Chapter 50: A Gentleman's Revenge is Not Too Late After Sixty-One Years

Carrying the brat into the bedroom, Uchiha Gin casually removed his apron and coat.

The brat wasn't even wearing an undershirt, though he did have underwear on; he couldn't help but glance at the front, and the child was truly fair and tender, with not a single speck of melanin deposited.

Not looking any further for fear that his Sharingan would get a sty, Uchiha Gin covered the brat with a quilt and retreated.

Once outside, he first dealt with the "masterpiece" left by Itama Senju; eating it was out of the question, and the trash can was its best destination.

After tidying up a bit, Uchiha Gin went to the backyard; the sun had not yet set, and he wanted to see if he could refresh a skill during the day.

Sitting cross-legged as before, he closed his eyes and waited; a moment later, as the surrounding aura condensed, Uchiha Gin opened his eyes, a flash of realization crossing them.

It seemed that the refreshing of skills was not at a fixed time; even during the day, as long as he appeared in the backyard, there was a chance to refresh a skill.

A familiar old friend appeared again; looking at the man who had appeared before him without warning, Uchiha Gin sighed.

With only two tomoe, he was completely countered by a ninja like Itachi Uchiha.

But he couldn't just do nothing, could he? The NPCs refreshed by the system should have no emotional memory and would only fight purely.

"If I let you live until you're born, I'll definitely flick your little bird ten thousand times!"

Thinking of Itachi Uchiha, who wouldn't be born for many years, he secretly swore in his heart that when the time came, regardless of whether your father was the clan head or your brother was the savior, I'd just finish you off.

"Come on, let the storm rage even more fiercely!"

Activating his Sharingan, Uchiha Gin stood up, preparing to put up a struggle.

But the moment he activated his Sharingan, he discovered that the vision in his left eye seemed much stronger than his right; staring at Itachi Uchiha, he actually felt a feedback that he could learn.

Three tomoe? This feeling could only be explained by him having turned into a three-tomoe user.

The surging ocular power made his confidence skyrocket; since he was already at three tomoe, wasn't he just a hair's breadth away from the Mangekyo? He couldn't say he was without the power to fight back anymore.

The next second, their gazes collided, and the result of this contest of ocular power was soon revealed.

Slumped on the ground, Uchiha Gin arrived in the Tsukuyomi space once again; he actually had a feeling of returning home.

This time he wasn't tied to the cross immediately; the two sides' ocular powers were still clashing in the Tsukuyomi space, and feeling his ocular power rapidly draining away, Uchiha Gin knew he was no match and couldn't break the situation.

Although the final result was the same, at least he had tried this time.

As countless Itachi Uchihas stabbed sharp blades into his wounds over and over again, Uchiha Gin began another 72-hour torture session.

One second later, Uchiha Gin, slumped on the ground, slowly rose; at this moment, not only his left eye, but his right eye, which harbored the black flames, had also successfully advanced to three tomoe.

"Backyard daily random skill refresh 【Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi】, obtained Tsukuyomi Fragment *5"

【Tsukuyomi Fragment (10/40), collect 40 pieces to synthesize Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi, can be learned by the skill Mangekyo Sharingan】

Seeing that he had actually obtained five Tsukuyomi fragments this time, Uchiha Gin once again confirmed his hypothesis.

As long as one fought the NPC refreshed by the system with all their might, even if they lost to the opponent in the end, the rewards would be better than just giving up, focusing on being human-oriented.

With the settlement of the rewards, Uchiha Gin's body recovered as before, and the trauma brought by Tsukuyomi vanished into thin air.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~"

With a rumble from his stomach, Uchiha Gin remembered that he hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day, and it was time to cook a meal to reward his wounded soul.

On the other side

In Tajima Uchiha's mansion, Tajima Uchiha was in the study flipping through the family's records regarding the Uzumaki clan.

The Uchiha and Uzumaki clans were separated by the Senju of the Forest; apart from being at odds on the battlefield, the two clans had no other interactions.

While flipping through the records of battles against the Uzumaki clan passed down in the clan, Tajima Uchiha discovered a passage in a corner.

The content of the record roughly described that during a chaotic battle, when a clansman who had awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan fought a powerhouse of the Uzumaki clan, the opponent used a sealing jutsu that overspent their life force to seal his eyes, and this seal was not undone until his death.

