Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha lacks motivation.

As soon as Uchiha Gin finished speaking, a large hand with bulging veins pressed down on his shoulder, indicating that its owner was not in a good mood.

humming—

Feeling a slight tingling sensation on his shoulder, Uchiha Gin turned his head, only to be met with a pair of ravenous red eyes.

Tobirama Senju went through all the swear words he had ever heard in his life, and finally condensed them into four classic characters.

"Arminos!"

Along with the sound, a buzzing hard vortex water blade appeared in another hand.

Feeling the coolness on the back of his neck, Uchiha Gin immediately looked embarrassed and slapped away Senju Tobirama's large hand with a smile.

Just kidding, just kidding~

"you!"

Tobirama Senju frowned almost imperceptibly, glancing at the hand that Gin Uchiha had easily knocked away, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

I didn't use any force?

After breaking free from Tobirama Senju's grasp, Gin Uchiha turned to look at Madara Uchiha and the others, who were all puzzled, and then told them about his brilliant idea.

His ingenious idea left everyone present stunned. After digesting the information provided by Uchiha Gin, Uchiha Madara spoke with a complex expression.

"How should I put it? He truly lives up to his reputation as the eldest cousin; he always comes up with ideas that ordinary people wouldn't."

"It's alright, it's alright, it's because I've eaten more candy than you've all eaten rice~"

Uchiha Gin nodded with a hint of pride, which was a way of acknowledging Uchiha Madara's praise.

"Izuna, what's your opinion?"

"Huh? Bro, it's just a Sharingan, you call the shots?"

Uchiha Izuna was completely bewildered by the sudden question. Although the Uchiha Gin Method was indeed contrary to the ancestral teachings, it concerned the safety of Senju Hashirama, so Izuna naturally had no objection.

"Then what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go to the tribe to retrieve the eye!"

With the clues about Hashirama Senju right before his eyes, Madara Uchiha would be lying if he said he wasn't anxious. He wished he could kick his clueless younger brother in the butt.

"Oh? Yes! I'll go right away!"

"Truly like an abacus bead."

Watching his younger brother's hurried departure, Madara Uchiha shook his head with slight disappointment.

Izuna usually seems quite clever, so why does he become so timid and hesitant whenever he's around?

Seeing Madara Uchiha agree so readily, Tobirama Senju felt a mix of emotions. He had often targeted Madara and his brother, and mockery and ridicule were commonplace for them.

Unexpectedly, the two were so reasonable in the face of such a major issue.

Unaware that Tobirama Senju was lost in inexplicable emotion, Gin Uchiha waved to the only henchman in the room.

"Jingzai, I'm giving you a tough task."

Uchiha Kagami stiffened upon hearing this. Among the people present, he was the youngest in seniority, so he kept his ears perked up and shrank to the side while they were talking, not daring to make the slightest sound.

"Uncle Yin, what do you need me to do?"

Uchiha Gin's expectant eyes made Uchiha Kagami somewhat nervous. Logically, someone of his caliber shouldn't be involved in this incident.

"Izanagi, right?"

"meeting."

As a second-generation member of a high-ranking family, Jing naturally had a thorough understanding of the clan's secret techniques.

"Very well, I'll give you a chance to defy your superiors."

Uchiha Gin, who wanted to slack off, nodded, pointed to Senju Tobirama not far away, and gave instructions.

"teacher."

Senju Tobirama, who was deep in thought, looked up and stared at his disciple with a strange expression.

"Mirror, what's wrong?"

"Teacher, I've come to teach you Izanagi."

Faced with the strict teacher, Uchiha Kagami, who had been forcibly assigned there, forced himself to reply.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

After glancing at Madara Uchiha, who remained silent in his seat, and Gin Uchiha, who was brewing sweet tea for himself, Tobirama Senju had no choice but to accept that his disciple would teach him the family's secret techniques.

"Izanagi's hand seals are very simple, there are only three, namely..."

Seeing that Tobirama Senju showed no resistance, Kagami Uchiha breathed a sigh of relief and then began to explain the secret technique seriously.

"I understand."

A few minutes later, Tobirama Senju, who had memorized Izanagi, nodded. This level of ninjutsu was not difficult for a genius like him to learn.

"Did you learn it?"

At this moment, Uchiha Gin, sipping his tea, walked up to the two of them. Looking at the slightly smug Senju Tobirama, his eyes darted around.

"This technique is so simple, I can learn it after seeing it only once."

"Have you decided how you want to die?"

"ha?"

Tobirama Senju, who was feeling smug, suddenly froze; he really hadn't considered this question.

"I'll do it!"

Madara Uchiha, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were half-closed, but a hint of pleasure could still be seen at the corner of his eye.

