Chapter 187: Menma’s Mangekyo Sharingan Rinnegan
Star Capital, deep underground in the military zone.
In a quiet chamber constructed from heavy alloy and intricate sealing runes, Menma’s true body sat cross-legged.
The White Three-Eyed Fox Mask was placed at his side, revealing beneath his black short hair a youthful yet steady face far beyond his years.
The scene of that vast chakra and eye power surging upon contact with the Giant Tenseigan collided and settled like a raging undercurrent in his sea of consciousness.
He slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into concentration.
The vast sea-like chakra within his body was precisely guided, transforming into a raging torrent that surged along specific meridians toward his eyes, continuously refining into eye power and washing over them.
The left eye, that scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan, was ignited first.
The three tomoe began to rotate, speeding up faster and faster, their trajectories blurring more and more, as if breaking free from the restraints of the eye socket and tearing apart their original form.
An intense burning pain erupted fiercely from deep within the eyeball, like a red-hot brand iron repeatedly searing the optic nerve.
“Hmph…” Fine beads of sweat instantly seeped from Menma’s forehead, but his body remained steady as a rock, his powerful will firmly locking his mind and guiding the surging power within to continuously impact the Sharingan.
He could clearly “inner-view” the high-speed rotating tomoe trajectories elongating, distorting, and deforming, their boundaries no longer distinct.
The lines of the three tomoe intertwined and fused in the extreme rotation, ultimately collapsing and reorganizing into a completely new, profound, and mysterious pattern.
A black vortex that seemed capable of devouring all light!
At the center of the vortex, a point of ultimate void quietly condensed.
The moment the left eye’s pattern fully formed, a surge of enlightenment from deep within the eyeball came flooding in.
The true name of the Mangekyo’s dojutsu was engraved in his consciousness like a brand—Rin’ne!
This newborn dojutsu containing some destructive power was like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirring a strong resonance in the right eye.
That eye, usually as gorgeous as a ruby, capable of perceiving chakra flow and interfering with the Byakugan “red eye,” now transmitted waves of scorching throbs like an awakened beast.
Menma’s thoughts flashed like lightning, unhesitatingly dividing a pure torrent from the unique and massive eye power of the left Mangekyo, actively guiding it and boldly injecting it into the right eye!
Buzz—!
The right eye’s red eye suddenly erupted with an unprecedented dazzling red glow!
His vision was instantly drowned in an endless crimson tide, as if plunged into a lava hell.
The eyeball transmitted tearing sharp pain, as if the entire eyeball would be burst and melted by this foreign, higher-order eye power!
Menma gritted his teeth, letting out a suppressed grunt, his body trembling slightly from the intense pain, but his powerful spiritual will was like a sea-fixing needle, firmly anchoring and guiding this violent alien eye power into a difficult fusion and reshaping with the right eye’s eye power.
He could feel the right eye’s internal structure undergoing a deeper transformation, with clearer, certain ethereal “lines” emerging in the blood-colored world of his vision.
Perhaps because it wasn’t like the usual Sharingan evolution stimulated by intense emotions, this transformation process washed by eye power was painful and prolonged, like reshaping the soul’s senses.
After an unknown time, the violent energy storm in the quiet chamber finally subsided, leaving only absolute silence.
Menma slowly opened his eyes.
The left eye, against its scarlet background, had that profound black vortex pattern slowly swirling, its central point of void seeming to connect to an endless abyss, emanating an aura that made the soul tremble.
The right eye, its ruby-like hue more profoundly subdued, had an indescribable ripple flash like ripples deep in the pupil before vanishing, returning to normal.
But Menma clearly perceived that its perceptive and interference abilities had leaped to a whole new level, with perception sharper and more delicate.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm upward, mind slightly focused.
The vortex in the left Mangekyo pattern seemed to come alive, an invisible force quietly gathering in his palm.
This was not chakra condensation, but a manifestation of rules brought by the Mangekyo.
He stared at the core of this power, interpreting the essence of “Rin’ne.”
“Erase… delete…” he murmured to himself, interpreting.
“Specific traces of existence… conceptual connections… erasure at the narrative layer…”
This dojutsu had surpassed the instinctive evolution of the Sharingan driven by emotions; its “distortion of reality” characteristic was more like some higher-dimensional authority of interference.
Just like… like an author deleting certain settings from their work!
Menma’s mind raced, combining his fifteen years of ups and downs in the “Limited Tsukuyomi” world and his unique perspective as a transmigrator on the “Naruto world.”
This “Dojutsu: Rin’ne” was far from simple physical annihilation.
It targeted “existence” itself, acting on the rules that constitute the world!
It could sever the strongest “bonds” between people, turning life-and-death friends into strangers; it could also erase the core contractual bond between jinchūriki and tailed beasts, no longer needing sealing jutsu—just one glance to cut off the jinchūriki’s tailed beast chakra!
Even curse marks and sealing jutsu like the “Caged Bird” could be “erased”!
It could even…
directly delete the link between a target and the source of their power core, like the bloodline-level permission of Shoto and his son to the Giant Tenseigan!
A grander, nearly mad idea took shape in his mind: if this dojutsu continued to evolve to higher levels, could it become like《Boruto》’s Aida’s “omnipotent” divine technique, directly twisting and rewriting people’s cognition?
Even…
In the future, when these eyes evolved to a higher form, could they disregard the fundamental “vessel” rules that allowed the Otsutsuki Clan to rampage across the universe?
