Capítulo 68: 68. Still Stubborn
In Uchiha Haru's buried memories, six years ago, when the Uchiha clan's territory was attacked, Uchiha Gin awakened the legendary eyes of the Uchiha clan in a moment of despair. Due to excessive use of these eyes at once, his body was backlashed by the ocular power, nearly causing a complete genetic breakdown.
In desperation, Uchiha Tajima ordered the removal of Uchiha Gin's eyes and had them transplanted into Nameless, who was also in the process of developing the Mangekyō Sharingan. Uchiha Gin, now blind, had ordinary human eyes implanted to stabilize his deteriorating condition.
Unexpectedly, six years later, Uchiha Gin, who had always been mediocre since, reawakened the Sharingan during a mission.
As a researcher, Uchiha Haru found this unbelievable. After the incident, he specifically questioned Uchiha Hiro, who had provided the replacement eyes back then. Uchiha Hiro assured him repeatedly that the eyes transplanted into Uchiha Gin were indeed taken from the corpse of an invader.
This intrigued Uchiha Haru even more regarding Uchiha Gin's Sharingan, prompting him to invite Uchiha Gin for an examination when they coincidentally met in the street.
"Before your Sharingan awakened, did you experience any discomfort?" Uchiha Haru, having conducted numerous human experiments, knew that eye transplants often came with rejection reactions.
Discomfort? After awakening his eyes, Uchiha Gin only felt euphoric, never experiencing any discomfort. In fact, these eyes seemed to suit him even better than his original ones.
"No, everything was normal before I awakened them. There were no signs of anything unusual," Uchiha Gin reported honestly.
No rejection? Uchiha Haru furrowed his brow.
Based on his research, even someone with Uchiha bloodline who receives a transplant would likely experience mild rejection, let alone eyes from someone outside the clan.
"What's the level of your Sharingan now?" Uchiha Haru asked, changing the topic.
Without speaking, Uchiha Gin's eyes flickered red, revealing the cold, chilling Sharingan.
"Hmm, already at the three-tomoe stage?" A flash of surprise crossed Uchiha Haru's otherwise cold face. He knew Uchiha Gin's physical condition all too well.
That broken body from six years ago was still vivid in his memory. If it hadn't been for timely intervention, Uchiha Gin would have long been dead from the backlash of his ocular power.
"Just lucky," Uchiha Gin replied humbly.
"Leave me a sample of your eye tissue," Uchiha Haru said after a moment of thought, pulling out a set of tools from a drawer and handing them to Uchiha Gin.
Without hesitation, Uchiha Gin nodded and took the sample collection tools. After a few procedures, rubbing his slightly reddened eyes, he handed the samples over to Uchiha Haru.
"That's all for now. I'll send someone to inform you when the results are out," Uchiha Haru dismissed him promptly after receiving the samples.
Knowing better than to ask more questions, Uchiha Gin left Uchiha Haru's lab directly.
Outside, Uchiha Gin rubbed his growling stomach. He realized that with his current routine of only eating two meals a day, his weak body might not be able to sustain his extraordinary soul.
No, no, I need to eat well, he thought.
But eating alone seemed boring. As he walked through the bustling Uchiha district, he felt a sudden sense of loneliness. As an outsider in this world, he still hadn't fully integrated into it.
Since the original Uchiha Gin had been a loner, there was no need to worry about family relationships, which had its perks—but it did get lonely sometimes.
While searching for food in the district, he spotted a familiar figure in the distance.
"How much for this fish, sir?" It was none other than Senju Itama, always carrying his Isobu plush toy, out shopping alone.
The marketplace vendors were mostly outsiders under the Uchiha clan's protection, conducting trade in the area and paying taxes to the Uchiha periodically.
"Are you running errands for your family, little guy?" The burly fish vendor asked, noticing Itama eyeing the fresh fish with hunger.
"Yes, I am!" Itama replied, his eyes twinkling as he imagined how delicious the fish would be when cooked into sweet and sour fish.
"Haha, you're quite capable for someone so young, running errands for your family!" The fishmonger laughed heartily. Seeing Itama's eager eyes fixed on the fish, he offered, "I'll give you this fish for half price."
"Really? Thank you, sir!" Itama beamed, stars practically shining in his eyes as he bounced with joy, clutching his half-price fish.
But just as he turned to leave, Itama bumped into a tall figure, stumbling slightly from the impact.
"Whose child are you?" The figure looked down coldly at the unfamiliar Itama, eyeing him suspiciously.
Caught off guard and nervous, Itama gripped his plush tighter, unsure how to respond.
Sensing the tension, the Uchiha man scanned the child with growing suspicion.
"Hey, hey, why are you taking so long just to buy a fish?" Uchiha Gin called out, noticing the situation from afar and stepping in at the right moment.
"You…"
The Uchiha man's expression soured when he recognized Uchiha Gin. "Keep an eye on your kid. Don't let him cause trouble in the streets," he said, throwing a cold glance before walking away.
"Let's go home," Uchiha Gin sighed, turning to the quiet Itama and speaking gently.
The two walked home, one in front, the other behind.
Uchiha Gin glanced back at the little kid, feeling somewhat guilty. After all, he was the one who'd told Itama it was fine to shop in the Uchiha district.
He hadn't anticipated that even with his dyed black hair, Itama would still draw suspicion from certain Uchiha clan members.
"If anyone asks next time, just say you're from Uchiha Gin's household. The clan won't give you trouble."
After thinking it over, Uchiha Gin offered some advice to the kid behind him.
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Surprised, Itama looked up. He had thought that after this incident, Uchiha Gin might lock him up, but instead, Gin had given him the freedom to move around using his name.
"Hmph, your household? Dream on! You should come join the Senju instead and be part of our clan!" Itama, proud of his Senju heritage, couldn't bring himself to back down.
"You don't want fish anymore?" Uchiha Gin sighed, knowing the little brat too well, and resorted to his trump card.
"Nooo, Father!" Itama whined, unwilling to miss out on the fish.
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