"I'll give you a quick death!"

"I can help too~"

Seeing that Madara Uchiha was trying to take his job, Gin Uchiha immediately raised his hand and volunteered.

"My knife is fast, ruthless, and precise. I even served as the slaughtering instructor for the Shimura clan back in the day."

"Big cousin, let me do it! You're too old for this; it's not good for you to draw blood."

"Hey! It's the Lunar New Year, don't you know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

"Just because we respect the elderly and care for the young, let me, your foolish younger brother, do the dirty and tiring work!"

"."

Seeing Uchiha Gin and the others arguing endlessly, Uchiha Kagami, who dared not participate in the topic, deliberately kept his presence to himself.

"Tsk! Alright, we're all getting old, we should give the younger generation more opportunities. Mirror, you're up in a bit! Haven't you been complaining that this white-haired guy is too strict with you?"

"Huh? No way~"

He turned to Tobirama Senju, whose face was ashen, and gave him an apologetic smile. But before the smile could fade, Gin Uchiha's words froze Gin's smile on his face.

"Teacher, please believe me, I really didn't have those kinds of thoughts!"

"It's alright, I trust your character and integrity."

Tobirama Senju's crimson eyes radiated a chilling aura, as if he had made a mental note of Madara Uchiha and his companion's actions.

bang-

Just then, Uchiha Izuna, looking hurried, pushed open the door and entered, holding a storage scroll with an Uchiha fan painted on it.

"Big brother, I've brought it."

"Thanks a lot."

Uchiha Gin, holding a teacup, curiously approached.

"How many did you take?"

He knew that his family stored Sharingan eyes, but he had no idea exactly how many they possessed.

"Just in case, I brought all the inventory."

Uchiha Izuna proudly raised the scroll in his hand.

"A total of 1808 pairs!"

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Gin nearly spat his tea onto Izuna's face.

"Cough cough cough, you brat, you've dug up the Uchiha clan's entire history, huh?"

"I was worried about having an allergic reaction, so I took extra, just in case."

Faced with the questioning gazes of his two older brothers, Uchiha Izuna shrank back and cautiously explained himself.

"Izuna, you're so thoughtful."

Next came the tedious selection process. To ensure no unexpected problems arose after the transplant, the group began searching for a suitable Sharingan based on Tobirama Senju's blood type.

Before long, several pairs of scarlet eyeballs, soaking in nutrient solution, were lined up in front of Tobirama Senju.

"You're lucky; there are so many Sharingan that match your blood type."

Uchiha Gin clapped his hands, his face full of relief, and said...

"Pick one."

Looking at the Sharingan eyes that seemed to still hold a glimmer of life, Tobirama Senju felt a pang of unease and quickly turned his head away.

"Any one will do."

For disposable items, Tobirama Senju didn't pick and choose; as long as they were usable, that was fine.

"Then this one will do. Let me see. Tsk~ What a coincidence, the owner of these eyes is the one who died by your blade."

"Get a new pair!"

"Okay, okay, these two pairs... what a coincidence, it's you again."

"Change it again!"

Tobirama Senju's expression was extremely grim. During the years of fighting between the two clans, he had lost countless Uchiha souls. Now, he was going to replace his eyes with those souls' eyes, which he found hard to accept.

"Seriously~"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Uchiha Gin curled his lip, and finally picked out a pair of unremarkable three-tomoe Sharingan from the pile and handed them over.

"You didn't kill the owner of these shoes, but..."

"These are the ones!"

"But he's sick."

"As long as they don't die by my blade, that's fine."

"But."

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at the information of the owner of those eyes, Uchiha Gin twitched his lips, ultimately choosing to respect Senju Tobirama's decision.

"Alright, just don't regret it."

Having said that, he was about to unscrew the long-sealed jar when Tobirama Senju jumped in fright and quickly stopped him.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? I'm going to perform surgery on you!"

Uchiha Gin looked completely innocent.

"Right here? Shouldn't such a delicate surgery as an eye transplant be performed by a highly skilled doctor at a hospital?"

Before the indignant Tobirama Senju could finish speaking, Gin Uchiha showed an expression of agreement and, as if by magic, pulled a white coat from behind him and draped it over his shoulders.

"I think you're right!"

Seeing this, Tobirama Senju suddenly remembered that the curly-haired man before him had another identity. He blinked and said somewhat hoarsely,

"I admit your medical skills are decent, but let's at least talk about hygiene. Didn't you say the owner of these eyes is sick? It wouldn't be good if they got infected."

"Ah! That's true."

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Gin's expression tightened slightly. He quickly took out disinfectant spray from his backpack and gave himself a thorough disinfection. Then, he put on special protective gear, protecting himself from all angles.