Directly nullifying their “horns”?
“Power of the narrative layer…” Menma’s fingertips unconsciously traced the void before him, the vortex pattern in his left eye flickering slightly, as if echoing this beyond-reason speculation.
He vaguely felt that this power born from painful evolution seemed to touch a domain transcending the current ninja world’s physical rules, having some mysterious connection to his identity as a “transmigrator,” a variable that shouldn’t exist in the “script.”
This was perhaps the most inconceivable and most fitting gift Menma had gained from that false yet profoundly etched “Limited Tsukuyomi.”
With this thought, Menma condensed his eye power!
The left Mangekyo suddenly accelerated its rotation!
Dojutsu: Rin’ne!
Inside the moon’s Giant Tenseigan, those blue light threads representing permissions that ordinary people couldn’t ‘see’ snapped and dissipated one after another without resistance!
Not destruction, but thoroughly erased from the “concept of existence”!
Deletion complete.
From this moment, the Giant Tenseigan had only his permission.
Menma picked up the white Three-Eyed Fox Mask again, gently covering his face, concealing those heterochromatic pupils.
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Star Capital, administrative zone on the east bank of the Ghost River.
The family compound area’s buildings varied in style, mixing traditional ninja clan courtyards with new row apartments.
Across from the Uzumaki Clan’s mansion, separated by a meticulously trimmed lawn, a courtyard similarly built from gray-white giant stones but in a more ancient and simple style had just been completed.
Above the lintel, there was no family crest, only a new, un inscribed plain white stone plaque.
This was the new residence of the Otsutsuki father and son.
Deep in the mansion’s quiet chamber, the light was soft.
Uchiha Hikari and Shisui Uchiha stood on the veranda, leaning back against a pillar.
Hikari’s gaze focused on the moon in the night sky, while Shisui watched the surgery inside.
Inside, Uzumaki Kushina had fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her hands wrapped in delicate pale green chakra, gently moving away from Toneri’s eyes after just completing the surgery.
“It’s done.” Kushina’s voice carried gentleness and encouragement: “Come, try feeling its existence.”
On the bed, the young Toneri kept his eyes tightly closed, his long white eyelashes trembling slightly from pain and intense foreign sensation.
At Kushina’s signal, he tried, extremely slowly, with a hint of fear and expectation… opening his eyes.
A touch of light.
Soft but unfamiliar light, entering his optic nerve directly for the first time, not simulated by the “mind’s eye”!
Unlike the monotonous lines of energy flow perceived by the mind’s eye, before him was colorful, blurry, post-surgical afterimage halos outlining the silhouettes of the people nearby.
Uzumaki Kushina, wearing a white coat with her bright red hair in a bun.
Shoto sat at the bedside, using his “mind’s eye” to carefully “depict” his son’s silhouette over and over.
“Father…” Toneri suddenly spoke, his voice carrying tentative caution and irrepressible excitement.
Slowly, as if using all his strength, he opened those eyes that originally belonged to a Hyuga Main Family Elder.
His eye sockets were no longer suffocating darkness!
Bright light, carrying the warmth of color, surged into his vision so realistically and clearly for the first time!
Though still somewhat hazy, like veiled in thin gauze, he had truly “seen”!
He saw the soft intricate textures on the ceiling, the warm light outside the window leaping with golden spots, and his father’s aged face at the bedside, full of deep wrinkles, etched with exhaustion and vicissitudes, yet so familiar from mind’s eye perception.
Those newborn Byakugan eyes clearly reflected Shoto’s haggard face.
“Toneri… you… did you see it?” Shoto’s voice trembled with disbelief and a near-relieved release.
With his mind’s eye, he “saw” the renewed visual brilliance in his son’s eyes, and the heart hardened and frozen by twisted obsession finally melted completely at this moment.
“Yes! Father, I saw it! I saw it! I saw what you look like!” Toneri suddenly sat up, excitedly extending his slightly trembling hand to tightly grasp his father’s withered palm.
His gaze greedily scanned every corner of the room, finally settling again on his father’s face etched with the ravines of years, his voice choking: “So… around Father’s eyes, it’s like this…”
Shoto gripped his son’s hand in return, so tightly his knuckles whitened, forcing a nearly benevolent smile onto his wrinkled face, though it appeared especially poignant against his decayed complexion.
“Good… good… being able to see is good. Being able to see is good…” He sighed deeply, as if unloading the heavy shackles borne his whole life, his tone becoming unprecedentedly solemn.
“From now on, follow Lord Shura… go… go see…” Shoto seemed to want to describe a scene but ultimately fell into a silent, unspoken blank.
Joy on Toneri’s face instantly froze, looking at his father’s withered and decayed face, immense sorrow surged to his heart, his eyes instantly reddening.
But Shoto just shook his head forcefully, his turbid “mind’s eye” seeming to pierce the roof, gazing at the Star Capital’s sky: “Don’t grieve. Seeing you regain light with my own eyes has fulfilled my obsession. Lord Shura’s gift of new life, the chance for our clan’s continuation, must be repaid as a gushing spring.”
Toneri nodded forcefully, tears sliding down, dripping onto the back of his tightly gripped father’s hand.
In those newborn Byakugan eyes, for the first time toward this unfamiliar world, toward that figure wearing the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask, powerful as a deity, besides awe from absolute power, a heavy sense of belonging from the heart quietly took root.
Under the Star Capital’s night sky, Otsutsuki Hamura’s direct descendants quietly took root by the Ghost River.
