Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

I stared all the way back home with red eyes that I couldn't close.

On the way back, I took a closer look at the pair of three hook jades by the reflection of the car window.

Very beautiful, very bright red, three hooks are self-contained, spinning uncontrollably like a windmill.

The sense of incongruity and strangeness that I have encountered and neglected by me are all connected at this moment.

Thinking about it this way, Togama-san's attitude was really strange for a while, and Madara-san paid special attention to my eyes during that time.

Mr. Hashirama, a man who can never use common sense to judge, probably also knows it well.

——So I was the only client who was kept in the dark, and I stupidly opened my eyes to awaken and upgrade.

The more I think about it, the more crazy I get, it's all three hooks!

Let me ask, at what point can a person be so dull that he can't even notice the problem with his own eyes?

This is also outrageous.

The problem is that there is no pain, and there is no obvious change in power...or if there is, it is naturally digested by me as a part of the transparent world.

In addition, it is not my own body that was used in the Taisho era, so it is understandable that I have not discovered it... right?

This pair of Sharingan stays in my eye sockets so naturally, too!Naturally!

It's definitely my own eyes.

……

"Eyes?" In the video call, the face of the adult mother was very close, turning a blind eye to my red eyes, "My silly girl, are you being silly again?"

Oh yes, my mother is highly myopic.

Wearing glasses that don't fit all the year round, and being reluctant to measure them and replace them with new ones, I have a kind of ostrich spirit that I will be fine if I don't check them.

...wait a minute, talking about high myopia.

"Why is our family's eyesight so poor?" I tentatively asked a conservative question, "I remember you were strict about this aspect since you were a child, and I thought you were very obedient. Why?"

"Inherited?" She squinted her eyes and said casually, "Your uncle and I are like this, and so are you and your brother. If you didn't run to become a femtosecond, our family would be all four-eyed boys."

"Nonsense," I retorted with curled lips, and this is what I couldn't figure out. "Grandpa and grandma don't have good eyesight."

Seeming to have gained nothing, I hung up the call, stared blankly at the Uchiha Tendan poster in the room, and fell into a long silence.

Is the first dream of changing hearts with Senju Naoki not accidental?

Information analysis and speculation are not what I am good at. The result of contemplation is that the more I think about it, the more chaotic, the more chaotic, the more annoying, and the more annoying, the more I can't figure it out.

Just don't want to.

With Mu Dun here at least he wouldn't worry about going blind, as for the others, whatever.

if only……

— Am I still your child?

The world did not answer, and the same tolerance and protection as usual still exist.

Look, that's enough.

I laughed in relief.

As for going out, it seems that it didn't solve the problem but increased the problem, which is not what I want.

Facing the two roommates who came back from get off work, I innocently blinked my stubborn red eyes.

"Write, write, write...Sharingan!" It was the two who were already incoherent.

I confirmed again that the power of the three major migrant workers still exists, and I nodded with satisfaction.

"This is why you changed so much after sleeping?" Xiaochun, who was brainstorming, put his trembling hands on my shoulders, "I don't even look at Hokage, but I know how exciting it is to drive this thing, Teacher Hua, are you okay? ?"

"Okay?" After she mentioned it, I realized what was going on, "It doesn't seem to be a big stimulus?"

"I don't believe half of that," Sai Sai, with the same dignified expression, pressed the two of us on the sofa in the living room with each hand, "Who doesn't know if you don't remember to eat or not."

"Bad luck."

"The standing fg is either down or on the way to it."

Sai Chunhua's small dormitory standard two-person turn was staged again, and the two of them gave me a meal. The central idea was: I believe you are the only ghost.

Being miserably suspected, I couldn't laugh or cry, so I could only show them a super big smile: "No, look at me—"

"There are thrilling and spiritual shocks, but there is really no pain and despair. These hands are the same as before." I proudly stretched out hands that seemed to be identical to the two: "It is still a pair of hands that save lives and heal the wounded!"

There is no human blood under my knife, and my fists have never taken innocent lives. The cold blade only faces evil spirits, and the forged martial arts are used to meet more people, so my eyes will certainly not Contaminated with the despair of loss.

It is bright red.

It is to become a better version of myself, to bring better possibilities to more people, and to coexist with me.

"Hiss..." Sai Sai covered her eyes exaggeratedly, "Huahua is so dazzling."

"Don't change the subject," Xiaochun, who was wearing glasses and perfectly resisted part of the attack, turned my head coldly, "Let's talk about your eyes."

"I don't know." The feeling of being squeezed on my cheek made me tilt my head obediently, and spread my hands in a rascally way, "I only found out today, I was almost chased by people from Manzhan, and I almost fell off the horse, I thought A Sai recommended me to go because he discovered it a long time ago."

"..." The two of them were obviously used to being silent for a second to adjust their mentality, and the person who asked the question spoke first, "I suggest you go so that you can quickly recognize the difference between yourself and them."

"Yeah, it's very useful." I nodded approvingly, showing off my restrained aura to them, "Isn't it much better now?"

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be able to do it so quickly," A Sai echoed, "It seems that you have a lot of experience with this relaxed aura."

