Chapter 76

Eric stood before Sin, striking a pose of triumph and exuding an air of victory. He maintained a silent, almost enigmatic gaze, causing Sin to become puzzled and uncertain about Eric's intentions. However, it didn't take long for Sin to comprehend that Eric was seeking recognition and admiration from him. In a moment of realization, Sin understood that Eric craved praise for his accomplishments. Without hesitation, Sin took the opportunity to commend Eric on his exceptional progress, acknowledging that he had achieved a significant triumph without relying on any external assistance or support.

Upon hearing Sin's praise, Eric couldn't help but feel a surge of pride coursing through him. He instinctively struck a confident pose, eager to prove himself further. With a smile, Sin acknowledged the determination in Eric's eyes, recognizing the unwavering loyalty and dedication this young individual possessed. This realization instantly lifted Sin's spirits, as he understood that Eric yearned to be of assistance to him more than anyone else.

In response to Eric's unwavering commitment, Sin eloquently expressed his admiration for the exceptional contributions Eric had made to the renowned Phantom Spear Team. Without a shadow of a doubt, Eric had proven himself to be one of the most valuable and reliable members within their esteemed ranks.

Sin found a comfortable spot on the bench and took a yoga postures to relax his body and mind. It had taken quite some time for him to recover from the exhausting effects of using the portal, but now his chakra was nearly restored. Despite this progress, Sin couldn't shake off the mental fatigue that came with executing the ultimate jutsu through the portal.

Curiosity filled the air as spectators pondered the reason behind his seated position, confused as to why he was doing that who shouldn't be exhausted at all. It was not he who had partaken in the battle, but rather his loyal dog Eric, who valiantly fought on his behalf.

A number of onlookers were taunting him, asserting that his physical prowess was so weak that even when surrounded by powerful individuals, his energy reserves were completely depleted, leaving him utterly exhausted.

Wesley could feel the bile rising in his throat as he spoke, utterly disgusted by the kind of rumor that was circulating. It sickened him to the core, and he made a conscious decision to distance himself from the ignorant individuals who perpetuated such falsehoods.

However, his anger burned even hotter when he thought about Sin, someone he believed had so much untapped potential. It frustrated him to no end, watching Sin squander his talents and fail to live up to his true capabilities. Despite the intensity of his emotions, Wesley knew better than to voice his frustration aloud, understanding the importance of picking his battles wisely.

Sin's senses were abruptly awakened as he detected an unusual presence in the air. His gaze fixated on a certain stage, where the semi-final match was in full swing. As his eyes scanned the players, he noticed a team that seemed to have the upper hand, poised for victory. However, it wasn't the expected triumphant team that caught Sin's attention, but rather one of their players - a abnormal figure with a strikingly pale complexion, distinct from the rest.

Sin could detect a profound presence of negative energy within the young boy. Although he was uncertain about the boy's character, the overwhelming aura of negativity emanating from him was unmistakable to Sin and impossible for him to ignore.

Sin displayed a profound interest towards him, his eyes fixated on the boy's every nimble action. Such extraordinary agility and finesse displayed by someone merely at level 14 is truly remarkable, indicating without a doubt that this young lad is unquestionably a seasoned and experienced individual within his field.

What stands out the most is that Sin is unable to detect any sort of irregularity in the boy; it's as if he is an ordinary level 14 individual. Surprisingly, the boy's team effortlessly emerged victorious in the match, solidifying the fact that he will be their upcoming opponent.

As the boy made his way down from the elevated arena, his gaze became fixated on Sin's eyes. Sin initially interpreted the boy's eye contact as a simple reflection of his own intense stare. However, it quickly became evident to Sin that the boy's penetrating gaze held a deeper meaning - he was actively seeking out Sin.

Sin was filled with a profound feeling of apprehension as he pondered the imminent match. Unlike the past encounters, this particular one would not be a mere stroll in the serene surroundings. Sin was acutely aware that he needed to approach this upcoming challenge with utmost care and vigilance, for it entailed confronting an exceptionally unusual and irregular team.

The eyes, emanating an icy and malevolent aura, seemed eerily reminiscent of lifeless fish. Our protagonist had encountered those very eyes in the past, their hollow depths devoid of any semblance of emotion. They harbored a sole purpose, an unyielding determination to inflict excruciating agony upon their opponents until their very last breath. It became apparent that this mysterious individual had singled out our protagonist for a specific motive, and the reason behind this vendetta remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Ever since that moment, Sin couldn't help but recall the existence of a peculiar society known as the Anti-Hero Society. The memory of that organization left an indelible mark on his mind, causing his eyes to grow cold and distant. As he glanced at the young boy in front of him, Sin noticed the unmistakable signs of the three tomoe Sharingan awakening within him. The allure and enchantment emanating from those Sharingan eyes were so captivating that it caused the guy to furrow his brows in confusion. It felt as though those mesmerizing eyes had the power to transport him into a world of fantasy and dreams.

The moment Sin's eyes met the guy's, his composure shattered into a thousand fragments, instantly crumbling under the weight of an overwhelming emotion. Unable to bear the intensity of the gaze, he instinctively averted his vision, hoping to escape the haunting effect of those dead, lifeless eyes that seemed to pierce through his very soul.