Eye of Pregnancy!
What an evil eye.
The most abominable thing is that it is not merely a genjutsu, but a technique that can genuinely make people pregnant, and the target is not limited by gender.
It’s effect varies in strength depending on the amount of Chakra used during its activation.
If less Chakra is used, the technique’s power is weak, and it remains merely a genjutsu.
If more Chakra is used, the technique’s power becomes strong, capable of twisting natural laws and transforming the illusory into reality, making the target truly pregnant.
‘Huh?
If Nawaki gave birth, wouldn’t I become a father, and Nawaki a mother?’ Ryosuke’s hair stood on end, his skin covered in goosebumps.
Such a thing was too terrifying, just thinking about it made him feel disgusted.
If it were Nawaki’s older sister, that would be another matter entirely.
Ryosuke stated he would definitely go all out and offer his heartfelt assistance.
‘However, if the Eye of Pregnancy were transferred to Madara, he should be very happy and accept it readily.
Let Madara hit Hashirama with it, and have them bear a child together, wouldn’t all problems then be easily resolved?
If there’s family conflict, having one child is enough.
If not, then have two.’ The corners of Ryosuke’s lips curved upward, revealing an evil smile.
He felt this plan had great potential, as the highest form of compromise was marriage.
Why was Sasuke wandering outside the village decades later, not returning home?
Wasn’t it because he couldn’t get married to Naruto?
Indra and Asura becoming one would naturally resolve all problems.
While Ryosuke was lost in thought, someone poked his shoulder.
He turned around and saw a face, smiling sweetly at him—it was Mikoto.
Ryosuke’s mood brightened and he asked with a smile, “What’s wrong?” Mikoto said, “Congratulations, you’ve awakened your Sharingan.” Ryosuke said, “It’s just a One Tomoe Sharingan, nothing worth mentioning.
I believe you’ll awaken your Sharingan very soon too.” “Mm-hmm.
Now that you have the Sharingan, you should get better assistance from the clan.” Mikoto wasn’t too concerned about herself, she was more worried about Ryosuke.
“Maybe, but none of that matters now.
We’re about to graduate and become ninjas.” Ryosuke said, hands in his pockets.
Incidentally, he was an orphan.
His parents were killed years ago while on a mission outside the village.
Their bodies were brought back, cremated, and buried.
This means that in the future, when Ryosuke awakens his Mangekyo Sharingan, he has no chance to get another pair of Mangekyo Sharingan from his parents to fuse them to get an Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
Ryosuke wasn’t worried at all.
With a system, how could he possibly blind himself?
Moreover, he might not even need to use the Mangekyo Sharingan.
The eyes drawn from the system alone were already powerful enough to defy logic.
The Eye of Pregnancy is absurd but you cannot deny that it is very powerful.
If it comes out of nowhere, even Madara wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
Ryosuke asked, “We’re about to graduate, does your grandfather have any arrangements?” Mikoto replied, “I’ll probably be assigned to a team with the clan’s elite senpais, who will lead and guide us.
Do you want to join as well?” Ryosuke waved his hand, saying nonchalantly, “No need.
That’s too much trouble.
I’ll just leave it to Hokage-sama to arrange, and with my strength and the clan crest behind me, I won’t be assigned a bad teacher.” Ryosuke and Mikoto watched the group-by-group combat training like indifferent bystanders, whispering and chatting, as if nothing concerned them.
Nawaki felt wronged.
He had suffered an accidental pregnancy and now, the culprit was acting as if nothing had happened, chatting unrestrainedly with Mikoto.
The more Nawaki thought about it, the angrier and more wronged he felt.
He decided to teach this scumbag a lesson.
He stealthily circled behind his classmates, making a wide detour, and sneaking up behind Ryosuke.
He crouched down and formed a Tiger Seal with his hands.
After aiming at Ryosuke’s butt, he prepared to thrust.
Smack!
The raised fingers were firmly grasped by Ryosuke’s right hand, unable to thrust further.
Ryosuke wore a mischievous smile, asking knowingly, “Nawaki, what are you stealthily trying to do?” “Ahaha…
Nothing, I just found a mosquito and was chasing it away.” Nawaki explained awkwardly.
He thought, ‘Damn it, he noticed that.
I was so close to succeeding.’ “Is that so?
Thank you, defeated Nawaki.” Ryosuke released his hand to let Nawaki stand up.
Nawaki’s face flushed, and veins bulged on his forehead, arguing, “What do you mean defeated?
I was just careless and that was in practice, can that count as a loss?” His numerous excuses made Ryosuke burst into laughter.
Mikoto covered her mouth and chuckled.
She loved her time at school, especially when she was with Ryosuke.
It was always so relaxed, unlike the lingering oppression in the clan compound that made her feel uncomfortable.
“Alright, all combat training is complete.
Those who won, don’t be arrogant.
Those who lost, don’t be sad.
I’ve already pointed out your respective issues.
For the next two days of rest, I want all of you to reflect and train properly, understood?” Gekko Kado stood in the middle shouting at the students around him.
“Understood!” Over twenty students responded in unison.
“Very good.
Now, you can all go home, dismissed!” Gekko Kado waved his hand.
The students quickly ran off in groups of three or five.
“Ryosuke, do you want to come to my house for dinner?” “No, it’s not good to always go.
I still have instant noodles at home.
For dinner tonight, that will be fine.” “Alright then.
If you get hungry, be sure to come to my house, okay?” “Mm-hmm, don’t worry, I definitely will.” ‘Damn it, they’re treating me like an outsider!’ Nawaki interjected, “Me?
I’m going home to ask nee-san how to defend against Sharingan genjutsu.
Just you wait, Ryosuke, next time we practice, I’ll definitely be the one to win.” “Oh, really?
You’ll have to work hard then.” Ryosuke replied perfunctorily.
‘Damn it!
Next time, I’ll definitely make you look bad!’ Nawaki, holding back his anger, said goodbye to Ryosuke and Mikoto, then ran back to the empty Senju Clan compound.
As soon as he entered the house and reached the courtyard, he saw Tsunade sitting on the outer veranda, eating snacks and sipping tea.
Nawaki was pleasantly surprised.
He immediately said, “Nee-san, quickly teach me how to deal with Sharingan genjutsu.” At this time, Tsunade was only twenty-two years old, in the prime of her youth.
Although her chest was not as magnificent as it would later become, it was still quite impressive.
Tsunade asked, “Why do you want to learn this?” Nawaki then recounted his experience in detail, which surprised Tsunade somewhat.
She confirmed, “You’re saying that Uchiha Clan brat, with just a One Tomoe Sharingan, could use genjutsu and defeat you?” Nawaki blushed, saying, “Wasn’t it just carelessness?
I didn’t expect him to be able to use genjutsu with his eyes.” Tsunade put her hands on her hips, and said, “It seems my training for you usually isn’t strict enough.
How dare you lose to someone from the Uchiha Clan?
Get down here, I’m going to train you properly today.” “Huh?” Nawaki was stunned for a moment.
He recalled those terrifying times of being dominated by his elder sister.
“Hmm?” Tsunade’s eyes narrowed into a glare, which startled Nawaki.
He quickly scrambled and rolled into the courtyard, ready to receive Tsunade’s “fist of love.” Soon, the courtyard was filled with wails.