Chapter 23: The Hell Viewing Technique

That night, just as Uchiha Fūka got home, he realized he had been ambushed!

Uchiha Obito burst out of the shadows, his face twisted in anger. He grabbed Uchiha Fūka by the collar, slamming him against the wall in a classic kabedon.

"Fūka, you bastard! You're too much!" Obito snarled through clenched teeth.

"…" Uchiha Fūka was utterly confused. "Forgot your meds?"

"Huh?" Obito's aggressive stance faltered. "What?"

"Don't skip your treatment." Fūka patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"You jerk, stop changing the subject!" Obito's temper flared up again.

"So, what are you even talking about?" Fūka asked, exasperated.

"It's Rin!" Obito shouted. "She said she wants to learn medical ninjutsu from you!"

"Oh." Fūka nodded. In the original storyline, Rin was indeed a medical ninja. He reassured Obito, "That's a good thing, right? A girl should focus on healing rather than be out fighting."

"Yeah? I think so too!" Obito smiled sheepishly, then immediately scowled again. "But don't change the subject, you jerk! She can learn medical ninjutsu, but not from you!"

"Why not?" Fūka blinked, and then suddenly his expression became sorrowful. "I get it. Sigh, you know, ever since I was little, I've been blessed—or cursed—with this natural charm. People love me everywhere I go, from grannies to little girls. But it's not my fault! I didn't ask to be this way. All I want is to live quietly as a beautiful man. But no matter how much I try to stay in the shadows, my radiant beauty shines like the Northern Lights, attracting everyone…"

Obito was completely lost at this point, his brain unable to process the nonsense.

"Do you... understand my struggle?" Fūka asked, eyes full of fake melancholy.

"You… you bastard! I'm gonna fight you!" Obito finally snapped out of it, realizing he'd been thoroughly trolled. He charged at Fūka, screaming for revenge.

Bam!

Fūka dusted off his hands, looking at Obito who had landed a couple of meters away in a heap. He smirked, "Kid, you're still too green."

"Fūka, you jerk, I swear I'll beat you one day!" Obito scrambled to his feet, miraculously unscathed.

"What's for dinner?" Fūka asked as he headed inside.

Obito immediately perked up and followed him like a puppy. "Fūka, let's have Kung Pao Chicken tonight! I'm exhausted and need to recharge."

"Recharge my foot!"

...

Later that night, a cool breeze rustled the leaves of a small tree in the backyard, making a soft rustling sound. In the sky, a huge full moon hung low, its gentle light falling like a soft veil over everything.

Fūka wandered around the small courtyard, thinking back over the events of the day.

During dinner, Fūka learned from Obito what had happened after he left the Ninja Academy.

Mizuki, who had angered everyone, had been transferred to another class by Sensei Kiyono, while Fūka had been praised by Kiyono for quickly treating Inoshita, earning a bit of glory.

Then there was Might Duy, who had agreed to teach Fūka taijutsu. The training sessions were set for dawn and dusk, but since Duy had a mission in the morning, the first training would begin in the evening of the next day.

And then there was Tsunade.

That woman, with her "I'll be keeping an eye on you" line—ugh, she's got too much free time, doesn't she?

As Fūka paced back and forth in the courtyard, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him from the shadows, eyes sharp and intense. It made him uneasy.

"I wish I could learn some sensory ninjutsu."

He walked a few more laps, then went back inside.

In the pitch-black room, Fūka lay on his tatami, pulling the covers up over his head.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, and suddenly, the darkness beneath the blanket became crystal clear. He could easily see the patterns on the fabric.

Even without a mirror, Fūka could feel the abnormal state of his eyes, an evil power within them stirring, calling to the darkness in his heart.

A single tomoe Sharingan!

It had been almost two months since his Sharingan first awakened, and whether it was because of his transmigration or not, Fūka's eye power had been growing steadily each day. By now, it was quite formidable.

He even had a hunch that if he experienced some intense stimulation, his Sharingan could evolve into a two-tomoe form!

But Fūka hesitated.

"The Sharingan only evolves through strong emotional stimuli, but..."

He recalled how, in the original story, Sasuke's single-tomoe Sharingan had first awakened on the night of the Uchiha massacre. It lay dormant until their mission in the Land of Waves, where, upon seeing Naruto nearly die at the hands of Haku's ice mirrors, Sasuke's emotions were deeply stirred, and his Sharingan reappeared. By that time, his left eye still had one tomoe, but his right eye had already evolved to two tomoe.

Then there was Obito, who saw Rin die right in front of him, causing his Sharingan to leap straight to the Mangekyo form.

Both Sasuke and Obito experienced emotional trauma, but Sasuke was fortunate that Naruto didn't die, while Rin did.

"If the evolution of the Sharingan requires constantly putting the people I care about in life-threatening situations..."

It's one thing if it ends like Naruto's case, with everyone safe in the end. But what if it ends like Rin's, where she actually dies?

Fūka couldn't accept that!

So, was there another way to trigger strong emotional stimuli without endangering his loved ones?

Fūka blinked, watching the single tomoe spin slowly in his eye. "Hypnosis… that could work, right?"

He could hypnotize himself into believing he was in some tragic scenario—failing an important exam, getting tortured, or being subjected to horrible punishments. The emotional shock would be intense!

But how would he hypnotize himself?

"Genjutsu!"

Fūka's eyes lit up. He remembered a genjutsu from his parents' scrolls called the Hell Viewing Technique, which made the target see their worst fears.

"If I use the Hell Viewing Technique on myself..."

He squinted, considering the idea.

Then he slowly shook his head.

It's like watching a horror movie. If someone else shows it to you, it might scare you, but if you made the movie yourself, no matter how terrifying it is, you know it's fake. Your emotions wouldn't be as affected.

"Yeah, I'd need to hypnotize myself, lose my conscious awareness, and then use genjutsu to provoke an emotional reaction..."

This idea seemed more viable!

Fūka slowly retracted his Sharingan's power, and soon his eyes returned to normal, the darkness once again covering the inside of the blanket.

He got up, turned on the light, and dug out the genjutsu scroll.

He'd never studied hypnosis, nor had he trained in genjutsu. No matter how perfect his plan seemed, it was all just theory until he put it into practice!

The four genjutsu in the scroll were all basic techniques, not too difficult to learn.

Fūka formed the necessary hand signs, and after a few practice runs, he fully mastered them.