Leaving the Kazekage Tower, Rinjin walked home with steady steps, carefully calculating his plans.
The Fourth Kazekage could be pushed around a little, but never too harshly. That's why he was willing to give up some seats among the Eighteen. The significance of newspapers wasn't hard to understand—it wouldn't take long for Rasa to figure it out. Faced with this kind of power over public opinion, could the new Kazekage really stand it? Absolutely not! And if he couldn't stand it, he'd have to act. After all, as Kazekage, this guy had wartime command authority! That meant once a large-scale, unavoidable war broke out, the Kazekage could instantly reclaim all power. But doing so came at a heavy price—if the war got bogged down or ended in defeat, the Kazekage's foundation would inevitably be shaken!
Right now, Konoha, Iwagakure, and Kumogakure were fighting fiercely with no clear winner in sight. And nearby Amegakure was completely outmatched. At a time like this, while Rasa still had the means to start a war, doing so would be very dangerous. At the same time, this was exactly Rinjin's plan. Step by step, slowly sideline Rasa, taking it gradually. What he needed was a sidelined Kazekage, not no Kazekage at all.
Step one: personally crush Sunagakure's forces. Step two: seize partial power, making Fourth KazekageRasa stumble in municipal affairs. Step three: invite this embattled Kazekage to join the game. Bring him into the Eighteen Seats meetings. For someone of the previous three Kazekage's stature, this would be an insult. As a behind-the-scenes proxy, playing alongside a bunch of mid-level and low-level proxies—what else could that be but humiliation? But for Rasa, it was actually a decent beginning. Through the Eighteen Seats, he could reach for more power. But for Rinjin, this was also an opportunity to drag him down to earth.
Simply put, Rinjin was like the cowherd who stole the weaver girl's clothes while she was bathing~ Uh... that's a bit obscure. Let's try another analogy: Rinjin was a chicken farm owner, and his facility had just brought in a batch of new broiler chicks. This batch was a new breed—great meat quality, but requiring expensive feed and a two-and-a-half-year raising period. With such a long cultivation time, even selling at a thousand ryō per pound wouldn't recover costs. So Rinjin came up with a plan: train these chicks in special talents, use marketing to hype them to sky-high prices, and sell them as pets~
...
Anyway, Rinjin was both pressuring Rasa and cleverly controlling that pressure to keep Rasa from getting too agitated. Just like those guys with beautiful wives—if your wife looks so gorgeous even when angry, let her stay mad a little longer~
As Rinjin pondered his plans— At the center of the ninja world, in Konoha Village, 66 Mingcha Street, Shizune and Rin returned home one after another.
In the kitchen, Rin watched Rinjin's clone bustling about and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Rinjin, how do you awaken the Sharingan? Why don't I feel anything at all?"
The apron-wearing clone scratched his greasy hair and smiled awkwardly: "How would I know? I'm just a clone, G~ Besides, even the original doesn't have the Sharingan—he doesn't know how to train it either! Here's what I'll do: I'll recommend someone for you to ask."
Hearing this, Rin's slight disappointment immediately transformed into eager anticipation on her cute little face.
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The next day, afternoon. Outside the Uchiha compound at Fugaku Uchiha's house, a sweet-looking girl with purple markings on her face stood nervously at the door.
With a soft creak, the Fugaku family's front door opened. A refined, black-haired woman stood in the doorway, asking curiously: "Little girl, who are you looking for?"
Rin twisted her small hands together and replied: "Hello, I... I'm looking for Mr. Fugaku Uchiha. Uncle Rinjin recommended I come here."
As she spoke, the little girl pulled out an ordinary letter and politely handed it to Mikoto Uchiha.
Mikoto smiled and accepted the letter, stepping aside to open the door wider. "Come in. Fugaku won't be home for another half hour—come have some tea!"
Rin nodded politely and followed Mikoto inside. This was a very traditional courtyard-style house, with an overall courtyard even larger than Uncle Rinjin's home. Worth noting was how quiet it was here—the entire atmosphere carried a sense of peaceful tranquility.
Half an hour later, Fugaku Uchiha returned. Fugaku Uchiha wore a deep green Konoha jōnin vest over a black tight-fitting combat suit. Notably, on his upper arm was embroidered the Konoha Police Force symbol: a shuriken base with an embedded fan. Unlike the original story, his short black hair looked extremely sharp and capable.
"May I ask who you are?" Fugaku looked at Rin curiously from the hallway.
Rin quickly stood up from beside the hallway and bowed slightly: "Hello, Mr. Fugaku. My name is Nohara Rin, and Uncle Rinjin introduced me to come here."
Fugaku was slightly stunned, then his lips curved into a hearty smile that only insiders could see. "Sensei sent you?! Please sit down! How is Sensei lately? Still wandering around everywhere like before?"
Rin shook her head somewhat shyly. "I don't know. It was Uncle Rinjin's clone who introduced me to come here. Um... Mr. Fugaku, here's the situation: I... I... I transplanted a pair of Sharingan—Uncle Rinjin gave them to me... And then... then I want to understand how to... how to awaken them..."
Rin spoke hesitantly, her voice getting smaller and smaller. She was usually a very outgoing girl, but when facing the Uchiha clan, she always felt some inexplicable sense of moral guilt. This also made her somewhat afraid of this cheerfully smiling man in front of her.
Hearing Rin's words, Fugaku was immediately stunned, then covered his forehead and shook his head with a bitter smile. He didn't fly into a rage as Rin had imagined, but instead seemed to know something as he muttered to himself: "Has Sensei already developed that technique? Truly remarkable! But whose eyes are these? Ryōta Uchiha's?"
After all, Ryōta Uchiha was the only unlucky Uchiha that Rinjin had secretly eliminated~ Unable to figure it out, Fugaku simply stopped thinking about it and looked up at Rin: "Don't be so tense. I roughly understand where your eyes came from—don't worry about it too much. As for how to awaken them, actually asking Sensei might be more direct, since back then my Mangekyō..."
Fugaku suddenly gritted his teeth. "...was opened with Sensei's... help!"
Hearing Fugaku's words, Rin's eyes immediately dimmed as she said quietly: "Uncle's clone told me he... doesn't know how."
Fugaku seemed to think of something and nodded in agreement. "Uh... Sensei wasn't wrong—he really doesn't know. With his extreme, almost obsessive methods, I'm lucky I survived back then, thanks to Lady Tsunade. Here's what I'll do: I'll tell you the principle behind the Sharingan and the method ordinary Uchiha clan members use to awaken it. Go home and think it over."
Fugaku sat cross-legged on the floor without hesitation and began speaking slowly. "The Sharingan, fundamentally, is the Eye that Reflects the Heart. The Sharingan needs to experience certain stimulation to awaken—for example, love. Once you lose that love, special chakra surges in your brain, affecting your optic nerves and causing your eyes to change—this is called awakening. When awakening, your pupils turn red and produce one tomoe in each eye in symmetrical form—this is the initial form of the Sharingan. The more tomoe in your eyes, the stronger the Sharingan's abilities, with a maximum of three tomoe. This is what my clan generally believes. However, I think Sensei's method is also very effective—you don't have to lose any relatives or loved ones. The only downside is you're likely to become mentally unstable, or at best just obsessive!"
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