I was immediately elated when I got the compliment.That's not true, I was too good at imitating and restraining the aura while wearing Hanako's body.

"Then the eye problem got worse." Xiaochun put on a black mask and splashed cold water, "If you just want to give us a surprise, why don't you close your eyes?"

"This..." I restrained my eyes from drifting, and explained calmly, "This is basically managed by itself,"

Isn't it impossible.

How can I understand the more difficult pupil technique when I don't even know the most basic three-body technique.

Damn, isn't this something that comes with inherited memory after awakening?

"I remember that driving this one consumes... that energy," A Sai, who knew better than Xiaochun but didn't know much, looked at me suspiciously and pondered, "Have you been drained after driving for so long?"

Under the vitality of Qianshou, I really didn't feel this way, so I babbled more sincerely, "You see, the forest cares about a fallen leaf, and the sea cares about a spoonful of water being scooped up."

Not to mention that there is a big energy swallower in his chest.

I successfully flicked two people who didn't understand very well, I happily avoided the questioning, and sat comfortably waiting for the meal.

And then once again ate up all the stock at home.

Although she had heard about it, Xiaochun, who saw my current belly for the first time, was stunned. She kept looking at my flat abdomen, feeling that she would pull out the B-ultrasound machine in the next second to study where so much food went.

"It's unscientific." Asai, who was mentally prepared, also looked like he had never seen the world, "I prepared twice as much and you're still not full?"

She hesitated to speak: "If you continue like this, won't you really look weird?"

"I thought you would say that you can't afford me anymore." I breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted up my shirt generously to reveal the muscle lines I had dreamed of, "No, it should be that the muscles are more consumed, after all, I am now It's also powerful."

It’s just that the focus of these two people has always been strange. After waiting for a meal, I picked up the dishes and chopsticks. I couldn’t understand it, so I asked directly, “You don’t want to know what I’m doing?”

"Do not want to."

"Farewell."

One of the two cleaned the living room neatly, and the other moved a small mat to sit on and start sorting garbage.

"At first glance, you didn't figure it out yourself."

"Anyway, you'll be fine if you're okay."

Suddenly, the living room lights went out.

"The workers have to go to work tomorrow."

"Are you going to sleep today?"

I carefully arranged the dishes and chopsticks, made a pot of water and plugged in the power: "Shouldn't sleep? My sixth sense tells me that today is safe."

"You're really getting more and more fantastic, Huahua," a yawning voice, the sound of a faucet being turned on came from the bathroom, followed by the sound of teeth brushing followed by an indistinct voice, "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Going to learn Japanese?" I went back to my room and took out my clothes and sat in line at the door doing nothing. "I know most of the spoken English, but I don't know a single word."

"Excellent, one more way to make a living." Someone entered the kitchen, and she poured the boiling water into the kettle carefully, "But Ah Hua, is your sixth sense accurate?"

"That was before." I yelled and protested, "... Another pot of hot water, the meal at night is a bit salty, I guess I will want to drink water in the middle of the night."

"Huo, you're crazy, Mr. Hua." The man from the kitchen came out and sat behind me, queuing up with his mobile phone and clothes, "I heard that you signed up for the transplantation class, are you busy?"

"No way," I sighed, "I just want to learn about it."

The fact that Naoshu and I exchanged hearts can also be regarded as a different kind of transplant, knowledge is common.

The bathroom door was closed, and there was the sound of splashing water.

"What transplant," the person inside added into the topic loudly, "Your eyes were transplanted?"

"No—" I raised my voice, "Take your bath, there are still two waiting."

I was poked on the back, and I turned my head. In the dark, the person behind the cell phone's faint light had a strange expression, "These are your own eyes, I can't be mistaken for my pair of golden eyes that I cultivated from the emergency room." .”

"Yeah," I nodded, "I have discussed this issue, but there is no result, so I gave up."

"And I always feel that instead of guessing here," my eyes went blank, "it's faster to fall into a dream."

"Huh?" The man suddenly cheered up and put his phone down, "Huh—?"

"Teacher Hua, I have a question."

In the completely dark living room, there was only a little light from the crack of the bathroom door, good eyesight - now I know that it is the function of Sharingan that allows me to clearly see the strange smile on her face.

It's the kind of mouth that can't restrain the corners of the mouth from rising and the mouth is splitting, but still holds back. Seeing that she is trying to maintain a dignified appearance, I kindly didn't expose it, and cooperated: "You ask."

"Is your dream a kingly manga, or a manga with a heart-pounding girl?"

"If it's the former, yours..." She lowered her voice, but her eyes sparkled, "Who can you trust enough to entrust your back?"

"If it's the latter," she held my hand eagerly, "can you tell me which warrior enlightened a widowed king like you?"

"Neither." I expressionlessly stroked her dog's head indifferently.

"I'm a royal girl manga."

The bathroom door opened, and I left my inexplicably sluggish roommate, walked in with my head held high and my chest held high.

What are the tricks, my seniors, my partners, and the friends I met on the road.

Hmph, it's impossible!