bookbashuk Chapter 186 Menma's Kaleidoscope Eye Technique: Wheel of Fear
Chapter 186 Menma's Kaleidoscope Eye Technique: Wheel of Fear
Chapter 187 Menma's Kaleidoscope Eye Technique: Wheel of Fear
Star City, deep underground in the military zone.
In a quiet room constructed of heavy alloy and intricate sealing runes, the main body of the face sat cross-legged.
A white three-eyed fox mask sat at his side, and beneath his short black hair was a face that, though young, possessed a maturity far beyond his years.
The image of the vast chakra and ocular power washing over him upon contact with the giant Tenseigan was like a surging undercurrent violently colliding and settling in his sea of consciousness.
He slowly closed his eyes, his mind becoming calm and focused.
The vast chakra within his body was precisely guided, transforming into a surging torrent that flowed along specific meridians, rushing towards his eyes and continuously refining them into ocular power, washing over them.
The left eye, the crimson three-tomoe Sharingan, was the first to be ignited.
The three magatama began to spin, faster and faster, their trajectory becoming increasingly blurred, as if trying to break free from the constraints of their eye sockets and tear apart their original forms.
A sharp, burning pain suddenly erupted from deep within my eyeballs, as if a red-hot iron was repeatedly scalding my optic nerve.
"Hmph!" Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his numb forehead, but his body remained as steady as a rock, his powerful willpower locking his mind.
Guide the viewer to observe the immense power within their body continuously impacting the Sharingan.
He could clearly "inner vision" that the trajectory of the rapidly rotating magatama was beginning to lengthen, twist, and deform, and the boundaries between them were no longer distinct.
The lines of the three magatama intertwine and entwine in extreme rotation, eventually collapsing and recombining to form a completely new, profound and mysterious pattern.
A black vortex that seemed capable of swallowing all light!
At the center of the vortex, a point of utter nothingness quietly coalesced.
Just as the pattern in the left eye was fully formed, a surge of enlightenment from the depths of the eyeball came rushing in.
The true name of the Kaleidoscope's eye technique is engraved deep in my consciousness like a brand—Yuan Yu!
This newly created eye technique, imbued with a certain destructive power, resonated strongly in the right eye like a boulder thrown into a lake.
That "red eye," which is usually as beautiful as a ruby and can perceive the flow of chakra and interfere with the Byakugan, now seemed to be a ferocious beast that had been awakened, emanating waves of burning heat.
With a mind as sharp as lightning, he unhesitatingly diverted a pure torrent of the unique and immense power of his left kaleidoscope eye and forcefully channeled it into his right eye!
Buzz!
His right eye, the red eye, suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly sharp red light!
My vision was instantly engulfed by an endless, blood-red torrent, as if I were in a molten lava inferno.
A tearing pain shot through my eyeball, as if the entire eyeball was about to be burst and melted by this foreign, higher-level pupil power!
His face was numb, his teeth clenched, and he let out a suppressed groan. His body trembled slightly from the intense pain, but his powerful mental will acted like a stabilizing force, firmly anchoring and guiding the violent alien pupil power to undergo a difficult fusion and reshaping with the pupil power of his right eye.
He could feel a deeper transformation taking place in the internal structure of his right eye, and the blood-red world in his vision began to show clearer, somewhat ethereal "lines".
Perhaps because, unlike the Sharingan which evolves through intense emotional stimulation, this transformation process, cleansed by ocular power, is painful and lengthy.
It's as if it's reshaping the senses of the soul.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent energy storm in the quiet room finally subsided, leaving only absolute silence.
Mianma slowly opened his eyes.
On the left eye, against a scarlet background, a deep black vortex pattern slowly swirls, with a point of nothingness at its center seemingly connecting to an endless abyss, radiating an aura that sends shivers down one's spine.
The ruby-like color of his right eye had deepened and become more restrained. A ripple, indescribable, flashed across the depths of his pupil before disappearing and returning to normal.
However, Mianma clearly sensed that its insight and interference capabilities had leaped to a completely new level, with its perception becoming more acute and subtle.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm up, and his mind focused. The vortex in the kaleidoscope pattern in his left eye seemed to come alive, and an invisible force quietly gathered in his palm.
This is not the condensation of chakra, but the manifestation of a rule brought about by the kaleidoscope.
He stared at the core of this power, trying to decipher the essence of "Lunyu".
"Erase and delete," he muttered to himself, interpreting the meaning.
"The erasure of the narrative layer of the specific existence traces of this eye technique has gone beyond the Sharingan's instinct for emotional evolution. Its 'reality distortion' characteristic is more like some kind of higher-dimensional interference authority."
It's like—like an author who deletes certain settings from their work!
Menma's mind was racing, combining his fifteen years of struggle and ups and downs in the "Limited Tsukuyomi" world with his unique understanding of the "Naruto world" as a transmigrator.
This "Pupil Technique: Wheel of Deception" is by no means a simple physical annihilation.
It points directly to "existence" itself and operates on the rules that constitute the world!
It can sever the strongest "bonds" between people, turning life-and-death friends into strangers; it can also erase the core contractual bond between the Jinchuriki and the Tailed Beast, eliminating the need for sealing techniques and cutting off the Jinchuriki's Tailed Beast chakra with just a glance!
There are also cursed seals and sealing techniques like "Bird in a Cage," which can be "erased"!
It can even directly delete the connection between the target and the source of its core power, such as the bloodline-level authority of the Sakuren father and son over the giant Tenseigan!
A grander, almost insane idea took shape in his mind: if this eye technique continues to evolve to a higher level, could it be like Ada's "omnipotent" divine technique in "Boruto" and directly distort and rewrite people's cognition?
