Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

Chapter 297 A New Mangekyou Sharingan!

Danzo's Root forces retreated with extreme decisiveness, leaving behind only a pile of broken puppets and Root corpses.

The elder was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the man wearing a vortex mask.

He could sense the masked man's cold and evil chakra.

"Those eyes—are they from a descendant of the Feathered Robe Clan?!"

As the last guardian of the Hamura lineage, he knew all too well what those eyes represented.

That is the cursed eye passed down from the lineage of Indra, the eldest son of the Sage of Six Paths!

Although the man in front of him had indirectly helped him out of a predicament, the Grand Elder did not believe that a surface dweller with such evil eyes would come here with any good intentions.

"Leave! Descendant of Indra, this is not a place for you!"

The elder struggled to his feet and warned.

However, Obito seemed not to hear and walked towards the Grand Elder at a leisurely pace.

"roll!"

The elder roared, forcing his exhausted body to reconnect with the giant Reincarnation Eye deep within the temple.

The surrounding puppets brandished sharp blades and charged madly at Obito.

Faced with this fierce attack, Obito simply stood still, without even trying to dodge.

Swish swish!

The puppet's attack passed right through Obito's body, as expected.

"What... what kind of ability is this?!"

The elder's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Old man, stop making futile struggles here."

Obito's cold voice came from under his mask as he strolled through the puppets' encirclement as if taking a leisurely walk, heading straight for the Grand Elder.

"Don't even think about it!"

A resolute glint flashed in the elder's eyes as he raised a hand and unleashed the full power of the giant Tenseigan.

"Repulsive force!"

boom!

A terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, erupted outwards from the Grand Elder!

The surrounding stone slabs and boulders were blown away, and even the air was instantly emptied under this terrifying repulsive force, forming an absolute vacuum zone.

However, Obito, the target, remained standing still, unaffected by the violent airflow that passed through his body.

However, the Sharingan beneath Obito's mask suddenly contracted at that moment.

Looking at the ruins around him that had been instantly cleared away, and feeling the lingering, savage repulsive energy in the space, he was suddenly filled with an indescribable shock.

"This power—this art that repels everything—"

Obito's breathing paused slightly.

He knew this feeling all too well!

This is exactly the same as Nagato's "Shinra Tensei" when he used the Rinnegan!

"It's true—that Tenseigan really does possess power comparable to the Rinnegan!"

Obito's interest was immediately piqued.

next second.

Swish!

Obito's figure had already appeared in front of the Grand Elder.

Then, to the Elder's horrified gaze, Obito reached out and grabbed the Elder by the neck, lifting him up with his bare hands.

"Well----"

The elder struggled painfully, but he couldn't budge Obito in the slightest.

"Now you're mine!"

Obito's voice was cold.

The kaleidoscope in my right eye is spinning wildly.

Space instantly twisted into a spiral vortex, and the powerful suction force directly pulled the Grand Elder into the divine power's alternate dimension.

As the Grand Elder was sucked into the space-time dimension, his connection with the giant Tenseigan was completely severed.

Clang! Clang!

The surrounding puppets, like marionettes without strings, fell helplessly to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Obito glanced coldly at the puppet remains scattered on the ground and ignored them.

Space distorted again.

Obito's figure also disappeared from the spot and entered the Kamui dimension.

He needs to extract the secret of the giant Tenseigan from that old man.

Meanwhile, in the ninja world, in the operating room of Konoha Hospital.

As the last cursed seal was removed, a hint of something unexpected appeared on Orochimaru's previously pale face—

A normal rosy complexion.

Aoba stood to the side, the data stream deep in his eyes flashing wildly, the chip scanning Orochimaru's current physical condition with all its might.

"How are you feeling, Orochimaru-senpai?"

"I asked calmly," Qingye asked.

Orochimaru slowly opened his eyes, and his long, golden pupils shimmered with an unprecedented, strange light.

"Great!"

Orochimaru stuck out his tongue and washed his face, letting out a low, hoarse laugh. "Hehehe—Aoba-kun, this feeling is truly wonderful."

