Chapter 68: Dead Three Days, Still Talking Tough

In Uchiha Miao's sealed memories, six years ago, during the clan grounds attack, Uchiha Gin awakened the Uchiha's legendary eyes in despair.

Overusing them caused a backlash of pupil power, nearly collapsing his body's genes.

With no choice, Uchiha Tajima ordered Miao to remove Gin's eyes, transplanting them to Uchiha Nameless, another Mangekyo candidate. Gin, now eyeless, received ordinary human eyes to stabilize his body.

Yet, six years later, the consistently mediocre Gin awakened Sharingan again during a mission.

As a researcher, Miao found this unbelievable. He'd questioned Uchiha Yan, who swore Gin's new eyes came from an invader's corpse.

This sparked Miao's intense curiosity about Gin's Sharingan, prompting his street invitation for a checkup.

"Any discomfort in your eyes before awakening Sharingan?" Miao asked, knowing from years of experiments that transplanted eyes often caused rejection.

Discomfort? Since awakening, Gin felt unstoppable—his eyes fit better than the originals, no issues.

"None. Everything was normal pre-awakening, no odd reactions," Gin said truthfully.

No rejection? Miao frowned.

His research showed even Uchiha-blooded individuals had mild rejection with foreign eyes, let alone non-Uchiha ones.

"What's your Sharingan's level now?" Miao shifted questions.

Gin didn't speak. His eyes flashed crimson, revealing three-tomoe Sharingan, exuding a chilling aura.

"Three tomoe already?" A flicker of surprise crossed Miao's stoic face. He knew Gin's condition best.

Six years ago, that broken body lingered in his memory. Without prompt treatment, the pupil backlash would've killed Gin.

"Just luck," Gin said humbly.

"Leave an eye sample," Miao said, pondering, pulling a collection kit from a drawer and handing it to Gin.

Gin nodded, eyeing the tools. After some effort, rubbing reddened eyes, he handed the sample to Miao.

"All done. I'll send for you when results are ready," Miao said, dismissing him.

Taking the hint, Gin left the lab without further questions.

Outside, Gin rubbed his empty stomach. Two meals a day—morning and night—weren't enough. His frail body couldn't sustain his brilliant soul.

No way, time for a proper meal.

But eating alone felt dull. Watching the bustling Uchiha clan street, a wave of loneliness hit. As an outsider, he hadn't truly blended into this world.

The original host was a loner, freeing Gin from family ties—a perk, but it left him feeling isolated at times.

Feeling out of place, Gin followed the host's memories, hunting for food. Passing the market, he spotted a familiar figure.

"Boss, how much for this fish?" Senju Banma, clutching his Isobu plush, was shopping alone.

Market vendors, mostly foreign merchants under Uchiha protection, paid taxes to trade here.

"Shopping for your parents, kid?" The fish seller, a burly man with no chakra, was clearly an ordinary trader.

"Yup!" Banma, hugging the plush, eyed the plump fish, imagining sweet-and-sour bliss.

"Haha, what a capable kid, running errands so young!" The vendor laughed heartily, noting Banma's fixation. "Half price for you!"

"Really? Thanks, boss!" Banma bounced, eyes sparkling, thrilled with his deal.

Clutching the discounted fish, Banma headed home, beaming.

A few steps in, he crashed into a tall figure, stumbling.

"Whose kid are you?" The figure loomed, eyeing Banma coldly.

Wearing Gin's old clothes with Uchiha fan emblems, Banma was easily mistaken for a clansman.

"I… I'm…" Banma stammered, trembling, clutching the plush, flustered by the interrogation.

The Uchiha clansman's eyes narrowed, scanning the nervous kid suspiciously.

"Hey, kid, what's taking so long for one fish?" Gin, watching from afar, stepped in to rescue Banma.

"You…" The clansman's eyes flashed disgust upon seeing Gin.

"Keep your kid in check, don't let him barrel through the street," he said coldly, recognizing Gin, then left.

"Come home," Gin sighed, glancing at the silent, head-down Banma.

They walked home, Gin ahead, Banma trailing.

Gin shot a helpless look at the quiet kid. This was his fault—he'd told Banma he could shop in the clan grounds.

Even with dyed black hair, Banma drew suspicion from sharp-eyed clansmen.

"If anyone questions you, say you're from Uchiha Gin's house. Most clansmen won't hassle you," Gin said, choosing his words carefully.

"?" Banma looked up, shocked. He'd expected confinement after this, not permission to claim Gin's family name.

"Hmph, your kid? Dream on. Join the Senju, be my kid," Banma shot back, Senju pride refusing to yield, tough from head to toe.

"No fish for you?" Gin retorted, rolling his eyes, wielding his trump card. Handling a kid was child's play.

"Wah, no,义father, please!" Banma wailed.

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