"Alright, let's begin."

"If you're like this, what about me?"

"In our Uchiha clan, eye transplants are less difficult than circumcisions. Don't worry, it'll be over in a blink of an eye."

Seeing Uchiha Gin's confident expression, Tobirama Senju, after some internal struggle, finally chose to believe in the curly hair gene and obediently lay down on the sofa to wait for the surgery to begin.

"Do you want local anesthesia or general anesthesia?"

Wearing rubber gloves, Uchiha Gin stood beside Senju Tobirama, examining the surgical instruments while asking questions.

"What's the meaning behind this?"

"Half-anesthesia means that if I glare at you, you'll be stunned but it won't hurt your brain, but there's a certain chance you'll wake up halfway through."

"General anesthesia!"

The Uchiha clan's anesthesia method involved using Sharingan genjutsu to hypnotize the user. Due to concerns about Gin Uchiha's "weak" strength, Tobirama Senju immediately opted for the safer option of general anesthesia.

"Alright~ Big cousin, it's your turn now!"

"ha?"

"Look me straight in the eyes, White Hair."

Madara Uchiha opened and closed his eyes, and instantly, bewitching patterns covered his entire pupils. The overwhelming power of his eyes made Tobirama Senju feel suffocated.

"Immerse yourself in the genjutsu of the Mangekyou Sharingan!"

As the red light burst forth, Tobirama Senju's consciousness plunged completely into endless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Tobirama Senju, still unconscious, felt a bright light and heard several figures whispering nearby, which roused his dormant consciousness.

"Hmm"

Once he gradually regained control of his weightless body, Tobirama Senju finally managed to lift his heavy eyelids. The figure beside him seemed to notice his movement and immediately began checking his eyes one by one with a flashlight.

"OK! No rejection."

Did you make it?

A flicker of relief crossed Tobirama Senju's mind, but he quickly realized the problem.

Why do we need to check both eyes?

"Congratulations, the surgery was a success. You can squat to pee from now on."

Struggling to his feet, Tobirama Senju, upon hearing Gin Uchiha's words, was so frightened that he immediately reached down to grab at something.

"call"

Upon discovering that it was still there, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After the false alarm, he blinked his sore eyes.

"Is this the world of the Sharingan?"

Looking at the world, which was several times clearer than before, Tobirama Senju felt a pang of envy. As expected of the Sharingan that had been able to rival the Senju clan for so many years, it truly possessed some skill.

"Take a look and see how my cooking is!"

Just as Tobirama Senju was sighing, Gin Uchiha, who had already shed his doctor's skin, waved his hand, and Kagami Uchiha, who was acting as his henchman, immediately brought over a mirror.

"I'll blanch it!"

Seeing the two pupils with tomoe spinning in the mirror, Tobirama Senju immediately cursed, turned around, grabbed the attending physician by the collar, and loudly questioned him.

"Didn't we agree to only exchange one?"

"Well, there's a promotion going on, you get two Kamui cards—I mean, buy one get one free! You're basically getting a free pair of top-tier Sharingan, you should be thrilled!"

"I trusted you so much."

Tobirama Senju was so angry he was about to grind his teeth to powder. He, the second-in-command of the Senju clan, had actually acquired a pair of Sharingan eyes. If word got out, how could he face his clan members in the future?

"Oh, it's okay, I'll change you back after we're done."

When faced with the enraged Tobirama Senju, Gin Uchiha immediately tried to reason with him, raising two scarlet eyeballs in his hand as he spoke.

"Take good care of my eyes!"

Not long ago, the mammoth eye was still in its socket, but now it was exposed to the air, and Uchiha Gin wasn't even wearing gloves!

"Okay, okay, I'll disinfect it for you."

Uchiha Gin pursed his lips, casually tossed the eyeball into the nutrient solution, and then asked a question.

"How powerful is the Sharingan?"

"It's just so-so."

Although he keenly sensed the terrifying power contained within those eyes, Tobirama Senju remained stubbornly defiant.

"Okay, take your time to get used to it first, and then we'll start."

"By the way, you just said the owner of these eyes has an illness, what exactly is it?"

As Tobirama Senju was getting used to the unfamiliar eyes, he suddenly remembered the original owner of those eyes. Driven by curiosity, he turned to ask Gin Uchiha, who was drinking tea.

"Forehead"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Gin's eyes darted around, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He then adopted a hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Could it be some kind of infectious disease?"

Seeing the troubled look on Uchiha Gin's face, Tobirama Senju's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had finally fallen into the hands of the Uchiha?

"Oh dear, it's okay. Venereitis isn't a terminal illness, it won't cause warts." (End of Chapter)