Chapter 6: Byakugan

Wong Yazhu stood in front of the blacksmith again, a bag held tightly in front of his chest. Once her mother heard what happened, Wong An took Wong Yazhu home and filled a bag with some wrapped salted chicken and beef and two of the drinks her daughter had said Tang San's father, who turned out to be named Tang Hao, giving the bag to Wong Yazhu and telling her to give it to the father and son duo as an apology.

Not wanting to miss his chance with Tang San, he rushed back to his house with the bag, and now here she stood. 'Ok, I can act like Wong Yazhu, but I need to watch my mouth.' He sighed. 'Besides, when I decided to kill Tang San. If I remember correctly, he was a trained killer in his past life. I doubt I could kill him even with his guard down.'

He sighed. 'Well, whatever.' But before he knocked, he wanted to test something out. 'Byakugan!' Like before, he felt the surge of energy from his heart move to his eyes, activating his Byakugan.

The door became transparent like he was looking through glass, and he saw Tang Hao say something to Tang San before entering another room separated by a door curtain. As soon as Tang Hao entered his room, Tang San's head snapped to the door, shocking Wong Yazhu.

'As I thought. He felt my eyes.' Wong Yazhu thought as he deactivated his Byakugan before knocking on the door. 

Tang San opened the door less than a second later, seeing Wong Yazhu. "What are you doing here?" He asked, glancing at the bag on her chest.

Wong Yazhu pushed the bag to Tang San, causing him to quickly hold it. "I brought meat and two of daddy's drinks as an apology." She said, looking down at her feet. "Since I apologized, are we friends?"

Tang San stared into the bag, staying silent for a few seconds before looking at the young girl before him. "Are you allowed to give me this?" He asks, wanting to give it back. He didn't want to accept it and get his father into more trouble with the villagers. 

"Mommy said I can take it!" She suddenly shouted, looking at Tang San. "So, you can take it and be friends with me."

Having always been without experience with girls, as even originally at Tang sect he was only engrossed in hidden weapons every day, right now he was unexpectedly rather nervous. He wanted to decline her, but he didn't want her to go crying to her mother. That will bring a lot of trouble to him and his father.

"Ok." He reluctantly nodded. "We can be friends."

"FUCK YES!" Wong Yazhu shouted, jumping. 

"I don't think you should say that." Tang San corrected, but Wong Yazhu ignored him and bowed deeply. "Treat me well, elder brother."

'Big brother?' Tang San was taken aback. 'From friends to family?' He quickly said. "Just call me Tang San."

"Ok, brother Tang San." Wong Yazhu smiled as she asked. "What are you doing?"

He looked back into his house and then back at Wong Yazhu. "I was about to forge, so if you could return--" He wanted to drive her away, but unexpectedly, her eyes gained spackles.

"You can make weapons?" She asked, leaning forward, closer to him. "Cool! Can I see? Please, please, please?"

Tang San stepped back. "No---" He was about to say no, only to change his mind when he noticed her face suddenly change like she was about to cry. "Ok."

"Yes!" Wong Yazhu shouted.

'She knows what she is doing.' Tang San frowned. 'Are kids normally this smart?' He never dealt with children in this life or his past life, so he didn't know much about them.

"Can I see?" She asked, her eyes sparkling. "I want to see you forge a sword."

"I can't forge a sword yet." Tang San sighed. "And please keep your voice down. My dad is trying to sleep."

"Ok." Wong Yazhu whispered, covering her mouth. "I will keep my voice down."

"You don't have to whisper. Just keep your voice down." Tang San said, stepping into his house. 

Wong Yazhu entered and closed the door, looking around. There was only one window, with dust dancing on the ray of light coming through it. Around the house were scrap metals with a makeshift kitchen at one corner, and next to it were two curtain doors leading into two rooms and another wooden door leading to the backyard. On another side was the area for forging consisting of a forge built into a wall with a chimney connecting it to the roof, an anvil, a hammer, and many other things. On the table in the middle, there were plates. It seems like the father and son just finished eating. 

Tang San left the drinks on the table in the middle of the house and went to store the meat in the kitchen. He then returned to the table to clear up all the dishes. 

"I can help you." Wong Yazhu said in an inside voice, following Tang San as he walked to the backyard. 'You are in my palms, Tang San. You will be my best friends. My own immortality item.'

After helping Tang San clear away all the dishes, Tang San returned to his room and continued his work with Wong Yazhu sitting on a stool she had dragged to the side to watch him. With the collision between the forging hammer and iron chunk, clanking noises resounded. 

As Wong Yazhu watched, he decided to learn more about his Byakugan. 'No, I can't.' He decided against it. 'I can't let Tang San know about my Devin Tree ability.' He decided. 'At least until I can trust that he would protect me like he did to that girl. What was her name?' He couldn't quite recall it. Chinese names are hard to remember.

'Whatever. I should keep it a secret for now.' He continued watching Tang San, talking to him about random things whenever he stopped to rest, who reluctantly talked back. Of course, Wong Yazhu knew Tang San just saw him as an annoying kid, but that will change soon. 

'I mean, he did befriend that girl in Nuoding Academy we will be attending in a few months, and she was still six like I am.' He nodded.

But an hour passed, and boredom came over him. It was boring. Talking to Tang San and just sitting here watching him hit an iron was tedious. He wanted to go back to his room and learn more about his Byakugan. He wanted to check if he had the Sharingan. What if he had the Rinnegan!?

