No…
What on earth is Emiya Shihara talking about?
What am I doing?
Why do I even believe that Emiya Shihara has learned to lie?
Black Zetsu, hiding underground, listened to the conversation between Emiya Shihara and Uchiha Madara. Its tiny brain felt like it was going to explode.
What do you mean "I won't lie, please forgive me if I'm wrong"?
Saying such words on your own initiative… isn't that clearly admitting to Uchiha Madara that you intend to lie? How could this possibly earn his trust?!
"…"
Uchiha Madara's expression was slightly strange.
Emiya Shihara… is he speaking like a human being?
What do you mean I won't lie, please forgive me if I'm wrong?
This great man from ancient times… is he trying to deceive himself with such a clumsy lie?
"Mister Emiya…"
Madara's face darkened. He suspected Shihara was playing a trick on him. But when he saw Shihara's sincere expression, a memory flashed through his mind—the village where Shihara had once lived. Immediately, he understood the source of the lie.
"Hmph…"
"If I'm not mistaken…"
Madara sneered, mocking the man he hated most. "It must have been Senju Tobirama who told you to lie to me when you meet me, right?"
"Uh… no,"
Shihara answered hesitantly.
"Hmph, it must have been him!"
Madara's sneer deepened. "That despicable Senju Tobirama, as treacherous as ever…"
"Alright."
Shihara sighed helplessly, as if lamenting his inability to restore Tobirama's credibility. "Tobirama once mentioned that you came to me, asking for help to heal your blind eye…"
"!!!"
Madara's eyes widened in shock.
No wonder!
No wonder Senju Tobirama had dared to trick such a powerful man into lying!
Madara suddenly realized Emiya Shihara's terrifying value. His palm subconsciously touched his blind eye. Could he really… heal it?
This was the price Madara had paid for using the Uchiha clan's forbidden technique, Izanagi. He had never expected to see with that eye again.
But… could Emiya Shihara truly restore it?
If he could, Madara would finally have the strength to challenge Senju Hashirama once more!
"Emiya-sama,"
Madara pushed aside his disheveled hair, revealing the graying eye beneath. His voice was deep and solemn. "Can you really heal this blind eye?"
"Uh…"
Shihara hesitated, caught in a dilemma. "Should I… be able to heal it? Or not?"
"…"
Madara's anger deepened.
A great medical ninja… and yet unsure of his own skills?
Such hesitation must be Tobirama's doing—a shameless attempt to prevent Shihara from healing him, tempting a great ninja to lie or conceal the truth.
Fortunately…
Even his lies were clumsy, like a novice's!
Madara's lips curled into a wicked smile. If Shihara could heal the eye, restoring sight would be a completely unexpected gift.
"That… is possible!"
Madara's expression shifted. "Emiya-sama, there's no need to follow Tobirama's lies…"
"That villain used dangerous forbidden techniques to disturb your mind, tempting you to lie to your patient and defaming your noble character. Do you still believe everything he said?"
"…"
Shihara sighed inwardly. From Madara's single word, he sensed the depth of his hatred for Tobirama. He could not defend the man.
Anyone could see… these were all Madara's own biases.
He hadn't even mentioned Tobirama once. Yet Madara would not listen.
"Forget it."
"I can heal your eye," Shihara said, abandoning any attempt to defend Tobirama. "But promise me one thing: don't start a new war with this renewed power, as Tobirama warned."
"It's him!"
Madara's hatred for Tobirama deepened. But he trusted Emiya Shihara and had no intention of starting a war. He even chuckled. "Don't worry. If my eye heals, I'll use it to bring true peace to this world…"
"I hope you won't lie to me."
Shihara nodded, carefully examining the blind eye. In a single sentence, he revealed the cause.
"Is this… permanent blindness from the Sharingan?"
"You used a technique triggered by the Sharingan, resulting in the complete blindness of this eye?"
"Indeed."
Madara had no doubt. He already believed in Shihara's medical prowess.
"In theory…"
"I do have a way to heal it."
Shihara frowned, as if in deep thought. "In ancient times, I could have used the power of Yin to forcibly enhance its pupil, restoring sight…"
"Oh… that's strange…"
"To heal Hashirama Senju, you need Yang chakra; to heal your eyes, Yin chakra…"
"The power of Yang? Yin?"
Madara's heart raced. He remembered the original reason he came to Shihara: the words on the stone tablet. Our Mangekyō Sharingan may have the potential to enhance pupil power…
The extremes of Yin and Yang chakra could act on him and Hashirama respectively!
Countless thoughts raced through Madara's mind. This trip had been the right decision.
This ancient medical ninja casually revealed countless truths, clarifying Madara's inner turmoil.
"But…"
"I can't do it in my current state," Shihara shook his head. "In this state of Impure World Reincarnation, I cannot unleash the ultimate power of Yin."
"…"
Madara's expression darkened. His hope of regaining sight had been dashed—at least temporarily.
"But… don't worry."
Shihara's words rekindled Madara's hope. His gaze sharpened, as if he could see everything within himself.
"This blind eye has been affected by a powerful chakra. Nourished by it, it will gradually regain power…"
Madara's expression shifted. He had seen it—Shihara could even detect the chakra he had acquired from Hashirama Senju!
"More than that…"
"When it regains sight…"
"The power of your eyes will be even greater…"
Shihara's gaze bored into Madara's eyes. His voice deepened, telling a story that captivated him.
"As their power grows, these eyes will be capable of communicating Yin and Yang, life and death…"
"In ancient times, such eyes belonged to a being revered as a deity. I once possessed them. They fused all chakra properties and contained the power of the universe…"
"!!!"
Madara's pupils widened.
The universe… the power of all things recorded on the Uchiha clan's stone tablet!
Finally, his lingering question was answered. Emiya Shihara's words clarified everything.
"The name of such eyes is…"
Shihara's gaze seemed to pierce Madara's soul, seeing both past and future, slowly emerging in a web of conspiracy and deception.
"The Rinnegan."
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