The voice coming from behind sounded exceptionally familiar.
Makiya turned around to look. Two people had appeared behind him at some point, and their looks were very familiar.
Before Makiya could speak, the two of them placed their hands on his shoulders and said in unison, "Think about how to use the golden finger. Concentrate, and you will understand everything!"
Makiya instinctively held his breath and concentrated. Suddenly, he felt two sets of memories flooding into his mind.
The soul-tearing pain he had expected didn't occur. Instead, the strange memories were like a spring breeze blowing against his face, mixed with the scent of soil and unknown flowers, making him feel intoxicated.
As the memories poured in, the expressions on Makiya's face shifted continuously. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness surged in his heart. Rather than a memory influx, it felt more like suddenly recovering forgotten memories from years ago; everything felt like a personal experience.
The first half of both sets of memories was identical to Makiya's: working hard to become a graduate student, and then, after the sound of a camera shutter at the graduation banquet, opening his eyes to find himself in another world.
The second halves were completely different. One had traveled to the world of One Piece, becoming an ordinary boy raised by the sea. Later, his village was slaughtered by pirates. Makiya had hidden in a well and nearly drowned before being rescued by the arriving Navy. Since he was the only survivor of the village, he naturally joined the Navy. After fifteen years of hard work, he finally rose to the rank of sergeant at a local Navy branch.
The other had traveled to the world of Bleach. This one's experience was even more high-profile: going from an orphan in the Rukongai to an outstanding graduate of the Shin'o Academy took only eight years. The following thirty years of memories were all about slacking off in the Fifth Division. As the Sixth Seat, he spent his days sneaking off to brothels with his subordinates, spending all his wages on the ladies of the Soul Society.
"Hiss..." Ninja World Makiya gasped, turning to look at Soul Reaper Makiya, who was dressed in a Shihakusho. His small eyes were filled with great confusion. "Big boss, why is there censorship in these memories?"
Navy Makiya, wearing a sailor shirt, nodded in full agreement. "Exactly! Resist the cavalry, support the infantry! Guarding against your own people? Disgusting!"
The Navy branch was full of iron-pumping manly men. Regarding Soul Reaper Makiya's habit of listening to music in brothels, Navy Makiya expressed strong... drooling... condemnation!
Soul Reaper Makiya, looking like a decadent middle-aged man, shrugged lazily. "Just a little trick. The mysterious space shares all memories, but we can cover up the private parts. I only used light censorship, so accept it with gratitude!"
"By the way, you guys actually didn't encounter any other Makiyas? Is our survival rate across the heavens that low?" Ninja World Makiya changed the subject.
"Transmigration is dangerous; be cautious when getting on board!" Navy Makiya nodded with lingering fear. He had almost died under a pirate's blade back then, which would have been a disgrace to the great Celestial Empire's army of transmigrators.
Soul Reaper Makiya waved his hand indifferently. "It's fine. The two of us only arrived here about a month ago, and didn't we just meet you? Be patient; we'll definitely run into others."
"True."
This space was indeed the same type of cheat as that of the proctologist, Daisuke; Navy Makiya and Soul Reaper Makiya had already tested it.
In the mysterious space, Makiyas from different worlds could not only merge memories and gain knowledge but also share powers from their respective worlds.
Of course, the rules of different worlds were different, so the specific magnitude of the increase could not be quantified.
The mysterious space represented infinite possibilities. Even if there were a hundred ordinary Makiyas, if their strength was stacked, a newly arrived Makiya—even if he were a newborn baby—could become a little superman who could jump ten meters high.
By the same token, if the newly arrived Makiya were a top-tier god who surpassed his world, then all Makiyas would flourish.
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In a cave somewhere in the eastern part of the Land of Fire in the Ninja World, Makiya opened his eyes.
A massive amount of chakra filled his limbs and bones. A sour, aching sensation spread throughout his body. The whites of his eyes were gradually covered in blood-red, and pitch-black ink droplets appeared on his pupils.
"Makiya, you're awake. Why don't you sleep a bit longer? Huh?"
Shisui, who was on guard, noticed something was wrong with Makiya. He was very familiar with the cold chakra enveloping Makiya's body.
Makiya had awakened his eyes!
The ink droplets split into three, forming tomoe-shaped markings. The tomoe spun rapidly, as if trying to connect into a single line. A massive amount of ocular power filled his brain, and Makiya felt like his head was going to explode.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan seemed to want to evolve further, but it lacked a certain catalyst and remained stuck at the threshold. Evolving into a Mangekyo Sharingan required intense emotional fluctuations. Soul Reaper Makiya's and Navy Makiya's memories ultimately did not belong to him and could not serve as nourishment for the evolution.