Browsing through this record carefully, Tajima Uchiha frowned and pondered,

"Is it this kind of seal?"

But in the record, after that Uzumaki clansman finished performing this sealing jutsu, his fiery red hair instantly turned white, he lost his ability to fight, and was eventually even killed by the Uchiha clansman whose eyes were sealed.

The sealing jutsu described by Uchiha Gin was merely written by a bead; it shouldn't have enough energy to break his seal.

He then thought of the slight contact Uchiha Miau mentioned; could it be that that sealing jutsu had opened a gap in his own seal?

It just so happened that Uchiha Gin had awakened the Sharingan, and the opponent's ocular power had just happened to leak out from that seal gap, nibbling away at his seal bit by bit as time passed.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed; Tajima Uchiha was in a bit of a bind, as his own eyes had already performed a major ocular jutsu once and were still in a cooldown period.

If Uchiha Gin broke through his seal before his cooldown ended, and he recalled those things, how should he face him?

"Bang, bang, bang~"

A series of urgent knocks on the door interrupted Tajima Uchiha's thoughts. "Come in."

"Father, I have something to report."

Panting, Izuna Uchiha looked as if he had just finished a marathon, soaked through.

"What is it, Izuna?"

Tajima Uchiha was still relatively gentle with his children.

"Father, do you remember you told me to pay attention to what Big Brother has been doing lately?"

Izuna calmed himself down and said,

"How is it, is there any lead on this matter?"

Tajima Uchiha asked curiously; Madara Uchiha was his future successor, and if there were any mistakes now, they had to be corrected in advance.

"I followed Big Brother a few times and found that he often goes to the nearby riverbank lately."

Izuna Uchiha pursed his lips and continued,

"I discovered that Big Brother is communicating with a strange child, and the two seem to have become close friends."

"There's such a thing? What is the other party's identity?"

Hearing that his beloved son was involved with an outsider, Tajima Uchiha immediately pressed for an answer.

"I can't tell; I asked Big Brother, and he just said he didn't know."

Regarding his most respected brother actually shielding an outsider, Izuna Uchiha expressed that he was very heartbroken; his brother had actually scolded him for the sake of an outsider.

"Very well, the next time Madara goes to the appointment, you come find me immediately."

Tajima Uchiha's eyes shifted, a plan brewing in his heart.

"Achoo~"

Uchiha Gin, who had just finished stir-frying, suddenly felt a chill down his back; it was strange that he would shiver in front of such a hot stove.

Having finished cooking, Uchiha Gin remembered there was still someone in the house, so he got up and went to the bedroom, preparing to wake up Itama Senju and let him know what a true "God of Cooking" was.

The sleeping Itama Senju had a terrible sleeping posture; the quilt he had covered him with had long been kicked off, and he was in nothing but his underwear, with the rest of his body exposed to the air.

It was February, and although it didn't snow in the Land of Fire, the climate was still very cold.

Afraid that the brat would catch a cold, Uchiha Gin pulled up the quilt that had rolled to the side with one hand, while shaking the drooling, sleeping Itama Senju with the other.

Following his movements, Itama Senju, who had only just fallen asleep, slowly woke up.

Seeing someone sitting by the bed in a daze, one hand lifting his quilt and the other on his body, he regained his senses and instantly sobered up.

Looking in disbelief at the impatient Uchiha Gin by his bed, and looking down at his own upper body with a clear view, Itama Senju let out the highest-decibel scream since he had been captured.

"Ahhh, there's a pervert!!!"

Uchiha Gin, whose eardrums were shaken by the sound, immediately covered the other's mouth with his hand, which only resulted in more intense struggling.

In his shame and anger, Itama Senju didn't care what was at hand; he picked up whatever was nearby and threw it at him, but Uchiha Gin dodged them all nimbly.

"Clatter!"

Uchiha Gin, who hadn't paid attention to what had flown past him, heard a crisp sound.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the family portrait he had placed on the bedside table had been thrown against the wall by Itama Senju, and the glass of the frame had shattered directly.

Itama Senju, startled by the sound, also calmed down; he pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, revealing a small head, and said with a complex expression,

"I didn't mean to."

(End of chapter)