Two hours passed, and he couldn't take it anymore. Wong Yazhu got down from her seat, drawing the sweaty Tang San's attention. "Gege San. I will eat and come back."

Tang San nodded and returned to forging, with Wong Yazhu leaving the blacksmith and rushing back home. He returned home, rushing into his room and closing his door. He then drew the curtains, plunging him into near darkness, with little light filtering through the brown curtain.

Wong Yazhu then sat at the edge of his bed, facing the wall, a pulse of excitement running through him. Just as he was about to explore the capabilities of his Byakugan further, a thought struck him. Each time he had activated it before, he found himself looking through things. 

"It's likely because I had intended to see beyond the door." He mumbled to himself. 'My intent might shape the ability's function.' He nodded.

"Now, while activating it, I'll focus on only wanting to see within this room," he articulated his plan as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes wide and commanded, "Byakugan!"

The familiar surge of energy coursed through him, activating his Byakugan. However, this time the experience was distinct. Instead of his vision piercing through the walls, he found himself able to see everything within the room in a complete 360-degree orb-shaped area around him, extending to a 3-meter radius. The sensation was surreal; he could see from any angle desired, see behind his head, the sides of his face, under the bed, and even the texture of the ground. Every angle and corner of the room was laid bare to his sight, except for spaces concealed behind closed objects, like the interior of his closed closet.

The sheer volume of visual information was overwhelming, creating a painful, dizzying effect. "Stop, stop!" He shouted desperately, holding his head. Almost instantly, his vision returned to the more conventional perspective, akin to his everyday field of view.

Breathing heavily, with sweat dotting his forehead, Wong Yazhu managed to utter a shocked "holy fuck" as he regained his composure. 

That's when he noticed that his Byakugan was still activated, now akin to his normal sight without it. "This is the base form of the Byakugan," he mumbled to himself, looking around his room. He could feel the warm energy constantly supplying his Byakugan with soul power.

Raising his hands, he touched the veins on his forehead, noticing it was less pronounced than he had expected. 'What if...' He immediately looked towards the wall in front of him. "X-Ray." At that moment, the veins became more pronounced, and the soul power supply increased almost two-fold. 

"As I expected." He thought, looking at the wooden wall of the house beside his room. "Different abilities take different amounts of soul power and blood." He could feel the blood pumping through the veins, but his heartbeat hadn't increased, which was strange. "Shall we test its limit?" He asked himself, answering himself by willing his eyes to look through the wall in front of him. 

His vision effortlessly pierced through the wooden wall of his house, revealing the interior of their neighbor's room. There, he caught an unexpected glimpse of a man getting dressed after a bath. 'Nice cock, bro.' Wong Yazhu thought with a chuckle.

His vision sliced through the layers of the man, looking through the wall behind him to observe the bathroom on the other side. His sight continued by piercing through the bathroom wall into the adjacent storage room. Here, his vision moved effortlessly among the stored objects, cutting through the clutter until it reached the outer wall of the storage room. Beyond this wall lay the narrow alley between his neighbor's house and another.

However, as he tried to extend his vision further, penetrating the wall of the adjacent house, he encountered resistance. His vision seemed to halt, unable to progress beyond halfway through the wall. It was as if he had hit an invisible barrier, marking the limit of how far he could see. Wong Yazhu realized it wasn't a matter of lacking soul power; rather, it was a limitation of his untrained Byakugan.

"Maybe it can only look through a certain thickness," he mumbled. Deactivating the X-ray vision, he felt the intense flow of blood and soul power consumption decrease, returning to a more sustainable level.

"That was more or less about 1 meter of thickness." He estimated, folding his arm. "So, if a wall is more than 1 meter thick, I won't be able to look through it."

It was good but still weak. "It isn't its own martial soul, just an innate skill of the God Tree, so I assume I have to train it to make it better." 

He stood from his bed and walked towards the window where he drew the curtains, looking at the clear sky above, with a bird flying past. "Telescope." 

His vision began to blur, initiating a rapid zoom toward the bird in the sky. It accelerated, honing in on the bird until it felt as though he stood mere inches from the creature about 30 meters away, soaring alongside it in the sky. He couldn't see his immediate surroundings where his body actually resided, like he wasn't there anymore but flying with the bed.

"Interesting," he mumbled, his gaze locked on the bird as it flew. Curiosity piqued, he attempted to activate his X-ray vision to peer through the bird. However, despite his concentrated effort and will, his vision remained on the surface, unable to penetrate the bird.

Deactivating his Telescopic vision, Wong Yazhu's perspective rapidly zoomed out, snapping back to his real self. His gaze then shifted to the apple tree in his backyard. Activating his X-ray vision, he easily saw through the trunk of the tree, through the tree, and looked at the empty plains that stretched along the southern edge of the village.

He tried to use his telescopic vision, but it proved futile. He then activated his 360 vision, the influx of data more handleable this time around, unlike the first time. He then tried to use his X-ray or telescopic vision, but nothing.

Deactivating his Byakugan due to limited soul power, he uttered. "Ah." It became clear that his powers allowed only one specific ability to be used at a time.

"So I have to train more to use them concurrently." He mumbled, stretching. He nodded. That won't be a problem. He still had a few months before he entered school. He could train it till then.

Wong Yazhu, feeling hungry, walked out of his room and went to the kitchen where he ate some bread and drank water. After eating his fill, he decided to wait until his soul power had been refilled before using his Byakugan again.

"But..." He mumbled, a thought coming to his mind. "Do I have the Sharingan?"