A vast amount of information about this new technique rapidly flooded into Shinsuke’s mind.
Shinsuke quickly grasped the structure of this new jutsu.
In simple terms, this technique was quite similar to the Hyūga clan’s “Caged Bird Seal”—both used formulas that acted directly on the target to achieve deep-level control.
For now, although Pakura had already given her body to him, people’s hearts could change.
To be safe, it was better to completely control her with the slave mark.
So Shinsuke reached out and pulled Pakura, who was tidying up the scene, into his arms.
“Ah!” Pakura was caught off guard and let out a soft cry, then looked up at him with a mix of shame and annoyance: “You…
you want more?”
“Lie down on the bed and open your mind!”
Pakura was startled for a moment, but ultimately complied and lay down flat.
Then Shinsuke placed his hand on her smooth lower abdomen.
“Yin Sealing Art: Slave Mark!”
Chakra surged from his palm, slowly seeping into Pakura’s body.
Fine red patterns gradually emerged on the skin of her lower abdomen, eventually converging into a heart-shaped mark.
With a slight focus, Shinsuke was able to quickly sense Pakura’s current emotions—shame and annoyance.
“What is this?” Pakura asked, looking at the mark that had suddenly appeared on her lower abdomen, somewhat embarrassed.
“This is a mark to control you.
As long as you obey me obediently, it won’t affect you at all.”
Pakura said nothing.
Shinsuke formed hand seals and directly activated the technique.
Immediately, the jutsu took effect.
Pakura suddenly collapsed onto the tatami.
“Mmm~!”
Lightning-nature chakra surged incessantly—that was his “punishment.”
It was a long while before she propped herself up on the edge of the bed and slowly rose, glaring at Shinsuke with hatred: “You!”
Using the slave mark, Shinsuke immediately read her emotion: fear.
He smiled, then said, “That was only the lowest level of punishment.
Rest assured, as long as you obey me in everything from now on, I won’t use this against you.”
Pakura lowered her eyes and said no more.
She knew that she had now fallen completely under Shinsuke’s control.
From this moment on, she was no longer her own master.
Shinsuke looked away from her and took out another faintly glowing card from his robes.
[Bloodline Upgrade Card]
“Use.”
The card in his hand slowly disappeared.
The next moment, a burning heat rose from deep within his eyes.
His Sharingan manifested automatically, its three tomoe spinning wildly, chasing and colliding with one another, until at last they completely merged into one.
A new pattern slowly took shape in his pupils.
Mangekyō Sharingan!
Pain followed swiftly, as if thousands of needles were piercing his eyes.
An intense surge of chakra radiated from his pupils throughout his body, washing over every meridian, every fiber of muscle.
Shinsuke closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the world was completely different.
The complete inheritance of Susano’o naturally emerged in his mind.
In addition, two exclusive ocular techniques were etched into his consciousness like instinct.
[Left Eye · Yomotsu]
Carries an independent Yomotsu dimension within itself.
After dragging an enemy into it, the space continuously erodes the opponent’s body, severely suppressing their taijutsu, ninjutsu, and reaction speed.
It was his domain, his home ground.
[Right Eye · Tokitsumori]
Rewinds time back by five seconds, but only for oneself.
Shinsuke stared at the names of these two ocular techniques, his brow furrowing slightly.
There was no doubt that space-time ninjutsu were extremely powerful.
Minato’s Flying Thunder God and Obito’s Kamui were both prime examples of space-time ninjutsu, and both had risen to prominence because of them.
His own newly awakened techniques were also space-based.
Yomotsu was a powerful spatial ninjutsu.
As for Tokitsumori…
Although it was a mysterious time-based ninjutsu, it could only rewind five seconds, and only for himself.
While it could prove useful in certain situations, its limitations were ultimately too great.
