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Wuchen stared blankly at the Three Tomoe Sharingan. By all accounts, Wuchen, who hadn't awakened his Sharingan even at ten years old, should have been overjoyed. However, at this moment, he was uncharacteristically dispirited, his young face filled with disappointment.
"Why is it the Three Tomoe Sharingan? Why not the Eternal Mangekyo?!"
Wuchen roared skyward within the system world, his handsome face utterly dejected. His expression clearly conveyed that the Three Tomoe Sharingan was nothing but useless garbage.
"Brat, you really do have a wild imagination, don't you?"
Hearing Wuchen's unwilling roar, Ling'er rolled her eyes. The Three Tomoe Sharingan might not be as good as the Mangekyo or Eternal Mangekyo, but it was still the highest form of the regular Sharingan, and its utility was significant.
"Don't move. I'm going to integrate both abilities into your body now."
Wuchen nodded slightly, and in his mind, he suddenly recalled rumors about the disgusting taste of Devil Fruits. His body's hairs involuntarily bristled. A fruit that could make someone like Rob Lucci's face drastically change after eating it must have a truly unforgettable taste!
After a few breaths, a refreshing sensation suddenly spread throughout his body. The world within Wuchen's eyes subtly changed. Any circulating matter in the air instantly became incredibly clear.
"Is this the Three Tomoe Sharingan...?"
His small hand instinctively reached to his eye socket, feeling the changes in his pupils, Wuchen murmured softly.
Just then, an unprecedented, strange sensation quietly spread. A warm, pleasant feeling caused Wuchen to involuntarily let out a soft moan, his face showing a languidness he'd never felt before, savoring the unique feeling in his body.
"Is this the Glint-Glint Fruit? No wonder Logia-types are hailed as the strongest fruits; it's truly no exaggeration." He suddenly opened his eyes, a terrifying glint shooting from his pupils, his handsome face filled with profound confidence.
"Don't get too carried away."
Seeing Wuchen's elated expression, Ling'er's voice immediately turned cold. At the same time, she materialized before Wuchen for the first time.
Her long black hair danced without a breeze, her clear eyes were spotless, her fair and delicate features were naturally perfect, adorned with light, elegant makeup. Her otherworldly aura made her seem like a goddess from the nine heavens.
The only flaw was that, despite her beauty, her face remained placid and expressionless, without a single flicker of emotion, forever maintaining an ancient, unchanging indifference, which Wuchen secretly found regrettable.
"It seems I need to teach you a lesson, you arrogant brat..."
...
Another half-month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this time, the Third Hokage visited Uchiha Fugaku again, requesting that the Uchiha Clan dispatch ninja support to the Third Great Ninja War as soon as possible. Due to the fierce offensive from the Hidden Sand Village of the Land of Wind, the battlefront was in a state of decay and disarray, with the entire front line showing signs of collapse at any moment.
Konoha was in grave danger!
Due to the perilous situation facing Konoha Village, the Third Hokage even had to re-deploy his three disciples, the legendary "Three Sannin," sending them to reinforce various battlefields. After all, it was one village, Konoha, fighting against four great nations; even with its reputation as the strongest ninja village, Konoha was treading on thin ice.
Although Wuchen didn't know the exact details of the Third Hokage's and Uchiha Fugaku's discussion, it wasn't hard to tell from the Third Hokage's "clear skies after the storm" expression upon leaving that his inner concerns had been resolved. The fact that he could resolve the Third Hokage's anxieties spoke volumes.
Uchiha Fugaku had agreed to send clan members to support the Third Great Ninja War!
It was obvious without even thinking about it. Uchiha Fugaku, who was annoyed by Wuchen's very existence, would definitely send Wuchen to participate in the war. It would be best if this "father-discrediting" son died in battle!
At this moment, within Wuchen's small courtyard, a different scene unfolded.
Wuchen lay quietly on his bedding, eyes closed. He appeared to be sleeping, but his facial expression strangely shifted, sometimes breathing heavily, clearly not asleep.
Inside the system world.
Wuchen was confronting a strangely dressed person, whose face bore distinct angular features and clear "eight" character marks [perhaps referring to the lines around the mouth or eyes, or a specific facial feature], wearing a wide black cloak embroidered with red clouds, and a Konoha Village forehead protector, though it had a scratch across it. A straw hat adorned with a wind chime sat on their head.
This attire was none other than Uchiha Itachi's!
The only difference was that this Itachi was not the future Itachi, but one manifested by System Ling'er. However, their strength was identical to Uchiha Itachi's.
Half a month ago, Wuchen had enthusiastically accepted Ling'er's plan to train him. Now, looking back, he was filled with regret, only able to sigh at his own youthful naivety, no match for an old fox.
From half a month ago until today, what was called "training" was actually just getting beaten up—yes, just getting beaten up! Wuchen had been continuously pummeled and beaten by Ling'er, causing him endless misery. Although it was the system's inner world, injuries sustained there felt just as real as in the actual world.
However, perhaps due to the integration of the Glint-Glint Fruit and ninjutsu, Wuchen's physical characteristics had also changed. His recovery and resilience were unusually strong, and minor injuries would self-heal very quickly.
"Come on."
The Uchiha Itachi manifested by Ling'er said expressionlessly. That detached, emotionless, almost deadpan expression was identical to the real Uchiha Itachi's.
"Hmph, today I'm going to beat you so bad your own mother won't recognize you!"
Wuchen snorted, rolled his eyes, and retorted without weakness. For the past half-month, he had been abused by Ling'er, and a considerable amount of resentment and anger had accumulated in his heart.
"Today, this young master will reclaim it all, with interest!"
Having spoken, without waiting for Ling'er's reaction, Wuchen flashed out, golden light blazing. His speed was so immense that the naked eye couldn't track it, only seeing residual golden afterimages in the air.