3 Ch-3 Issho, Fujitora
The deputy dean was utterly perplexed by Jiryoku's behavior, yet she accepted the money with a curious demeanor, anticipating what would transpire next.
"Can you please inform me whom you would like me to treat?" inquired the deputy dean.
"Of course, me," Jiryoku replied.
The deputy dean gazed at him with confusion, as Jiryoku appeared perfectly fine without a scratch.
Observing the perplexed expression of the deputy dean, Jiryoku remained silent and turned around. He took a deep breath and with determined conviction, he used both of his hands to gouge out his own eyes. Shocked, not only the deputy dean, but also everyone who witnessed this act watched in horror as Jiryoku turned back toward them, holding his eyeballs in his hands. The deputy dean was initially puzzled by Jiryoku's actions, but she never would have imagined that a child no more than 4 years old could gouge out their own eyes without any signs of pain or distress on their face.
As the deputy dean continued to stare at Jiryoku in utter disbelief, her mind raced with a flurry of questions. What could have possibly motivated such a drastic and horrific act? Meanwhile, Jiryoku stood before her, his face expressionless and his hands still clutching his bloody eyeballs. The silence was palpable, and the onlookers held their breath, unsure of what would happen next.
Before the deputy dean could even question Jiryoku about his inexplicable behavior, something even more shocking occurred. Without a moment's hesitation, Jiryoku crushed his eyeballs, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The deputy dean was at a loss for words, unable to comprehend the gravity of what she had just witnessed. She had never encountered such a strange and disturbing situation in all her years as a medical professional, and she struggled to maintain her composure as she tried to make sense of it all. Jiryoku, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the ordeal, as if he were simply carrying out a mundane task.
"What on earth are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" exclaimed the deputy dean, her voice laced with shock and concern. Without hesitation, she rushed over to Jiryoku and began to administer first aid, desperately trying to assess the extent of his injuries and provide relief for his pain. Her medical training kicked in, and she focused all her attention on healing Jiryoku's wounds and stabilizing his condition. As she worked, her mind continued to race with questions, trying to make sense of the situation and determine what could have led to such a bizarre and self-destructive act.
For now she didn't ask any question just focus on healing him after half hour of healing process finally she was able to heal the eyes but obviously there were no eyeballs.
With a fierce demeanor, the Deputy Dean fixed his gaze upon Jiryoku and demanded an explanation, "What compelled you to gouge your own eyes out? I expect a valid reason." Although the Deputy Dean voiced the query, it resonated within the minds of all those present who had witnessed Jiryoku's self-inflicted harm.
Jiryoku spoke calmly, explaining the division within the Hyuga clan, "Our Hyuga clan is divided into two factions - the Branch Family and the Main Family. The Branch Family is marked with a curse seal, symbolized by a caged bird, to safeguard the Byakugan blood limit from falling into the wrong hands atleast this is the reason they give. However, this same seal grants the Main Family absolute control over the lives of the Branch Family members. I refuse to allow anyone else to have power over my life, so I removed the main reason for which they claim to plant curse mark cage Bird."said Jiryoku.
The Deputy Dean of the hospital was not taken aback by Jiryoku's account of the Hyuga clan, given her knowledge about various families. However, she was astounded by the unwavering resolve and determination displayed by a mere four-year-old child. Even an adult would not dare to do what he just did. The bystanders present were also taken aback and began whispering amongst themselves, shocked by Jiryoku's words as civilians they doesn't know much about what happens in big families specially a family like Hyuga.
As the crowd whispered amongst themselves, a sudden "Ding" sounded in Jiryoku's mind, causing him to startle and tilt his head in confusion as he attempted to locate the source of the noise.
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[DING!]
{Conditions met system is starting 1%,10%,...100%}
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[DING!]
{Congratulations on getting the Template of Issho, Fujitora.}
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[DING!]
{Congratulations on getting Observation Haki}
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[DING!]
{Congratulations on getting Shikomizue Sword}
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Observing the bewildered expression on Jiryoku's face, the Deputy Dean inquired with concern, "Is everything alright? Are you feeling okay?"
"I am fine, there's no need to worry," reassured Jiryoku to the Deputy Dean.
"Thank you for your assistance. I should be on my way now and I apologize for any inconvenience caused." With those words, Jiryoku got up from his seat. Utilizing his "Observation Haki," he could sense the surroundings within a 10-meter radius of himself.
"Please allow me to escort you back to your home," insisted the Deputy Dean.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I can manage on my own. It's something I need to get used to, right?" replied Jiryoku, halting the Deputy Dean's offer.
With that, Jiryoku left the hospital and made his way towards his home. Despite utilizing his "Observation Haki," he still needed a few minutes to arrive at his destination, considering his lack of proficiency with the technique. Nonetheless, he managed to reach his house safely.
"System tell me about yourself."asked Jiryoku.
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[DING!]
{You have been selected from your universe, and You may regard me as your assistant who will assist you in becoming stronger; there is no need to know anything else at this time. The only way to become stronger is through constant training and by improving upon the template of Issho; there are no shortcuts.}
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"Hmm is there any mission for me?"asked Jiryoku.
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[DING!]
{Yes, your only mission is to inherit the power of Issho completely.}
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Upon hearing the system's words, Jiryoku nodded his head in agreement and stated, "Please provide me with the Shikomizue Sword."
As Jiryoku's words trailed off, a sword resembling a crutch materialized in his hands. With a swift motion, Jiryoku drew the blade from its sheath and beheld its fine craftsmanship.
After waving the sword a few times, Jiryoku took a seat on the tatami mat and began to wait, knowing that news of his actions would soon reach the ears of the clan head, Hiashi.
