Surging waves of water covered the ground beneath Shisui’s feet, rising up to his thighs.
Beneath the water dragon, a whirlpool materialized out of thin air, generating a powerful suction force that forced Shisui to channel Chakra into the soles of his feet just to keep his footing.
And through Shisui’s Two-Tomoe Sharingan, the inner workings of that violent water dragon revealed monstrous details.
The dragon was composed of countless tiny, razor-sharp blades of water!
If it struck a flesh-and-blood body, a person would instantly be ground into fine mince…
Stranger still, Aomizu stood atop the water dragon completely unscathed.
Tobirama Senju’s expression had turned stiff.
Others might not recognize this technique, but he knew it better than anyone.
“Water Style: Water Dragon Biting Explosion…” It was one of his most lethal Water Style jutsu!
*Where on earth did this brat steal my technique from?!* A moment later, however, Tobirama Senju calmed his mind and began carefully analyzing Aomizu’s deficiencies from a purely technical standpoint.
From his initial sealed state to his present shock, Tobirama had adjusted his mindset, coming to accept Aomizu’s strange, Tobirama-like talent.
“Such advanced shape transformation and nature transformation of Water-attribute Chakra…” Shisui swallowed with difficulty, observing the flow of Aomizu’s Chakra.
“And that scale of Chakra…” Even though Shisui had awakened the Two-Tomoe Sharingan, constrained by his six-year-old body, he was still just a child.
Unleashing the full force of his imperfect Sage Body’s Chakra combined with the raw majesty of Tobirama Senju’s Water Style, Aomizu’s display held a distinct flavor of a Kage.
Shisui forced himself to look up, gazing at Aomizu, who stood atop the water dragon’s head with arms crossed.
In his ears, the scolding voices of the elders in the Uchiha academy inexplicably echoed.
“Hmph.
Today’s history lesson is on Tobirama Senju…” “That man was despicable and insidious, resorting to any means necessary for victory, with zero moral integrity!” “However…” “He was indeed a formidable opponent.
With just Water Style and Genjutsu alone, he could suppress any Three-Tomoe Uchiha…
And after he developed the Flying Thunder God, even Lord Izuna was no match for him…” “Ah, Tobirama Senju!” Aomizu’s silhouette grew blurry in Shisui’s eyes, almost overlapping with the face of the Second Hokage on Hokage Rock.
Is this a Genjutsu?
Shisui was stunned, staring blankly at Aomizu.
Aomizu slowly dispelled the technique, smiling as he ruffled Shisui’s soaked hair.
“Water Style: Water Dragon Biting Explosion, the signature technique of the Second Hokage.
It’s a decent jutsu.” “Even for me, using it takes a bit of effort…” Hearing Aomizu’s odd humility, Shisui felt like complaining, but while enjoying the gentle headpat, his little face flushed red.
[From opponent target Shisui Uchiha: You have obtained Genjutsu Talent (Shisui Version)!] Hearing the robotic tone, Aomizu paused slightly.
*Just Genjutsu talent?* Then he recalled that system rewards were directly linked to the opponent’s strength, and he understood.
A six-year-old Shisui, no matter how extraordinary his talent, simply had limited raw strength at the moment.
Aomizu didn’t dwell on the reward.
His eyes softened, and he gently took Shisui’s small hand, his tone laced with apology.
“I’m sorry, Shisui.
I haven’t paid enough attention to you lately…
From now on, this won’t happen again.” Feeling the familiar warmth in his palm, Shisui felt a wave of comfort, though he asked in confusion, “Why would you say that, Brother…” Aomizu had never neglected him.
Shisui had always felt he was the happiest younger brother in the Uchiha Clan.
“You awakened your Sharingan, Shisui.” Aomizu sighed softly, staring at the tomoe that had yet to fade from Shisui’s eyes.
He said gravely, “Awakening the Sharingan requires intense emotional trauma…” “You’re just a six-year-old kid.
Given your disposition, since I haven’t met with any tragedy and you haven’t experienced war…” “Where could that emotional trigger have come from?” Aomizu squeezed Shisui’s hand firmly and said with deep feeling: “It could only be the conflict between the village and our clan.
At six years old, you may possess unmatched talent, but a mountain-like responsibility isn’t something you should have to bear.” “And I, as your older brother, failed to notice it in time, letting my beloved brother suffer under such pressure until he awakened his eyes.” Aomizu’s brows furrowed, his mouth curving into a bitter smile.
“Shisui, tell me…
haven’t I failed as a brother?” Shisui frantically shook his head, but before he could argue, Aomizu carried on: “However, that ends today, Shisui.” “Since you worry about the clan and the village to such an extent, then as your older brother, I will carry this burden for you.” “I won’t fail you again.
This time, please forgive me, Shisui.” Aomizu poked Shisui’s forehead and looked earnestly into his eyes.
Shisui’s eyes were already brimmed with tears, which welled up and burst forth the moment Aomizu said “forgive me”!
[From opponent target Shisui Uchiha: You have obtained the reward: Two-Tomoe Sharingan!] [From opponent target Shisui Uchiha: You have obtained the special talent: Uchiha’s Love (Shisui)!] [Uchiha’s Love (Shisui): The opponent target Shisui’s heart has been completely captured by your actions.
His obsession and loyalty toward you cannot be rewritten by any technique.] Shisui’s emotions had been hit with a critical strike, prompting a continuous barrage of system chime notifications.
Judging by the rewards, Aomizu’s self-reproachful speech had practically bled Shisui dry of everything he had to offer.
The Two-Tomoe Sharingan was already the best thing six-year-old Shisui could possibly yield.
And the special talent Uchiha’s Love clearly expressed Shisui’s overwhelming emotion at this moment.
Aomizu gently wiped away Shisui’s tears and said softly, “What are you crying for?
No crying.” “Come on.
Let’s go buy groceries.
I promised to make you my secret-recipe grilled fish tonight.” Hearing this, Shisui’s tears threatened to burst out again, but recalling Aomizu’s command not to cry, he desperately held them back, looking utterly hilarious.
Even a genius of the Uchiha Clan would always remain an innocent child in the face of an older brother’s gentle tenderness.
Yet Shisui could never have imagined that in this moment, Aomizu was lamenting regretfully in his heart: *My little brother, it seems I still need to help you grow stronger…* *Such a moving speech, yet weak as you are, pouring out your absolute all only yielded a Two-Tomoe Sharingan as a reward…* *Keep your eyes on my back as your goal, and train furiously for my sake along the path of the Sharingan and Genjutsu!* At that thought, Aomizu turned to look at the disheveled Shisui and smiled gently, adding in his mind: *As your reward, I promise you a happy life…*