Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: The Little Uzumaki Karin
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The Uchiha's Sharingan is actually Yin Release, emerging with extreme changes under intense emotional stimulation.
Although what he got from Orochimaru was just a two-tomoe Sharingan, Menma combined his own research on kekkei genkai from the Tsukuyomi of Limited Duration World, stimulated it with Yin Release chakra, and sure enough, evolved it into a three-tomoe Sharingan.
Though this Sharingan was nowhere near a Mangekyo Sharingan, with this eye, Menma could now use many Sharingan-exclusive genjutsu—even Izanagi!
As for slowing down enemy movements in the Sharingan or enhanced dynamic visual acuity, for Menma—whose strength already surpassed ordinary Kage-level—it offered the smallest boost.
After transplanting the Sharingan and evolving it to three-tomoe, Menma slept like a baby.
The next morning, upon waking in the stone chamber amid the Uzushio Village ruins, Menma left behind a Flying Thunder God kunai. His main body then performed an ultra-long-range teleport via the marker he'd set up in a cave somewhere in the Land of Fields.
Spanning most of the Land of Fire, such an extreme-distance warp could only be pulled off by someone with Menma's insane chakra reserves.
The Land of Grass lived up to its name: vast grasslands covered most of its territory, with only scattered forests along the borders.
The Hidden Grass Village sat smack in the center of an endless prairie in the country's heartland.
Atop a small hill blanketed in lush green, three-year-old Uzumaki Karin trailed her companions, gathering herbs.
Unlike the other Grass Ninja Village kids chatting and laughing, Karin was always shunned.
Even the genin leading the group taught the others kindly about identifying herbs.
But whenever his eyes turned to Karin, they filled with deep gravity and caution.
The young Karin couldn't understand why everyone treated her this way—why they always regarded her and her mother with such tangled emotions.
Whenever they ventured out to collect herbs or fodder for the village livestock, Karin kept her distance from the rest. Too close, and they'd recoil; too far, and the genin leader would snap at her.
Today's sun beat down fiercely. Karin was herded to the sun-facing side, head bowed over her herbs, her tiny frame baking under the relentless blaze.
Suddenly, a shadow eclipsed the blinding light.
Thinking it was the genin coming to yell at her, Karin timidly looked up.
Instead, a mysterious man in a white three-eyed fox mask stood silently before her.
This black-clad enigma cast a sliver of shade over Karin. A breeze swept the prairie, bringing her a taste of cool relief after so long.
"Karin! Get away from him!"
A sharp yell cut from behind her.
A woman wearing a Grass forehead protector stood tense on the higher slope, her face grim. She yanked shuriken from her pouch and hurled them at the masked man—and Karin.
Intentional or not, one streaked straight for Karin.
In her eyes, it loomed larger and larger.
At the last instant, a large hand snatched it midair.
The masked man body-flickered in front of Karin, catching all three shuriken barehanded. Then—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
He flung them back with savage precision, counterattacking.
The Grass genin tried to evade, but horror dawned as she realized they'd sealed every escape.
Clang—
One sliced into her thigh, blood spurting in an instant.
"Ah!"
The female genin gritted through the pain, snatching a signal flare from her pouch and firing it skyward.
Swoosh—
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