Chapter 72: There is no honest and simple Uchiha

Uchiha Gin, who had a plan in mind, didn't linger in the backyard and returned to the old house to cook. Before long, Senju Itama, smelling the aroma, drifted over from the new house.

"Finished cleaning up?"

Uchiha Gin, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, frowned and asked.

"Must be. How could such a small matter stump this great master."

Senju Itama, who was dirty all over, raised his little fists and said triumphantly, but the big flower face made of dust and sweat on his face made his words have no credibility at all.

"You'd better take a bath before coming over."

Uchiha Gin, covering his nose, waved his hand in disgust.

"Hmph!"

Senju Itama, who found that he did need to wash up, hummed with his head held high. Before walking into the bathroom, he stretched his head out and warned with a face full of vigilance:

"You are not allowed to peek!"

"Who would peek at a stinky brat like you?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Gin, who was stir-frying, almost spilled a whole jar of salt into the pot, and replied with a face full of black lines.

Perhaps having learned the lesson from last time, Senju Itama washed very quickly this time. By the time Uchiha Gin brought out the last dish, he was already sitting at the dining table, steaming, waiting for the meal.

"You really can't do anything, but you're number one at eating."

Seeing that the brat's speed was so fast, Uchiha Gin mocked.

"Long-winded, hurry up and eat!"

Senju Itama, whose gluttony had gone to his brain, directly ignored the mockery of his dead rival and stared straight at the sweet and sour fish in Uchiha Gin's hand with a look of drooling.

"I'm starting!"

Seeing the sweet and sour fish he had been thinking about, Senju Itama, whose appetite was aroused, couldn't care about anything else and started his "sweeping" mode.

"Sweet and sour fish at noon, sweet and sour fish at night, aren't you afraid of getting diabetes, you brat?"

Picking up a chopstick of his masterpiece and savoring the sweet sauce, Uchiha Gin thought maliciously, without reflecting on how much he loved sugar himself.

Uchiha Gin, who ate relatively quickly, was the first to put down his empty rice bowl. Looking at the brat who was still fighting, he picked his teeth and stood up, saying:

"I have something to do at work, remember to clean up for me."

"Hmm hmm hmm."

Senju Itama, whose mouth was stuffed with food, couldn't speak and could only make "hmm" sounds to indicate he knew.

Walking out of the house, Uchiha Gin walked toward the dungeon where he worked.

Entering the gate, he turned three times and walked to the door of Dungeon No. 3. At this moment, the two teenagers he had seen a few days ago were still guarding the door.

"Brother Erlang, are you on duty again today?"

Uchiha Gin greeted the honest-looking teenager with a square face on one side familiarly.

"You are... Brother's friend!"

Uchiha Erlang, seeing the other party call out his name, was stunned for a moment, quickly thought about it in his brain, and then remembered that the other party was his brother's friend.

"That's right, that's right. I forgot to introduce myself last time. My name is Uchiha Gin."

Uchiha Gin reported his name with a smile, as warm as a big brother next door.

"Brother Gin, are you here to check on the prisoners again?"

Thinking of the other party's identity as an archivist, the teenager asked.

"Yeah, there are some questions on the file, so I came to verify it. Make it convenient and let me in."

Uchiha Gin casually found an excuse to fool the teenager into letting him in.

"No problem!"

Uchiha Erlang, who was honest and upright, opened the cell door immediately and let him in.

"Then thank you both, little brothers."

Uchiha Gin, seeing that his goal was achieved, waved goodbye to the two with a smile.

"Erlang, don't you think this guy is very suspicious?"

After Uchiha Gin walked far away, Uchiha Uchiha Huo He, who hadn't made a sound the whole time, frowned and asked.

"What's suspicious? He's my brother's teammate. I asked my brother about it a few days ago. It's indeed this person. The curly hair is easy to recognize."

Uchiha Erlang, who had finished his first interaction with Uchiha Gin, went home that day and asked his brother Uchiha Da Lang about Uchiha Gin's situation. The other party just had a strange look on his face, confirming that he was indeed his teammate, and at the same time told him not to care about this person.

"But the name Uchiha Gin, I seem to have heard people mention it somewhere, and whenever it's mentioned, I have a bad feeling."

Uchiha Uchiha Huo He touched his little head, unable to figure out why he had the thought of resistance.

"Could it be that you had hallucinations from masturbating at night?"

A trace of awkward smile appeared on Uchiha Erlang's honest face. It seemed that honesty was just his protective color; this Uchiha was cut open and was full of oil.

"What is masturbating?"

The ignorant Uchiha Uchiha Huo He was exposed to a new term for the first time, and the doubt in his eyes was about to overflow. He couldn't help but ask.

"Heh heh, I'll show you something good after work. I stole it from my brother."

Uchiha Erlang glanced around to make sure no one was there and whispered in Uchiha Uchiha Huo He's ear.

Uchiha Gin, according to his memory, groped in Dungeon No. 3 and finally saw his target for this trip.

In the dim corridor, a hunched figure was holding a broom and cleaning slowly. Uchiha Gin walked up, stared at the familiar back, and opened his mouth to say:

"I want to see Grandfather."

Hearing this, the hunched old jailer raised his pale and withered face and said expressionlessly:

"Fine."

The voice sounded like fingernails scraping across glass, giving him goosebumps all over.

As the word "fine" left his lips, the old jailer transformed into a puddle of black mud, rapidly squirming toward Uchiha Gin, crawling up his leg, and enveloping him in an instant.

Enduring the physical discomfort, Uchiha Gin took a deep breath and did not resist the old jailer's engulfment; then, his vision went black, and his body felt as if it were moving at high speed.

When he saw the light of day again, Uchiha Gin found himself back in the cell where Uchiha Yao was imprisoned, and the old man he had seen a few days ago was still hunched over his desk writing furiously.

Hearing the movement behind him, he looked up silently, and seeing that the visitor was actually Uchiha Gin, he asked with great surprise,

"Gin, why have you come so soon? Has the matter been settled?"

Mistakenly believing that Uchiha Gin had already controlled the nameless one, Uchiha Yao was very surprised, but Uchiha Gin shook his head and replied,

"Not yet, Uchiha Tajima has made no moves."

"Then what are you here for?"

The old man finally stopped the brush in his hand, stood up, and stared at him with his one remaining good eye as he asked,

"I want to ask about my Sharingan."

Uchiha Gin asked straightforwardly; within the entire Uchiha clan, besides Uchiha Miao whom he had seen during the day, only the Uchiha Yao before him had such deep research into the Sharingan.

It would be somewhat inappropriate for him to go ask Uchiha Miao directly, as that might arouse Uchiha Tajima's suspicion, whereas there were no such concerns with Uchiha Yao.

He could sense that the old man had ulterior motives, but upholding the working style of "getting something for free whenever possible," Uchiha Gin asked boldly.

"Has your vision deteriorated?"

Uchiha Yao asked with a frown; he knew the origin of Uchiha Gin's eyes very well. After transplanting the original Mangekyo to the nameless one, what replaced them were the eyes Uchiha Yan had gouged out from the corpses of the Kaguya clan.

He vaguely remembered that the owner of those eyes was the sidekick beside Kaguya Cangjie, who unfortunately had been run through by his own leader.

"No, I just wanted to ask, can this pair of eyes of mine still awaken the Mangekyo?"

Uchiha Gin's eyes widened slightly, and a pair of three-tomoe Sharingan appeared before Uchiha Yao's eyes; the old man could clearly perceive the surging ocular power contained within these eyes.

"As expected of Jin's child, to be able to nurture eyes that aren't your own to such a degree."

(End of chapter)