Aoba carefully examined Orochimaru in front of him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

He could clearly sense that Orochimaru had changed.

The same action, but before, Orochimaru was like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey at any moment, exuding a cold and evil aura.

But now, even though I'm washing my face with my tongue, that unsettling feeling of unease has significantly diminished.

Instead, there was a calm, even scholarly, atmosphere.

"Has it fully recovered?"

Aoba asked, "Some of the test subjects died during missions or for other reasons. Those fragments of their souls probably can't be recovered, right?"

"Yes, when the host dies, the soul fragments are also lost."

Orochimaru nodded, but there was no regret on his face; instead, his face revealed an undisguised fanaticism.

"Aoba-kun guessed right!"

"Those fragments of my soul that I separated are growing within the host body, constantly absorbing the host's soul power as the host grows!"

"Although we lost a few, the profits from what we've recovered are enough to cover the losses!"

Upon hearing Orochimaru's explanation, a glint of light flashed in Aoba's eyes.

"So, in other words, your soul's trauma has not only been completely healed, but should even be far more severe than before?"

Orochimaru raised his hand and clenched it. "If I'm not mistaken, that should be it."

"I can't believe it's possible! It's incredible!"

Aoba stroked his chin, then looked at Orochimaru: "Orochimaru-senpai, would you mind if I examined you myself?"

Orochimaru smiled slightly and opened his arms: "Of course, please go ahead, Aoba-kun."

Without wasting words, Qingye quickly formed hand seals.

"Spiritualization Technique!"

The next second, a transparent spirit emerged from Aoba's body and then entered Orochimaru's body.

Inside Orochimaru's mental space.

When Aoba's spirit descended here, the scene before him made him pause slightly in surprise.

He had once entered Orochimaru's mental space, a chaotic and dilapidated ruin where Orochimaru's mental body was deformed and twisted, like a Frankenstein's monster.

But now, everything has changed.

The originally chaotic and dilapidated mental space completely disappeared, replaced by an endless pure white space.

In the center of the space stood a figure.

He was a young man with long black hair, wearing a white kimono, and with delicate and handsome features.

There were no twisted or deformed limbs, and everything returned to normal.

This is what a normal ideology should be!

If Aoba is not mistaken, Shisui's Kotoamatsukami effect should also have been removed.

After confirming that Orochimaru's soul had indeed been completely stabilized, Aoba's soul withdrew from the spiritual space and returned to his own body.

Aoba gave him another full examination, and the results were even better than expected.

"Congratulations, Orochimaru-senpai."

Aoba opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Your soul is healthier now than ever before."

"I'll take you back to the Island of Oblivion first. Don't touch the Six Paths Ninja Tools these next few days, and don't do any high-intensity experiments. Get some sleep first."

Orochimaru did not refute.

He was indeed very tired.

It's not physical fatigue, but rather that the soul needs time to adjust after its restructuring, and sleep is the best way to recover.

Afterwards, Aoba used the Flying Thunder God Technique to send Orochimaru back to the experimental base on the Island of Oblivion.

It is said that Orochimaru slept for two whole days after returning home before waking up.

On this day, inside the Konoha Laboratory.

Aoba took out a transparent test tube filled with green nutrient solution.

In the center of the test tube, a three-tomoe Sharingan silently floats!

However, at this moment, this Sharingan, which should have been lifeless, was undergoing a special change in the nutrient solution.

"This is----"

Aoba's eyes narrowed sharply. "Chakra is resonating?"

The interior of the moon.

"Let's begin."

Black Zetsu said, "Guide the power of the Tenseigan and inject it into your newly transplanted left eye."

Obito raised his hand and removed his mask, looking at the giant Tenseigan radiating a dazzling golden light before him.

That terrifying gaze, as deep and boundless as the ocean, sends shivers down one's spine even at the mere sight of it.

Obito took a deep breath, suppressed the pounding in his heart, and raised his hands to form a hand seal.

The giant Reincarnation Eye in mid-air jolted violently.

A golden beam of light, almost tangible, descended from the Tenseigan and precisely enveloped Obito's body.

"Ugh!"

