Chapter 7: Byakugan Uses

Wong Yazhu did try to use Sharingan. Nothing happened. 'Do I have to experience a powerful emotional trauma to activate the Sharingan?' He had wondered. 'Do I have to kill my parents?' 

That thought was, however, quickly dismissed. Wong Yazhu didn't love his parents, so it might not count as trauma. Besides, maybe he only had the Byakugan like a normal Ōtsutsuki.

Just to be sure, he tried to use the Rinnegan.

Something happened.

He had felt his soul power flow towards his eyes like when he activated the Byakugan, but it was consuming even less chakra than it did when his Byakugan was in base form. Wong Yazhu quickly rushed to use the full body mirror in his parent's room to look at his reflection, only to see that his eyes had become solid purple with one dot in the middle representing his pupil. There were no rings.

"The fuck is this?" That was his reaction. The only ability this 'purple eyes' gave him was his improved eyesight. It was as if he had upgraded from a 240p resolution to a full HD, 1080p clarity. Colors around him were more vibrant, details sharper, and textures more pronounced.

"I guess I need more Spirit Rings to unlock more abilities." That was his conclusion. But the Rinnegan or Byakugan wasn't a separate Martial Soul but an extension of the God Tree. They would have activated during the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony if they were, 

"So, does the God Tree's spirit ring correlate to which ability I unlock for the Rinnegan?" He would only know after his first ring.

Since he had the Rinnegan, or what appeared to be it, Wong Yazhu concluded he also had the Sharingan but needed a traumatic event to unlock it. Again, he thought of killing his parents, but again, he didn't feel emotionally attached to them, so that wouldn't be traumatic.

Wong Yazhu pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he reached the blacksmith door. He had been gone for about an hour, and the sun had since passed its peak, so Tang San should be done hitting the iron. 

Just as Wong Yazhu pushed open the door, he noticed Tang San was still hitting the metal. He didn't even glance back to look at him. Closing the door, Wong Yazhu walked to sit on the stool that had been moved back to its former position by the table, and only then did he notice that one of the drinks he had brought for Tang Hao was missing. 

'He must have woken up while I was gone and taken it back to his room.' Wong Yazhu thought, turning his attention to Tang San. '...is his movement different?'

Just as Tang San's iron hammer bounced up from the metal due to the ricochet force, Tang San abruptly made a turn, wielding the hammer in a circle overhead, bringing a sharp sound of wind, and again brought the hammer down with a loud sound as it struck the iron chunk. Not only was the speed of this strike remarkable, but the physical force was also stronger compared to the first.

'It's like he is utilizing the rebound force from the impact between hammer and metal and converting it into a downward force.' Wong Yazhu thought, staring at Tang San. 'Holy shit, that's actually nice.'

After performing the 'rebound strike' twice, the third one and onwards became sloppy and sloppy before he stopped, switched his hand, and restarted. He didn't even seem to notice Wong Yazhu in the same room as him, with his whole focus on his work.

Seeing this, Wong Yazhu decided to try another function of the Byakugan he hadn't tried. To see chakra. 'Well, soul power.' He thought as he activated his Byakugan.

The physical world around him seemed to recede into the background, and the energy of the world came to the forefront. He found himself enveloped in a world where floating blue energy permeated everything, covering the surroundings in what appeared to be a light fog. 

'I guess this is qi.' Wong Yazhu thought, looking around the room, and then his attention turned to Tang San.

Tang San's body was a network of blue vein-like meridians, numerous and intricate, weaving throughout his form. These meridians converged on a bright blue flame located in his abdomen, his 'Dantian,' which served as the core from which 20 main meridians, and countless smaller ones radiated outward, spreading across his entire body.

It was fascinating to witness how the blue soul power was pumped through certain meridians, flowing rhythmically through Tang San's body. However, some meridians remained dark, indicating no soul power was flowing through them. 

'Is he using some kind of skill that requires those meridians and not the other?' Wong Yazhu wonders, noticing that the flow of soul power seemed to correlate directly with Tang San's forging actions. 'He just might be.'

Moreover, Wong Yazhu noticed that from some of the meridians, soul power flowed through and emanated a darker shade of blue, suggesting a denser concentration of soul power. Like more soul power was flowing through them.

These particular meridians led to Tang San's eyes and hands, concentrating there and turning them a deeper shade of blue as if he were using a skill on those areas that required a focused application of soul power.

Additionally, Wong Yazhu observed a mist-like soul power leaving Tang San's body from his eyes, his fingers, and through parts of the brightly illuminated veins. 

'So this is how soul power depletes.' He thought, deactivating his Byakugan. He couldn't use it for too long to avoid getting caught. Using it next to Tang San was already pushing it.

As if on cue, after performing another two rebound hammer strike, Tang San dropped the hammer to rest. He turned and saw Wong Yazhu, freezing momentarily, her presence seemingly catching him off guard. 

A smile spread across Wong Yazhu's face as she responded to his puzzled look. "When did you get here?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

"A long time ago." She replied, swinging her feet from the stool she sat on. "You looked so focused, like my daddy when he was fixing something. He doesn't like it when I disturb him, so I stayed quiet." 

Tang San stared at her for a moment, lost in thought. 'My guard has been too lax lately.' he thought. 'For a child to be able to sneak up on me…

"Why are you back here?" He then asked, going to drink from a cup of water. "Don't you have other friends to play with?" 

