaze back to his status panel.
Seeing that he still had two remaining Attribute Points, he simply dumped them both into his Taijutsu Mastery, seamlessly leveling it up to Level 3.
His physique swelled visibly to the naked eye.
Beneath his uniform, his originally lean, unassuming frame became beautifully well-proportioned and highly capable, his muscle lines sharply defined.
Even his height grew by a couple of centimeters.
After finishing all of this, the information on his status panel underwent a highly noticeable change:
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[Rank: Chunin]
[Position: Captain of the 3rd Squad, South District 4, Konoha Military Police Force]
[Abilities:
— Chakra: Level 4
— Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (Three Tomoe) – Level 5
— Fire Release Mastery: Level 3
— Taijutsu Mastery: Level 3
— Genjutsu Mastery: Level 2
— Shurikenjutsu Mastery: Level 1]
[Ninjutsu: Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Nail Crimson, Body Flicker Technique…]
[Evaluation – A: A Jonin specialized in Dojutsu, fully capable of leading a tactical squad on high-level missions.]
[Remaining Attribute Points: 0]
…
“So my evaluation rating rising to ‘A’ means I’ve officially reached the Jonin level?!”
Shingen’s eyes gleamed with undisguised excitement.
Based on the information he had gathered thus far, a ‘B’ evaluation on his Check-In System panel represented a Chunin, while an ‘A’ represented a Jonin.
As for even stronger existences, he logically guessed they would be classified as ‘S’ or perhaps even ‘SS’.
Within the entirety of Konoha, he estimated that only a sparse handful of people—including the Hokage himself—could possibly reach that terrifying tier.
That was combat power that completely transcended the limits of conventional shinobi, powerful enough to single-handedly dictate the tides of an entire war.
Even though he was still quite a distance away from that realm right now, Shingen firmly believed that as long as he was given enough time to clock in, he was absolutely destined to grow to that level in the future.
However, looking at it for now, being perceived as a Chunin on the surface while secretly possessing the lethal true strength of a Jonin was more than enough to comfortably survive the political currents within Konoha.
The massive thrill of his power-up gradually faded.
After a simple wash, Shingen crawled into bed.
Over the following few days.
Shingen’s daily life didn’t experience any massive changes.
Everything went just as usual.
He enthusiastically clocked in for work during the day, unapologetically slacked off to fervently discuss their new book launch with Jiraiya, and went home at night to treat himself to a lavish meal as a reward.
…
Deep within the subterranean Root Base.
Danzo’s face was ashen with rage.
He glared murderously at the several Root shinobi half-kneeling before him.
“It has been seven days!”
“An entire seven days!
And not only have you completely failed to decipher the encrypted conversations between Jiraiya and Uchiha Shingen, but you haven’t even managed to secure a single opportunity to make solo contact with Shingen?!”