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Nearly an hour later, Kanzou emerged from Mikoto's bedroom, fully dressed but with a refreshed expression and an ear-to-ear grin as he stuffed a piece of black fabric with three holes in it into the pockets of his pants under the scrutinizing and disgusted gaze of the woman to whom it belonged.
"What do you want to do with that?" she asked, looking disgusted at the thought of letting him take that.
"Of course, it's a trophy…" chuckled Kanzou while thinking to himself, 'It might come in handy in the future…'
Mikoto clenched her fists at his action and his words, but was helpless and followed behind with an equally composed face and neat clothes.
It's just that she was only composed on the outside, covered by her neat and clean clothes.
Underneath her clothes, it was a different story.
Her unsteady posture, her stiff movements, her trembling body, the white fluids tracing along her thighs because of the absence of the fabric—that would have been there normally but was no longer there because Kanzou had stuffed it into his pocket—were a few signs to suggest the true picture of what had happened in the bedroom in the past hour.
But Mikoto couldn't care about all that at the moment.
As Kanzou began to step out, she called after him in a restrained voice, "Remember what you promised me. Don't hurt Sofu-sama."
Her parents had died when she was young, and it was her grandfather who had raised her.
He was her only remaining family.
"That," Kanzou said with a smirk, "depends on how well you behave from now on."
He glanced at her casually. "Today's performance… didn't exactly impress me."
Although seeing Mikoto's beautiful body in a bare state, fucking her, and leaving hickey's on her body as a mark of his ownership over her felt good, her lack of cooperation left Kanzou rather unsatisfied.
She acted more like a doll who had given up than someone who was actively pleasing and serving him… and that was unacceptable to him.
He wanted her to devote herself to him… serve him with all her heart.
"You—" Mikoto wanted to beat him up for complaining after he had done so many vile and shameful things to her, but before she could do so, Kanzou had already disappeared, leaving her behind in the empty hallway of her house.
Utterly lost, Mikoto collapsed against the wall as the tears she was trying her best to hold back for the past few hours came flooding out, "What am I supposed to do now…?"
Her dignity had been torn apart by Kanzou, and what happened today had completely shattered her sense of self-worth.
Worse still was her current position—how could she ever face Fugaku?
Marriage between them was now out of the question.
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Mikoto's emotional turmoil was of no concern to Kanzou. He had neither the time nor the interest to ponder what was going on in her heart.
He wasn't worried that she'd blabber about what they had done… doing so would only tarnish her own dignity.
But even if she did, Kanzou wouldn't care… rather, he'd be happy as she'd be throwing mud on Fugaku's face…'
'Well, now onto the more important matters…' shaking his head, Kanzou focused on the System.
"System, report the rewards again."
While he had received a system notification during the act, Kanzou had been too focused to check it at the time.
[Ding. The host coerced Uchiha Mikoto into prostituting herself and forcibly took her virginity. Rewards: Mangekyō Sharingan, +100,000 Evil Points]
"Bloody hell... That's a massive haul."
Kanzou was stunned by the massive reward.
He had managed to earn 5000 points from Douma's death, but the reward from that wasn't even a fraction of what he gained this time.
The one thing Kanzou desired most, Mangekyō Sharingan, was now his, along with 100,000 evil points.
Earning it through Mikoto had left him unsettled. He had never imagined acquiring the Mangekyō Sharingan in such a way. It felt surreal.
'I might have cracked the cod–!'
But his thoughts were broken by a surge of terrifying, overwhelming visual prowess that flooded into his eyes, followed by a sharp, piercing pain.
It didn't last long, but the sheer force of it was unforgettable.
When the pain faded, Kanzou felt the terrifying surge of power settle into his vision. Compared to the Three Tomoe Sharingan, this was on a whole different level, his visual prowess had increased by dozens of times.
Not only had Kanzou's visual prowess evolved, but his chakra had also surged significantly.
Originally on the verge of reaching Kage-level, Kanzou had now fully crossed that threshold. He was no longer a contender; he was a true Kage-level powerhouse. And with the addition of the Mangekyō Sharingan, his combat strength placed him among the elite even within that tier.
"I wonder what kind of ocular Jutsu I've awakened…"
It didn't take him long to piece it together.
"Amenominakanushi… and Amenotokotachi?"
Kanzou's right eye had awakened Amenominakanushi, while his left eye had awakened Amenotokotachi.
As he began to understand their abilities, a cold breath escaped him. "Hiss… these ocular jutsu… aren't they a bit too terrifying?" Even he was stunned by the powers he had unlocked.
Both techniques were related to time.
Amenominakanushi, the ocular jutsu of his left eye, could alter both the perception and the actual flow of time for a target relative to himself.
To understand it more clearly, consider a simple example: a kunai is thrown toward him. If he activates Amenominakanushi on that kunai, the weapon itself slows down.
It's important to clarify that he won't just be perceiving the Kunai moving slowly, as it happens with enhanced perception of Sharingan.
No, the kunai would truly move more slowly through space.
This wasn't a trick of vision. It wasn't heightened reflexes or predictive sight.
And this slower movement wouldn't just be the result of an external force like resistance or inertia. It was the direct manipulation of time itself.
Indeed, time itself would be slowed down for the kunai relative to the rest of the world.
In a sense, Amenominakanushi resembled the Noro Noro no Mi/Slow-Slow Fruit from Nepo Piece.
Quite obviously, Amenominakanushi was effective not only on weapons like kunai, but on people as well, and that made the ocular jutsu all the more terrifying.
With Amenominakanushi, differences in speed became largely irrelevant. It didn't matter how fast his enemies were; in relation to him, they would always be slower.
And yet, Amenotokotachi, the ocular jutsu of his right eye, was no less frightening.
If Amenominakanushi allowed him to slow the flow of time for objects or individuals within his line of sight, then Amenotokotachi went a step further, it allowed him to stop them outright.
It granted him the power to freeze targets in time and space, effectively halting time itself. The duration of this suspension depended on how much chakra he expended and the strength of his visual prowess.
Together, these two ocular jutsu were nearly invincible.
Their only drawback lay in the immense strain they placed on both chakra reserves and visual prowess.
In addition to these two eye techniques, Kanzou now had access to Susanoo, a visual Jutsu that could be summoned as long as the Mangekyō Sharingan in both eyes was activated.
Susanoo was a symbol of absolute destruction. It was said that those who witnessed it rarely lived to tell the tale.
"This time, the reward is immense… and for that, I have to thank you, Mikoto-san," Kanzou muttered with a smile.
What Kanzou craved above all else was power, the ability to control and dominate everything. Compared to that, women, wealth, and influence were secondary.
For seventeen years, Kanzou had focused solely on training. He had tried everything to grow stronger, so much so that he never spared time for interacting with women beyond a superficial level.
And he wasn't planning to change his objective all that much…
"Even though I've awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan and broken through to Kage-level, it's still not enough," Kanzou muttered to himself.
He couldn't ignore the major flaw of the Mangekyō Sharingan, progressive blindness.
The only known way to overcome this side effect was to evolve it into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, which required transplanting the Mangekyō Sharingan of a sibling.
But Kanzou had no siblings. In fact, he had no true blood relatives at all.
That meant the only hope of attaining the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan lay with the system.
Until that evolution became possible, Kanzou knew he had to be extremely cautious with how often he used his Mangekyō Sharingan.
He couldn't afford to abuse it.
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Drop power Powerstonessssssssss!
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