Awakening the Sharingan

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Uchiha Renzo couldn't deny it—he was seriously craving those psychic abilities and all the cool moves that came with them.

Especially Teleportation.

In some ways, it was even more powerful than the Fourth Hokage's Flying Thunder God technique. Having a move like that would mean an insane survival advantage when it really mattered.

"Leaving teleportation aside for now, are you sure Espeon can learn Heal Pulse? I swear I remember it couldn't."

Eevee tilted its head, doubtful.

"Is that really the point?"

Uchiha Renzo rolled his eyes. "It's a Psychic-type move, and you've already merged with my mental energy. In the future, you'll probably be able to integrate even more of your own psychic power."

"Learning it isn't impossible, right? You're not just a regular Eevee—you were a human! Don't lower our standards, man."

"You got a point there!"

Eevee grinned sheepishly before seriously considering, "Espeon really does seem like a great choice! But…"

Eevee suddenly shot a sharp glare at Renzo and scoffed, "You're forgetting something important—Espeon evolves through strong bonds with its trainer. And guess what? I don't have a trainer. So how am I supposed to evolve?"

Renzo pointed at himself. "How about me?"

Eevee: "Do I look stupid to you? 😒"

"Ahaha! Yeah, fair enough!"

Renzo laughed awkwardly before suggesting, "Then you'll have to figure out where we are and find a strong, reliable trainer as soon as possible."

"Got it."

Eevee waved a paw dismissively. "Let's call it a day for now! I'm heading out—I don't even know what's happening with my actual body while we're in this space."

With that, Eevee focused its thoughts and vanished from the mysterious dimension.

That's right—this was just a special mental space. Neither of them knew why their consciousnesses could fully manifest here, but whether it was Eevee or Renzo, they both understood this wasn't reality.

"Yeah, I should head back too."

Realizing Eevee had a point, Renzo willed himself out of the space as well.

The moment he returned to reality, a powerful energy surged through his body. It spread gently, fusing into his mind and physique.

Instantly, he felt his mental strength skyrocket. His chakra reserves also exploded in volume, jumping from the level of a regular Genin to that of a Chūnin.

At the same time, new knowledge flooded his mind—his newly acquired skills: Tackle, Tail Whip, Growl, Helping Hand, and the inherited move Wish. Plus, his Hidden Ability: Anticipation.

After stretching and moving around in the courtyard, Renzo realized his nerve reflexes and balance had improved drastically. Even his recovery speed had probably increased, though he'd need intense training to confirm it.

Returning to the living room, he reviewed the skills in his mind and couldn't help but complain, "Most of these are pretty lame, except for Helping Hand and Wish. What am I supposed to do with the others?"

Tackle? He wasn't about to go headbutting enemies like an idiot.

Tail Whip? Yeah, right. He didn't even have a tail. And even if he did, he sure as hell wouldn't wag it like some kind of fool.

Growl? Even dumber.

"Looks like I'll have to modify these into something actually useful."

Resting his chin on his hand, Renzo started brainstorming. "Tackle could be integrated into my Taijutsu strikes or swordplay. Tail Whip! Could I replicate it using my arms or sword feints?"

"Wait… wasn't that exactly what that 'Eternal Genin' Kosuke used in Konoha-Style Kenjutsu: Willow?"

"That might actually work! Worth a try!"

"As for Growl… it's a sound-based attack, right?"

The more he thought about it, the more he realized these moves weren't completely useless after all.

Helping Hand and Wish, though?

One boosted the next attack's power by 50%, and the other healed injuries.

Both were incredibly useful.

"But more importantly… this!"

Renzo stepped in front of his bedroom mirror, closed his eyes, then snapped them open.

A pair of blood-red irises stared back at him, each eye holding two jet-black tomoe.

That's right—after merging with Eevee's psychic power, his Sharingan had awakened naturally.

And not just a single tomoe—it jumped straight to two!

"Interesting… seems like as long as my mental energy is strong enough, unlocking the Sharingan isn't actually that hard. This connection is definitely worth investigating further."

He reached up, touching his eye socket thoughtfully.

Everything around him looked sharper than ever before. Even the dust particles floating in the sunbeams were crystal clear.

Opening and closing his Sharingan felt like shifting between two completely different worlds.

After testing out his vision and adjusting to the abilities, Renzo finally deactivated it.

"Half an hour of use drained about one-twentieth of my chakra. Not bad."

Estimating his chakra reserves, he nodded in satisfaction.

Of course, that was just the basic visual perception mode. Using Genjutsu or the copying abilities might have different energy requirements.

He'd need real combat testing to figure that out.

Shortly after, Renzo left the house and headed toward a secluded training ground at the village's edge. There, he began his physical training, familiarizing himself with his newly enhanced strength.

Then, he moved on to modifying his skills.

Thankfully, Eevee had already trained with these moves for three months, making them fairly advanced in proficiency.

That meant Renzo inherited them at a high level too, making the adaptation process much easier.

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"Let's try that!!"

Boom!!

Channeling the energy of Tackle into his fist, Renzo punched forward, generating a shockwave of force. It felt as though the very air was splitting apart in front of his fist, sending dirt and dust flying.

At the same time, he noticed a small but noticeable drop in stamina.

"It actually worked!!"

Excitement flashed across his face—his theory was right!

If he could apply this principle to all his moves, he could essentially craft his own set of Pokémon-Ninjutsu hybrid techniques.

And that was just using regular stamina. What would happen if he infused it with chakra?

His mind buzzed with possibilities.

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