The Land Of Loot - 8

'How do your eyes feel?' Isobu asked.

A full half an hour had passed since he'd finished. It was, actually a lot easier than he thought it was going to be. Though, that was partly due to Isobu's chakra than his own efforts.

All he'd had to do was connect the nerves in his eye socket, and within minutes he was done.

'When you've been around as long as I have, it's simple to get a template of your body using my chakra,' Isobu input, 'So?' he prompted.

"Itchy." Daiki answered simply.

He couldn't tell if that was because if the nerves were still a bit tender, or because of his new visual prowess.

Even without trying to activate any of the abilities of his new eyes, his vision was still massively enhanced. Before, he had twenty-twenty vision, his eyes were pretty damn good already, and could see most things clearly for a good forty-fifty feet before they started getting blurry at all.

…Now, if he focused, he could clearly see things and focus his vision on them, and see them as if he were standing right next to them, from hundreds of feet away, and the sheer scope of his vision, which had topped out before at a few miles as was normal for human eyes, could see over ten miles away.

He'd checked with a clone.

'That'll fade I'm sure, from what I can feel of your chakra, there is no signs of rejection,' Isobu mused, 'Now you just need to figure out how these abilities work.'

He didn't really have time to work on that himself, he had things to do after all, he still had a mission to complete.

Thankfully, he had access to this handy dandy little dimension and he could just leave a bunch of clones here to work on the abilities together and pass on the information to him by dispelling while he made his way to the Village of Artisans.

'About the clones, you realise you could have had one of them do the procedure, correct?' Isobu asked.

…Yes, yes he did.

He hadn't been thinking when he started though. He just wanted to get the eyes out and in his sockets, so he didn't have to look at the kid he murdered for his eyes any longer.

Stupid of him, but already done and he couldn't change that.

Also, 'You could have let me know.' he pointed out.

'I didn't want to startle you when you were plucking your eyes.' Isobu retorted.

How annoying, why did he have to be so logical?

'It comes with thinking about things other than the 'grind'.' Isobu chuckled.

As far as the eyes went, there was a constant drain from them now that they were connected to his chakra network and he couldn't de-activate their base passive form.

But, it was honestly a miniscule amount and stopped whenever he shut his eyes and cut off his vision from seeing anything.

Which he didn't even need to do because of Isobu, because his chakra regenerated far faster than the eyes drained.

Their only passive power without focusing any more chakra into his eyes was enhanced vision, unlike the Sharingan that when active in the base, non Mangekyou forms, had all abilities passively activated at once, which was probably why it was such a major chakra drain on Kakashi.

'It's a good thing, like you thought it would be. With my chakra mixing with yours and a constant strain, your paltry chakra capacity will indeed grow passively and quickly,' Isobu hummed, 'Give it a few months and I may even be able to submerge myself in your chakra in here and go for a relaxing swim.'

….Paltry.

Again with the small chakra capacity jokes.

'No, it has nothing to do with your genitalia, I'm being literal.' Isobu deadpanned.

It still hurt his pride though.

Shaking his head, Daiki pushed himself up from where he was resting on the marble ground and stood up. It was about time to get a move on.

His eyes drifted over to the corpses of Raiga and Ranmaru, before he slowly ran through a few hand seals and inhaled, before exhaling out a white hot sphere of flame that enveloped both bodies.

Riaga's head was one thing, he could just turn it in at any bounty station before going back to Konoha. Ranmaru on the other hand…while it was possible his genes could have been put to use by the village, there was also the fact that Yamanaka could even read the lingering memories of the dead from their corpses.

He didn't want to even leave a hint of a possibility of anyone finding out what he was up to. And there was a good chance a Yamanaka would be forced to mind walk the corpse just to see if there was any information the kid had about his bloodline or a clan.

Better safe than sorry.

Ignoring the smell of burning flesh, Daiki brought his hands together in a familiar hand seal.

A moment later, there was a series of puffs of smoke and five identical clones of him appeared.

"You know what to do?" he asked.

In response, his own identical copies, crossed their arms and gave him five smirks, "We grind, what else?" the one in the centre retorted.

There could be no other answer.

Nodding, Daiki called upon Isobu's chakra and focused, 'Sunpo.' he thought, shadows of black and green warping over his form and he found himself standing once again in the ruins of a large building within the Katabami Gold Nine.

There was a bunch of people out and about, but before they even realised he was there, Daiki disappeared in a blur of speed.