Chapter 137

"Corpse Melting——"

Uchiha Fugaku activated his left eye's pupil technique, initiating the melting process of the Uchiha clan member's body.

As the body dissolved, a special biological tissue was formed.

This tissue split into two strands, with one fusing into the cells of his left eye and the other into his right eye.

A refreshing, cool sensation washed over him, like submerging in cool water on a hot summer day.

After a short while, the corpse melting was complete, and the soothing sensation faded.

Fugaku closed his eyes briefly, focusing on the changes.

The consumption of pupil power during the use of his technique made it difficult to gauge the overall increase in his pupil power, but one thing was clear—his vision had improved.

The clarity of his sight was sharper than ever before.

"It's subtle, but significant," Fugaku muttered, realizing that the enhancement was akin to upgrading from a 300x magnification lens to 320x.

This insight confirmed that after smelting the body of an Uchiha clan member, his Mangekyō Sharingan had received a boost in overall capability.

More importantly, it reaffirmed his theory: smelting the corpses of those with Uchiha bloodline could eventually evolve his eyes into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Let's continue."

Without hesitation, he unsealed another body from the scroll.

The second.

The third.

The fourth.

The fifth.

The sixth.

One by one, the bodies of the Uchiha clan members were smelted. With each one, the improvement in his vision became more pronounced.

By the time he finished, his Mangekyō Sharingan had reached a new level of clarity. He could now perceive the tiniest details, such as a speck of dust on the farthest wall of the basement.

Despite the substantial enhancement, one disappointment remained.

"It's still not enough to evolve into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan," Fugaku sighed.

The six Uchiha clan members he had smelted had limited potential. The strongest among them had only awakened a two-tomoe Sharingan, and their bloodline concentration was insufficient for his needs.

"If I want the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, I'll need Shisui's eyes."

A cold glint flashed in Fugaku's gaze. The thought of killing Uchiha Shisui—an ungrateful traitor—and using his bloodline to evolve his own Sharingan filled him with determination.

In another part of Konoha, a lone figure walked the bustling streets.

The woman was tall and slender, with magatama earrings dangling from her ears. Her confident stride exuded a sense of purpose, and her expression carried a sharp, almost predatory air.

Unlike ordinary visitors, she hadn't entered Konoha through the official gates. Instead, she had slipped past the formidable detection barrier surrounding the village—a feat few could accomplish.

"Konoha has changed a lot," she murmured, her lips curling into a wry smile.

The streets and buildings bore little resemblance to the village she once knew. Over the years, many structures had been rebuilt, and new roads had appeared.

The woman made her way toward a sparsely populated area. The streets became narrower, and the number of pedestrians thinned out.

Eventually, she entered a narrow alley that led to an abandoned house.

Once inside, she summoned a small snake, slipping a note into its mouth.

The snake slithered into the ground and disappeared, leaving her alone to wait.

About half an hour later, a young man cautiously entered the alley.

He had white hair tied back into a ponytail and wore glasses. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes scanned his surroundings warily.

When he stepped into the abandoned house and saw the woman, he stopped abruptly, his expression tinged with suspicion.

"Who are you?" he asked cautiously.

The woman smirked, her voice taking on a familiar, raspy tone.

"Kabuto, don't you recognize me?"

The hoarse voice was cold and playful, carrying an unmistakable familiarity.

The young man's eyes widened in shock.

"You're… Lord Orochimaru!"

His surprise quickly turned to awe as he realized the woman before him was none other than Orochimaru, his master.

The transformation was seamless, and Kabuto understood that this was no ordinary disguise or ninjutsu. It was likely the result of a forbidden technique Orochimaru had been perfecting.

"Lord Orochimaru, what brings you back to Konoha?"

Kabuto bowed respectfully, his tone deferential.

"I had a deal with Shimura Danzo," Orochimaru replied nonchalantly, his voice carrying an air of indifference. "But when the agreed time arrived, he failed to show. I decided to enter the village myself to see what's going on."

Hearing Danzo's name, a flicker of resentment crossed Kabuto's face.

As a former member of Root, Kabuto harbored a deep hatred for Danzo Shimura.

After a moment, he adjusted his expression, replacing the anger with a practiced smile.

"Lord Orochimaru, I'm afraid your deal with Shimura Danzo will no longer be possible."

"Oh?" Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Just a few days ago, there was an incident at Root," Kabuto explained. "All the Tongue Suppression Seals that Danzo-sama placed on his subordinates disappeared, and Danzo himself has gone missing."

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed, his expression turning thoughtful.

The disappearance of the Tongue Suppression Seal could only mean one thing.

Danzo was dead.

"Interesting…" Orochimaru's lips curved into a sinister smile.

"Shimura Danzo, cautious as he was, couldn't escape death in the end."

(End of this chapter)

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