He let out a light sigh and turned to check his status panel:
[Host: Uchiha Shinsuke
Kekkei Genkai: Mangekyō Sharingan
Chakra Natures: Fire, Lightning, Yin
Ninjutsu: Transformation Technique (E), Substitution Technique (E), Clone Technique (E), Body Flicker Technique (D), Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (C), Lightning Release: Earth Flow (C), Fire Release: Ash Concealment (C), Yin Release: Heart Divergence (S), Yin Sealing Art: Slave Mark (S)
Ocular Techniques: Susano’o, Yomotsu, Tokitsumori
Remaining Draw Attempts: 1]
He stared at that last line, and an idea suddenly came to him.
To test his theory, Shinsuke directly commanded with his mind: “Draw!”
As the thought flashed, the familiar draw wheel appeared.
[D-Rank Reward 40%, C-Rank Reward 50%, B-Rank Reward 10%]
The wheel spun several times before slowly stopping.
[Ding!
Congratulations, host, on obtaining D-Rank Reward: Special Explosive Tags ×10.]
Looking at the explosive tags that had suddenly appeared in his hands, Shinsuke curled his lip.
His luck was terrible—he had actually drawn the lowest D-rank reward.
After muttering a few complaints to himself, Shinsuke didn’t dare delay and immediately activated his ocular technique to test his hypothesis.
“Tokitsumori!”
His Mangekyō rapidly consumed ocular power, and a stabbing pain shot through his eye sockets.
But he had no time to worry about that as he looked down at his palm.
The ten special explosive tags he had just drawn had all vanished into thin air.
He immediately switched back to the system panel.
[Remaining Draw Attempts: 1]
It’s back!
Even the system’s data…
could be rewound five seconds?
What did that mean?
It meant he could draw repeatedly, rewind repeatedly, and infinitely farm rewards!
As long as he had enough ocular power, he could draw endlessly until he got a reward he was satisfied with!
But he didn’t draw again immediately.
The current reward pool only went up to B-rank, so it was better to wait until the clan prosperity increased and the reward pool upgraded, then use Tokitsumori to farm for higher-tier rewards.
That would be the real game-changer.
Next, there was only one thing left: running for clan head.
…
Two days later.
Naka Shrine.
This was the sacred site passed down through generations of the Uchiha clan, first built in the late Warring States period by the founding clan head and his clansmen with their own hands.
At that time, the Ninshū had just been established, and the Uchiha had not yet joined Konoha—this shrine served as the clan’s faith and spiritual anchor.
Later, when Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju joined hands to found Konoha, Naka Shrine was also relocated here.
The shrine was constructed entirely of dark timber, its color growing deeper over decades of wind and rain.
At each end of the eaves hung a three-tomoe copper bell, its chime faint when the wind passed.
In the center of the main hall stood a wooden statue of the Sage of Six Paths, his expression compassionate as he looked down upon all beings.
On the stone platform before the statue rested a weathered stele, its inscription ancient, said to require the Sharingan to decipher.
This was the place where the Uchiha convened clan meetings, honored their ancestors, and decided the clan’s fate.
Tonight, dozens of stone lanterns were lit around the shrine.
Their flickering flames reflected the clan emblem on the pillars—that crimson fan.
There was still a quarter of an hour before the clan meeting began, and the shrine was already filled with people inside and out.
Shinsuke made his way up the approach path.
“Lord Shinsuke!”
“It’s Shinsuke!”
Clansmen greeted him all along the way.
Some bowed, some waved, and some even crowded over with their children, just so the little ones could see the “Hero Who Ended the War” with their own eyes.
Shinsuke nodded in response to each of them.
He knew very well where this enthusiasm came from.
Half a month ago, he had led three hundred Uchiha clansmen on an expedition against Sunagakure.
Not only had everyone returned alive, but each person had also received four to five million ryō in spoils—enough for an ordinary ninja family to live comfortably.
In this era, the clan head who could win battles, bring wealth to his brothers, and put real silver and gold into every household’s hands—that was the clan head the clansmen truly wanted.
Shinsuke stepped into the main hall.
The hall was bright with candlelight, and the three clan elders were already seated at the head.
The white-haired elder in the center was Uchiha Sōen, the most senior elder in the clan.
Seeing Shinsuke enter, Sōen raised his hand and beckoned:
“Shinsuke, come to the front.
Tonight, the new clan head will be chosen from between you and Fugaku.”
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