Wong Yazhu looked down, her demeanor turning downcast. "All my friends...they're avoiding me now. They don't want to play with me anymore," she confessed a hint of sadness in her voice. "They must be tired of me."

Tang San, while sipping water from a cup, pondered her words. He thought, 'Jealous, huh?' but chose not to voice his thoughts aloud. Instead, he remarked, "I don't want to play. I need to keep forging."

"I don't care." Wong Yazhu shrugged, her smile returning as she said, "It's fun watching—" Her words were cut off by a knock at the door.

Tang San went to answer it, revealing Wong Yazhu's father dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt highlighting his bulk, a heavy pant, and boots. "Sup, little guy," Wong Su greeted with a grin, a familiarity in his tone that took Wong Yazhu by surprise.

"Hello, Mister Wong," Tang San replied with a smile.

'They know each other?' This caught Wong Yazhu completely off guard.

"Thank you for playing with my daughter," Wong Su said, which surprised Tang San.

He turned towards Wong Yazhu, who had risen from her stool and was now approaching the door. "No wonder..." Tang San muttered, a realization dawning on him as he looked back at Wong Yazhu. 

Wong Su chuckled, lifting Wong Yazhu into his arms. "She looks just like me, doesn't she?" he boasted, then turned to Tang San. "Wanna come eat dinner with us? You can call your father."

"Dad is sleeping." Tang San shook his head, declining the offer. "and I want to continue practicing my forging," 

Wong Su ruffled Tang San's hair affectionately. "You'll be a great blacksmith one day, learning so early," he commented.

"I hope one day I can reach my father's level." Tang San nodded.

Laughing, Wong Su said, "A master's dream is for their student to surpass them. It should be your dream too. Have faith," 

Tang San nodded in understanding. "Take care, Xiao San." Wong Su said as he began to walk away.

Tang San offered a warm smile and a nod. "Have a good night, Mister Wong," 

Wong Yazhu, energetically waving from over her father's shoulder as he carried her, called out to Tang San, "Have a good day, Tang San! Play with me tomorrow!"

Tang San nodded, waving back. "Have a good night," he replied, before gently closing the door.

Once the door closed, Wong Yazhu, still perched comfortably in her father's arms, turned to him. "Daddy, how are you friends with Tang San?" she asked. 

Wong Su smiled at the question, explaining, "Tang San asked to go hunting with me about three months ago because he wanted to learn how to hunt to be able to get food for himself and his dad." He continued, "Since then, I've been teaching him how to set traps, track animals, use a bow, skin animals, and more."

'This is great!' Wong Yazhu's eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I come along next time?" she asked eagerly.

Wong Su considered her request, then said, "If your mother agrees."

Wong Yazhu's excitement faltered slightly, and she frowned, folding her arms. "Mommy will never say yes," she muttered, clearly disappointed.

Her father chuckled, lifting her a bit higher in his arms. "You've become a Spirit Scholar now," he reminded her. "Your mother might say yes so you can be trained to protect yourself."

This didn't do anything to change Wong Yazhu's feelings, and sensing his daughter's lingering disappointment, Wong Su pinched her cheek gently with his free hand. "Don't be sad. Today, Mommy and Daddy will cook a feast for you," he promised, aiming to lift her spirits.

Wong Yazhu managed a small smile at the promise of a feast. "Ok," she said, her mood improving at the thought of the family celebration.

When they returned home, there was indeed a feast and then they played around. It was boring, in Wong Yazhu's opinion, since he wasn't a child, but Prime Wong Yazhu found it fun, so he had to enjoy it, only managing to escape after he faked sleep. 

Thinking their daughter was sleeping, they put him to sleep, kissed him goodnight then went to their room to enjoy themselves.

That night, Wong Yazhu watched his parents have sex with his Byakugan while sitting on his bed, his legs dangling over the edge. He didn't find it strange since they weren't his actual parents, and it was like watching porn. Even if they were his actual parents, he wouldn't have found it strange since he had done it with his father and mother on multiple occasions, when he was both young and old.

This made him wonder. 'What would they do if I suddenly walked into the room?'

He wanted to try it, but the 'porn' was actually interesting, so he decided to watch it. His body didn't produce any hormones for this kind of stuff since it hadn't reached the age for puberty, but he was mentally an adult, and he was used to watching porn without jerking off since he occasionally watched them like it was a movie back on Earth. 

It seemed like his father and mother had more stamina than the one back on Earth because they went multiple rounds for three hours without taking any boosters or resting(?). It was quite interesting.

'I guess people on this planet must be physically superior to the Earth.' He concluded, crossing his legs while he watched. 

It was also annoying that they lasted that long because his X-Ray Byakugan could only last about 10 minutes before he had to stop due to soul power exhaustion, and it took about 30 minutes for everything to refill, so he only watched about 50 minutes of the 3 hours long 'movie.' 

Of course, he could have used his X-ray again when a bit of his soul power had refilled, but then he would only watch a few seconds, leaving him more annoyed than watching 10 minutes straight. 

He had tried meditating to regain qi quicker, but it gave no result, but he did feel like he was getting somewhere. If he had taken some more time to practice meditation instead of watching porn, he could have definitely mastered absorbing the qi from the world and transforming it into soul power. However, at that moment, watching his parents have sex was more important. 

The movie ended when the duo lay on the bed exhausted, so he stopped using all his willpower to keep his body awake, arranged himself under his bed sheet and on his pillow, and went straight to sleep.