Obito suddenly tilted his head back and let out a low growl of pain.

That immense, suffocating power of the eye surged into his body like a flood bursting its banks, then converged wildly toward his left eye.

However, the process did not go smoothly.

Around Obito's left eye socket, veins bulged like earthworms, and blood slowly flowed down the corner of his eye.

This eye exhibited an extremely strong rejection reaction when faced with this immense external pupil power.

"What's going on?! This eye is resisting me!"

Obito gritted his teeth and growled in pain.

"Don't rush, take your time."

Black Zetsu reminded him, "This eye is of very high quality, but it's not your original eye after all. It's normal for it to reject you. Use the power of your other eye to guide it!"

Hearing Black Zetsu's words, Obito endured the excruciating pain that felt like his mind was being torn apart and tried to channel his inner eye power.

"How could I possibly—collapse here!"

"In order to create that world with Rin—I must obtain this power!"

Obito roared madly in his heart, his expression twisted and ferocious.

As his will erupted, the three tomoe in his left eye began to tremble wildly at an extremely irregular frequency, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. However, under the continuous infusion of golden pupil power, it was undergoing a qualitative change little by little.

Meanwhile, in Konoha Village.

Aoba stared intently at the Sharingan in the test tube, as if he had realized something!

"The Sharingan's ocular power is resonating?! That Obito guy—"

Without any hesitation, Aoba reached for his right eye and removed the eyeball.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the Sharingan from the test tube and precisely inserted it into his eye socket.

The green light of the Palm Healing Technique shone at his fingertips, and under the catalysis of the Medical Ninjutsu, the damaged optic nerve and blood vessels instantly connected with the foreign Sharingan.

The instant the visual nerve connection was successfully established, Aoba felt a sudden jolt in his brain, as if a heavy hammer had struck his soul.

An extremely powerful pupil force seemed to surge into his right eye, transcending space!

"hiss!"

Aoba gasped, covered her right eye, and trembled slightly.

As this immense power of vision surged in, an extremely blurry image suddenly flashed through his mind.

The image was like that of an old television with a terrible signal, full of static and interference, but Aoba could still barely make out the outline of the image.

That was a giant sphere of light!

"What is this thing?!"

Aoba was filled with doubt.

What on earth did Obito find?! Does such a thing even exist in the ninja world?!

However, Aoba quickly suppressed these questions. Now was not the time to investigate the origin of the light sphere; the most important thing was the sudden change in the Sharingan.

"Chip, immediately establish an independent task process!"

[Beep! Task created, currently being logged —]

The cold, mechanical voice of the chip echoed in my mind.

At this point, Aoba also realized what Obito was going to do, and couldn't help but secretly complain that this was something else entirely.

He ruined his eyes, yet he managed to fix them!

Sensing the change in the power in his eyes, Qingye took a deep breath and began to hypnotize himself!

In Aoba's right eye, the three black tomoe spun at their maximum speed, eventually connecting end to end to form four scythe-shaped kaleidoscope patterns!

The Temple of the Moon.

"It's a success!"

Obito suddenly opened his left eye, panting heavily, his entire body completely soaked in sweat.

The three tomoe marks that originally appeared in his left eye socket have disappeared, replaced by a kaleidoscope pattern that is very similar to that in his right eye.

"Hahaha!"

Feeling the power brought by his new eyes, Obito couldn't help but let out a wild laugh.

With the double Mangekyou Sharingan and the Tenseigan, he had a much better chance of defeating Yamashiro Aoba.

Black Zetsu, watching Obito successfully transform his eyes, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"With his other eye repaired, Obito's strength should increase significantly in the coming period of time!"

Black Zetsu secretly calculated in his heart that his chances of defeating Aoba had increased even more.

"strangeness----"

However, just as Black Zetsu was secretly pleased, its gaze inadvertently swept over the giant Tenseigan in mid-air, and a sense of doubt suddenly arose in its heart.

"The amount of eye power consumed seems to be more than expected."

However, Black Zetsu quickly came to terms with it. As long as it was useful, that was enough. This little bit of eye power consumption was nothing to a giant Tenseigan.