The ocular power with nowhere to go flooded entirely into the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. The blood-red background gradually became vivid. As more ocular power was absorbed, the bright red pupils looked like the most perfect rubies in the world, carefully polished by a master craftsman, or like a miraculous work of nature, radiating a shimmering brilliance.
As the ocular power was absorbed by the Sharingan, the swelling sensation in his head gradually subsided. Reason slowly regained the upper hand, and his intelligence reclaimed the high ground.
The spinning tomoe gradually stopped. Makiya looked around and found the entire world had become exceptionally clear, as if it had evolved directly from 1080P to 4K resolution.
Makiya clenched his fists. The abundant chakra in his body gave him a strong sense of security, giving him the illusion that he could blow up the Earth with a single punch.
Before, his chakra reserves were neither low nor high. Now, entering the Chak-ton-ra realm in a single day was all thanks to the massive spiritual power provided by Soul Reaper Makiya, which had been converted into mental energy.
Of course, chakra is a mixture of physical and spiritual energy. The physical fitness provided by Navy Makiya was equally important, but in terms of quality, Soul Reaper Makiya's contribution was a hundred million times superior.
"Makiya, how do you feel?" Shisui limped to Makiya's side, a long-absent smile appearing on his face. After an Uchiha awakened their eyes, their chakra and strength would skyrocket, greatly increasing their chances of survival.
"I feel amazing!" Makiya clenched his fist. The massive chakra was as easy to control as his own fingers. Navy Makiya's hard-earned fighting techniques and the Soul Reaper's Zankensoki were all etched in his mind; he felt he could crush his former self with one hand.
"After awakening your eyes, things might look a bit unfamiliar, and you might even feel a little dizzy. That's normal," Shisui kindly reminded him.
"How long was I asleep?"
"About half an hour." Shisui was somewhat uncertain. Neither of them had a timepiece, and hiding in the cave, they couldn't judge by the sky.
"Half an hour, huh? The Mist ninja should be catching up." Makiya's palm glowed with green light as he performed the Mystical Palm Technique to treat Shisui's broken leg.
Shisui did not refuse. Makiya was a companion he recognized. He silently made up his mind that even if he had to risk his life, he would create an opportunity for Makiya to escape.
"Shisui, remember the traitor issue we discussed earlier?"
"Hmm?"
"I have an idea..."
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In the forest, a group of Mist ninja were carefully searching for clues.
"Reporting, nothing here."
"Not here either."
"No findings on my side."
"..."
His scouting subordinates returned one by one with no results. The Mist Captain's face turned livid. He cursed the Leaf rats for being so good at hiding. They would be found sooner or later anyway; wouldn't it be better to just come out and die early? They were making him feed the mosquitoes here.
Just then, he suddenly heard his subordinates whispering.
"It would be great if Master Ao were here."
"Yeah, Master Ao's Byakugan would definitely find those two Uchihas easily."
"Master Ao... Ouch..."
Kicking over the tactless unlucky fellow, the Mist Captain squinted as he scanned his subordinates. Meeting a crowd of fearful gazes, he waved his hand dismissively. "Move five hundred meters east and search again!"
The carpet search soon yielded results. A subordinate reported finding a strange mark hidden by branches on a certain tree.
The Mist Captain arrived at the scene immediately, pulled out a scroll, and compared them one by one, confirming that this was the emergency contact signal newly changed by the Leaf forces.
After deciphering it, he obtained a brief message: Five o'clock direction, three hundred meters, inside the cave.
"Finally caught them!" The Mist Captain revealed a cruel smile. Among the two escapees was the target the higher-ups valued most. Only by capturing him would this ambush be considered a complete success.
Shisui Uchiha! This thorn in the side of the Mist forces had been active on the battlefield for less than half a year, yet his strength had improved rapidly, and he had repeatedly disrupted the Mist's operations. He was a must-kill target.
As for the other person who escaped, the Mist Captain had no memory of him. He was likely just a lackey by Shisui Uchiha's side. Aside from a somewhat noteworthy Transformation Jutsu, he could be disposed of at will.
The group of Mist ninja followed the deciphered information and found the location. Sure enough, they discovered the hidden cave. The Mist Captain's spirits soared, and he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to storm the cave.
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