Chapter 24: Did I Misjudge the Seventh Hokage?
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After hanging up the phone, Leo Bright felt immensely relieved.
Nick Fury was quite the generous benefactor!
So extravagant!
Once he calmed down, Leo began to ponder the mysterious pink eye condition that had suddenly appeared and then vanished without a trace.
"It changed when I was doing pull-ups."
"Then the pink eye seemed to affect my mood, bringing along some negative emotions?"
"When my mood improved, the pink eye disappeared..."
Leo reflected for a moment, then resumed his experiments.
Through testing, he discovered the correct way to operate the Sharingan.
Emotional Control!
When he was serious and focused, with a clear mind, the Sharingan activated. But when he was in a good mood, it faded away.
It sounded cumbersome, but after a few tries, Leo got the hang of it.
Practice makes perfect, and soon he could turn it on and off with ease.
"Shhhhh!"
Three darts hit the distant bullseye with precision.
Leo was taken aback. With the pink eye activated, was he really this accurate?
He tried targeting moving objects next.
Whether birds or flies, the darts he threw were flawless, always hitting their mark.
"These eyes are incredible!"
"Not only is the static vision exaggerated, but even the dynamic capture is so precise!"
"Did I really misjudge the Seventh Hokage?"
Leo scratched his chin, calmed himself, and began to assess the situation. It was his habit to evaluate the pros and cons of any new ability.
"My body seems to lag behind my eyes; there's a disconnect."
"When the Sharingan is activated, the faster the tomoe spins, the more powerful the ability."
Leo pushed the Sharingan to its limits.
The black tomoe spun wildly, and after only five seconds, Leo had to deactivate it.
"So dizzy..."
"Like a roller coaster."
The tomoe acted like the focal point of the eye, akin to a pupil. If your eyes were to spin wildly, you'd feel dizzy too.
Of course, the main issue was not being used to it.
In fact, when the tomoe spins at a certain speed, the vision stabilizes—just like the blades of a helicopter.
"The Sharingan of the Seventh Hokage's friend is amazing."
"But why does the Seventh Hokage seem so... ordinary?"
Leo recalled the first skill he acquired: some kind of prank painting skill. Is it secretly powerful?
Though it looked like scribbles to him, maybe in an artist's eyes, it was a masterpiece?
Perhaps he should attend some art exhibitions and find a worthy opponent for a challenge.
Yes!
He should have more faith in the Seventh Hokage. If his friend is this powerful, he surely can't be subpar.
Leo pondered, elevating this matter to the same importance as his own dream of opening a beauty salon.
Being an artist has its perks.
If you ask why...
Art can be more lucrative than developing galleries!
Around noon, an agent delivered Leo's customized battle suit.
Additionally, Leo received a weapon specially designed for him by Fury.
Dozens of bat-shaped boomerang darts!
They came with an instruction manual. The darts could be used alone or combined with technological blades. Upon hitting an enemy, they emitted a shockwave, causing widespread dizziness.
Looking at his black cape battle suit, Leo shrugged at the prominent bat mask.
"Looks like my Batman title is set."
"But it doesn't matter."
"Batman is fine. When Batman is mingling with others, call me Robin."
After gearing up, Leo sat on the rooftop, striking a few poses for some selfies.
Satisfied, he put away his phone, took out the tech blades from the equipment box, and loaded them onto his bat darts. Then, he assembled the Hidden Blade and drew the steel-cutting knife from his back.
One by one, he began practicing with them.
Well...
It looked pretty cool.
However, the cape was too long, often hitting his face when he turned.
To avoid embarrassment, he needed to design a stylish turnaround.
Meanwhile, at the Osborn Building,
Peter Parker was carefully observing spiders in a glass enclosure, taking notes on their habits.
"Ah, that hurts..." Peter exclaimed, touching his neck instinctively but finding nothing.
"What's wrong?" Jane asked curiously.
"Nothing, just felt like a mosquito bite," Peter replied uncertainly.
"Mosquitoes? There shouldn't be any this season," Jane remarked.
"Maybe it was some bug. It's fine, doesn't hurt now." Peter waved it off.
In the distance, Gwen waved at them.
"Jane, Peter, Dr. Connors' lecture is about to start. Don't miss it."
"Coming!" Gwen and Peter walked over eagerly.
Dr. Connors was a legend.
A former soldier who lost an arm in the field, he became a renowned biology professor, earning numerous honors and awards.
His lifelong wish was to create a potion to regenerate limbs, for himself and all humanity.
He worked tirelessly toward this goal.
If successful, his research would be a medical miracle.
Peter walked over, full of excitement.
He didn't notice the spider he had just crushed underfoot.
It must have fallen when he brushed his neck.