Tsukuyomi Space
Stabbed for an eternity, Uchiha Gin's nerves no longer registered pain. Numb, he watched the Uchiha Itachis carve into him.
"Like chopping meat for dumplings," he quipped, finding grim humor in his inescapable torment.
"Hey, you guys not eating? Put some muscle into it!"
"Don't just hack the front—flip me over, keep it even. No favoritism!"
The toiling Itachis, irked by his chatter, doubled their pace, as if wound up.
[Double Speed x2]
"Whoa, not the chrysanthemum! I'm still pure, 24, a student…" Gin rambled, delirium setting in.
After ages, the Itachis paused. Gin, savoring the Tsukuyomi blade massage, felt his bonds loosen. He dropped, kneeling, and pried open his eyes. Seeing the white crescent moon, tears of relief flowed. "Damn, I survived," he growled.
"What's wrong with you?" Senju Banma, back on the stake, eyed him oddly.
Gin had tied him, taken two steps, then collapsed, crying and muttering about "surviving." Weird guy.
"Nothing, just remembered something sad," Gin said, knowing Tsukuyomi's tricks. He stood, wiping tears, and turned.
"You're sad? I'm the one who should be!" Banma griped, then gasped as Gin faced him. "Why'd you activate your Sharingan? Trying to hypnotize me? Typical evil Uchiha, but…"
Gin froze, realizing his vision was sharper, seeing clearly in the dark. His chakra flowed smoothly to his eyes, cool and refreshing like an ice pop in summer.
"But what?" he asked, ignoring Banma's jab, thrilled by his awakening.
"A single-tomoe Sharingan to interrogate me? With genjutsu?" Banma scoffed.
A swift forehead flick left a lump. "Try my physical hypnosis!" Gin snapped, settling the slight instantly.
"Ow!" Banma wailed, tears brimming in his big eyes.
After handling Banma, Gin scanned the area—nothing amiss, no traces on the stake.
Puzzled, he returned to his tent, pulling out a small mirror to inspect his eyes. A single-tomoe Sharingan stared back.
"Endured a full Tsukuyomi for just one tomoe? This original's talent is trash," he grumbled. The last guy to unlock a single tomoe via Tsukuyomi was a legend.
"Backyard daily random skill refresh: [Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi]. Obtained Tsukuyomi fragment 1…"
The system's voice returned after a day's absence.
That skill—the seemingly useless one from the purple orb.
The system had deemed the tent's rear his "backyard," spawning a Tsukuyomi. Recalling its description:
[Backyard Daily Random Skill Refresh: Each day, a random skill spawns in the host's backyard, triggered by an uncontrollable NPC. Cannot kill the host. Post-skill, chance to drop the skill or fragments. Collect fragments to learn it.]
"Can't kill me, but it can torture me!" Gin griped inwardly. Still, he emerged unharmed—unlike Kakashi, who was bedridden after one hit. A twisted blessing.
"Tch, am I a luck emperor? First refresh, and I get a Mangekyo skill," he smirked, tapping the fragment.
[Tsukuyomi Fragment (1/40). Collect 40 to synthesize Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi. Requires Mangekyo Sharingan.]
"Forty?! That's a scam!" Gin's heart sank at the (1/40). "Thirty-nine more Tsukuyomis? I'm done—refund me!"
He'd need to face Itachi at least 39 times.
Exhausted, he collapsed into sleep.
Next Day
At dawn, Uchiha Tarou, on night watch, yawned, trudging back from a hidden post.
A figure intercepted him—Gin, sporting Iwa-like panda eyes from a sleepless night haunted by Itachis stabbing him, some aiming low.
The system fixed his body, but mental scars lingered.
Waiting on Tarou's path, Gin had one goal: open that chest.
"Tarou, my friend, Captain Fuka says your Fire Release is godly—B-rank techniques at your fingertips, even dabbling in A-rank. I'm in awe," he began with his usual flattery.
Ryoichi and Hizuru hadn't warned Tarou about Gin's sparring spree.
Tarou scratched his head, sheepish. "Nah, I just practice Fire Release while others rest. No big deal…"
"I got Fire Release tips from the clan head. Meeting you is like a mountain greeting a river. The mission delayed me, but now it's done, and my final wish is to spar with the clan's genius ninja, 'Blazing Tarou'—just to witness your epic ninjutsu."
"Blazing Tarou" was Tarou's clan nickname. For reference, Ryoichi was "Trickblade Ryoichi," Hizuru "Dual-Blade Hizuru."
"We're about to move out. Let's talk ninjutsu tonight," Tarou said, flattered but mission-focused, wary of wasting chakra.
"No problem, we'll just—" Gin started, ready to recycle his Hizuru pitch.
"What are you dawdling for? We're leaving," a voice cut in. Uchiha Fuka materialized behind them like a ghost, frowning.
Gin and Tarou jumped, sweating—they hadn't sensed him at all. They nodded furiously, complying.
Trailing behind, Gin sighed, "Guess I'll hit Tarou tonight. But Fuka's stealth is unreal—no chakra trace, and he's just there."
Then he recalled Fuka's title, not just clan-wide but legendary across the Warring States.
[Phantom Fuka]
A master of stealth, he once infiltrated a mid-tier clan for an assassination, bypassing hundreds of guards to kill the target—undetected until the next day.
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