“Alright, next group, Uchiha Ryosuke, Senju Nawaki, begin.” Gekko Kado announced.
“Yosh!
It’s my turn to show off.” Nawaki rubbed his hands together, a confident smile on his face.
He stepped forward, looking at Ryosuke, and said, “This time, the victor will definitely be me.” Ryosuke also walked out, looking confident.
“It seems you’ve learned a new Ninjutsu.
However, I’m not bad either.” Ryosuke and Nawaki both belonged to the type in their class who were average in theoretical knowledge but superior in combat ability.
For the past two years, they had been fixed sparring partners, and there was a sense of “bond” between them.
If Ryosuke hadn’t known that Madara was still alive and Indra hadn’t reincarnated yet, he would have suspected that he was destined to be entangled with Nawaki, like Indra and Asura.
Fortunately, he wasn’t possessed by Indra.
He was still a clean and pure Ryosuke.
“Then let’s begin!” Nawaki reached into his ninja tool pouch with both hands, and threw three Shuriken at Ryosuke.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
He then pulled out a Kunai with his right hand, held it in front of him, and charged forward in a crouch.
Ryosuke held a Kunai in his right hand and swiped it a few times in front of him, and with a few clangs, he deflected all the incoming Shuriken, creating sparks in the air.
Nawaki wasn’t surprised, he had long experienced Ryosuke’s strength in Taijutsu.
He watched Ryosuke rush straight towards him when he suddenly encountered a crimson expanse, like a thick red cloth covering his eyes.
“What is this?
Hmm…” Nawaki’s expression became blank, and his steps slowed down.
He took two or three steps, losing his momentum, and then knelt on the grass.
“What’s going on?
Why did Nawaki kneel down?” “Yeah, what’s he doing?” “Is it a new combat method, the legendary feigning weakness?” “No.
Look at Ryosuke’s eyes.” Shikaku widened his eyes, staring in astonishment at Ryosuke’s scarlet eyes.
Eyes?
The students looked over at the sound, and all were greatly surprised.
They saw that Ryosuke’s eyes were crimson and dotted with a single tomoe, faintly glowing—Sharingan!
Everyone knew what these eyes were.
Even a Single Tomoe Sharingan meant a genius.
Mikoto, being from the Uchiha Clan, was even more surprised.
She had never heard Ryosuke mention that he had awakened his Sharingan.
“Sharingan, huh…
So Nawaki was caught in a Genjutsu?
Even the most basic Single Tomoe can cast Genjutsu?
What a terrifying Kekkei Genkai.” Gekko Kado, observing, couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of apprehension.
Ryosuke, however, showed no trace of smugness or arrogance on his face.
After all, he had awakened his Sharingan two years ago.
That’s right, at the moment of his transmigration, the outburst of double the mental power resulted in the awakening of a Single Tomoe Sharingan.
He was only ten years old at that time.
To avoid drawing attention or suspicion, he carefully concealed his Sharingan.
Then he focused on training his body, and increasing his Chakra.
Now, having extracted his first Special Eye, he revealed his Sharingan for the first time.
Clearly, a Single Tomoe Sharingan was not yet enough to cast visual Genjutsu.
Ryosuke was currently using the Special Eye he had drawn from the system, a very “evil” and very “perverted” eye.
Nawaki, as the last male heir of the Senju Clan on the surface, had received elite education since childhood, so he naturally knew he was under a Genjutsu.
He tried to break it by disrupting his Chakra as he had learned, but he couldn’t.
A strong yet peaceful love filled his heart.
He looked at his stomach with eyes full of love, and his stomach actually swelled up.
He gently stroked his stomach, a warm smile on his face and whispered softly, “Baby, hurry and be born.
Mommy can’t wait to meet you.” Baby?
Mommy?
What in the world is going on?!
The students were all stunned, their mouths wide open.
“What kind of Genjutsu is this?
A Genjutsu that makes one believe they are pregnant?” Gekko Kado felt a chill run down his spine after imagining himself in that situation.
If one were to fall for such a Genjutsu on the battlefield, the enemy wouldn’t even need to kill them, they would die of embarrassment.
Nawaki was oblivious to the real world, still immersed in the illusory maternal love.
He felt his child was about to be born, eager to embrace this beautiful world.
Suddenly, Nawaki felt his belly rapidly expand and then burst open as a pink infant rolled out.
After landing, it smiled at Nawaki, saying, “Mommy, I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.” Fire shot from the infant’s butt, and it ascended like a rocket, soaring high.
Nawaki was stunned for a moment, then sorrow erupted.
He prostrated himself on the ground, hands to the sky, and cried out in agony, “No!
My child!
No!” Gekko Kado couldn’t bear to watch.
He quickly ran over and used his Chakra to release Nawaki from the Genjutsu.
“No…
Huh?
Ugh!” Nawaki froze, realizing that his classmates were all looking at him with expressions of shame and embarrassment.
He suddenly recalled what he had just experienced, and with a whoosh, his entire body turned stiffened.
He had only one thought—let this world be destroyed, there’s nothing left to cherish.
Gekko Kado patted Nawaki’s shoulder with great sympathy and comforted him, “Nawaki, you go rest for a bit.” Nawaki nodded blankly, then leaned against a tree trunk and sat down.
All the students were terrified, and their gazes towards Ryosuke held a hint of disgust, as if looking at a pervert.
After all, what normal person would develop such a Genjutsu, one that makes people pregnant?
Ryosuke touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed himself.
He hadn’t expected the eye drawn from the system to be so powerful.
“The Genjutsu you just used, did you develop it yourself?” Gekko Kado asked seriously.
Although the Genjutsu just now seemed a bit perverted, its effect was extremely strong, and it was unseen and unheard of, so it could only have been developed by Ryosuke himself.
A twelve-year-old rookie who hasn’t graduated, possessing a Single Tomoe Sharingan, and having developed a Genjutsu—that’s truly remarkable.
“Hmm, I guess so.” Ryosuke replied vaguely.
“What’s its name?” Gekko Kado asked again.
Ryosuke said, “It’s a technique I tried randomly, it’s not mature yet, so I haven’t named it.” “Alright, then you step down.
Next group, come up.” Ryosuke stepped back.
He didn’t have the courage or the nerve to openly shout out the name of this eye—Eye of Pregnancy.