Even in the future, when these eyes evolve to a higher form, will they be able to ignore the fundamental rule of the Otsutsuki clan's rampage across the universe, the rule of "vessels"?
To directly invalidate their "wedge"?
"The power of narrative layers?" Menma's fingertips unconsciously traced the void in front of him, and the vortex pattern in his left eye flickered slightly, as if echoing this unconventional conjecture.
He vaguely sensed that this power, which originated from painful evolution, seemed to have touched upon a realm that transcended the current physical rules of the ninja world, and had some mysterious connection with his identity as a "transmigrator," a variable that should not exist in the "script."
This is perhaps the most incredible and fitting gift that Menma received in that fake yet unforgettable "Limited Tsukuyomi".
With this thought in mind, the power in his eyes focused!
The kaleidoscope in my left eye suddenly started spinning faster!
Eye Technique: Wheel Fear!
Inside the giant reincarnation eye on the moon, the blue light threads representing authority, which are invisible to ordinary people, broke off and dissipated one after another without any resistance!
It wasn't destruction, but rather complete erasure from the level of the "concept of existence"!
Deletion complete.
From this moment on, the giant Tenseigan is exclusively his domain.
Menma picked up the white three-eyed fox mask again and gently covered his face, concealing his heterochromatic eyes.
Star City, an administrative district on the east bank of the Youhe River.
The family compound features a variety of architectural styles, blending traditional ninja courtyards with modern row apartments.
Across from the Uzumaki clan's mansion, separated by a meticulously manicured lawn, a courtyard, also built of gray-white boulders but with a more ancient and minimalist style, has just been completed.
Above the door, there were no family crests, only a newly made, uncarved white stone plaque.
This is the new residence of the Otsutsuki father and son.
Deep inside the mansion, in a quiet room, the light was soft.
Uchiha Hikaru and Uchiha Shisui stood on the veranda, leaning against a pillar.
Hikari's gaze was fixed on the moon in the night sky, while Shisui's eyes were fixed on the surgery taking place inside the room.
Inside, Vanilla Whirlpool, her forehead glistening with fine beads of sweat, gently removed her hands, which were wrapped in delicate pale green chakra, from Toneri's eyes, who had just finished surgery.
"That's enough," Vanilla's voice was gentle and encouraging. "Come on, try to feel its presence."
On the bed, the young servant's eyes were tightly closed, his long white eyelashes trembling slightly from the pain and intense sensation of something foreign in them.
After Vanilla gestured, he tried, very slowly, with a mixture of fear and anticipation, to open his eyes.
A flash of light.
The soft but unfamiliar light entered his optic nerve directly for the first time without being simulated through his "mind's eye"!
Unlike the monotonous lines that the mind's eye perceives as flowing energy, what appears before me is a halo of color, blurry, and post-operative double vision, outlining the silhouette of the person in front of me.
Wearing a white lab coat and with her bright red hair styled in a bun, Vanilla Whirlpool.
Shuo Ren sat by the bed, carefully and repeatedly sketching his son's outline with his "mind's eye".
"Father," the servant suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of cautious probing and barely suppressed excitement.
He slowly, as if using all his strength, opened the Byakugan that originally belonged to the elders of the Hyuga main family.
His eye sockets were no longer suffocatingly dark!
Bright light, carrying the warmth of color, flooded into his vision for the first time so realistically and clearly!
Although there was still a slight sense of unease, as if looking through a thin veil, he could definitely "see" it!
I saw the soft, delicate textures on the ceiling, the warm light streaming in through the window, dappled with golden hues, and my father's aged face beside the bed, a face deeply wrinkled, weary, and weathered, yet strangely familiar in my "mind's eye."
Those newly formed white eyes now clearly reflected the haggard face of the person from Shuo.
"Sheren, did you see that?" Shuo Ren's voice trembled with disbelief and a sense of relief. He used his mind's eye to "see" the renewed light in his son's eyes, a light that belonged to vision. The heart that had been frozen and hardened by twisted obsession finally melted away completely at this moment.
"Yes! Father, I see it! I see it! I see your face!" Sheren suddenly sat up, excitedly reaching out his slightly trembling hand to tightly grasp his father's withered palm.
His gaze greedily swept across every corner of the room, finally settling once more on his father's face, etched with the wrinkles of time. His voice choked with emotion: "So—this is what the area around Father's eyes looks like—"
Shuo Ren gripped his son's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white with the force. He forced a smile, almost a benevolent one, onto his wrinkled face, though the smile appeared particularly poignant against his decaying complexion.
"It's good that you can see. It's good that you can see." He sighed deeply, as if he had unloaded the heavy burden of his entire life, and his tone became more solemn than ever before.
"From now on, follow Lord Shura to see..." Shuo Ren seemed to want to describe a scene, but ultimately it ended in a silent, unspoken blank.
The joy on Sheren's face froze instantly. Looking at his father's withered and haggard face, a great sadness welled up in his heart, and his eyes instantly reddened.
But Shuo Ren simply shook his head vigorously, his murky "mind's eye" seemingly piercing through the roof, gazing at the sky above the Star Capital: "Do not grieve. To see you regain your sight is enough to ease my obsession. Lord Shura's gift of new life, granting my race the chance to survive, deserves our utmost gratitude."
Sheren nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto the back of her father's tightly clenched hand.
In those newly formed white eyes, for the first time, a sense of belonging, deep and genuine, arose not only from awe at the unfamiliar world and the powerful, god-like figure wearing a white three-eyed fox mask, but also from awe of absolute power.
Under the night sky of the Star Capital, the direct descendants of Ōtsutsuki Hamura quietly took root on the banks of the Yu River.