Swish, swish, swish! The oddly shaped kunai traced graceful arcs through the air. Uchiha Gin, strolling leisurely, caught the Sword of Ninja Love with a lazy flick.
Scratching his curls, he noticed stray hairs falling, rolling his lifeless fish eyes and grumbling, "One mess after another. I'm losing hair young."
Having tasked Koharu, Gin sighed, feeling the weight of duty. Spotting the unhinged Yao, face twisted and eyes conflicted, he snapped, "Yeah, you, old man."
"Urgh…" Yao clutched his head, his lone eye oozing black mist, moaning. The gray jailer beside him flickered unstably, likely affected by Yao's turmoil.
Seeing Yao ignore his taunts, eager to clock out, Gin huffed, "Hey, say something!"
"You won't… sway me!" After agonizing, Yao roared, black mist consuming his pupil. Raising his head, the Mangekyo's pattern in his black eye gleamed eerily, devoid of earlier turmoil, only cold indifference. "Gin, if you won't join me, go to the underworld with your father."
Fully blackened, Yao's tone was icy, his gaze on Gin like a stranger's.
Blackening's this OP now? All talk of sending me off. Show some skill, geezer. Sensing disdain in Gin's eyes, Yao wordlessly commanded, "Wangliang, go."
The real Wangliang, mute, sank into shadows upon order. Gin's keen senses faintly tracked the jailer's shadow-darting path.
"Underestimating me, huh?" Noticing Wangliang's aimless circling, Gin deduced Yao was toying with him, smirking in annoyance.
Channeling chakra into his palm, a chorus of chirping birds erupted, dazzling lightning flaring. The blue glow lit half his face. Finding it bright, Gin donned sunglasses, gauging the Lightning Release's voltage. As the electric light stabilized, the veteran "electrician" nodded, pleased.
"Geezer, eat my Professor Yang's Kiss!" Since Wangliang wouldn't strike, Gin took the lead, flinging the condensed lightning orb at Yao.
??? Yao hadn't expected his grandson to skip hunting Wangliang's weakness and target him directly.
Decisive. Worthy of my blood. Teachable. Yao's thoughts shifted. A shadow curtain rose, absorbing the roaring lightning without a trace.
"That's a thing?" Gin frowned, studying Yao's shadows. No Mangekyo's useless—each one's weirder than the last. Mine's downright plain.
"You guessed right, but missed one thing," blackened Yao said, eerily calm, explaining to a surprised Gin. "Wangliang doesn't solely control shadows. I, the host, can too. Possession just offsets my mobility issues."
"Did you pay the Nara clan royalties?" Gin, ignoring the new ability, asked curiously.
Plagiarism, pure and simple. No tweaks.
"Don't compare my pupil technique to that third-rate secret," Yao snapped, nearly choking on Gin's bombshell, suppressing rising negativity through gritted teeth.
"It's identical!" Gin shrugged, leaning back, his earnest look spiking Yao's blood pressure.
"Wangliang, quit playing. Cut out his tongue!" Unable to endure, Yao, veins bulging, barked at the jailer.
From the shadows behind Gin's shrug, the lurking jailer emerged, shadow-forged dagger aimed at his unguarded back.
Clang! Without turning, Gin parried with the Sword of Ninja Love, a blue glint flashing through his sunglasses. Channeling chakra, he snapped the shadow dagger, slashing a gash across the jailer's chest. The jailer vanished into shadows.
Raising a brow, Gin toyed with the kunai. He'd sensed the hit, leaving pupil-charged chakra in the wound.
"That kunai? It hurt Wangliang?" Yao, via Mangekyo feedback, confirmed the injury, staring at Gin's quirky kunai, unease rising.
His trump card was Wangliang's elusiveness, immune to physical and genjutsu attacks, as tested.
"Not a novel. Expecting the enemy to monologue?" Muttering cryptically, Gin body-flickered forward, kunai thrusting at Yao. Yao's eye flashed, the jailer reappearing, dual shadow daggers targeting Gin's lower body.
"Dirty! Real dirty! Don't want great-grandkids, huh?" Gin cursed, abandoning his attack to avoid castration, shattering the daggers and severing the jailer's arm, which turned to ash.
Gotta take out the jailer to chat with the geezer. Yao winced, the jailer's damage reflecting on him—chest pain, arm numb, immobile.
Gin's wounds cracked Yao's psyche, a flicker of struggle in his black eye as his suppressed will fought back, normal color eroding the darkness.
About to act, Gin's sensory radar blared. Yao's aura flipped between goodwill and malice, like a spirit vying for control, leaving Gin puzzled.
"You won't resurface! Everything's for Kin's revenge!" Blackened Yao roared, quashing the other will, panting as he glared at the pensive Gin, eyes resolute. "Wangliang, merge!"
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