"Okay, let's see .... Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! What the heck is going on inside your skull?!" Ragdoll stumbled backward so abruptly she nearly tripped over her own boots.
Yuta blinked. "What?"
Ragdoll didn't respond at first. Her rainbow eyes widened until they were almost comically large. "There it is! There it is!"
Before Yuta could ask what was going on, Aizawa beat him to it. "Shiretoko Report."
Ragdoll pointed both hands directly at Yuta's face as though afraid the phenomenon might disappear if she stopped looking. "Something just popped up inside all that glowy stuff!"
Yuta's heart skipped. "What kind of something?"
Ragdoll waved her arms in broad circles, trying to find the words.
"Okay, okay, ... How do I put this .... Oh! Imagine your body is a gigantic white river. No ... an entire ocean! It's bright and warm and super energetic and it's rushing everywhere all at once."
Yuta nodded. His body chakra then. Got it. Ragdoll leaned in, eyes sparkling. "And then, right when you tried to activate your eyes or whatever…"
Her hands snapped together. "Two orange whirlpools appeared!"
Yuta froze. "Orange?"
"Yeah. They were like the river, just different and smaller." Ragdoll continued, speaking faster with every sentence.
"They were really intense too! Sharp and swirly and kind of… prickly?" She shivered dramatically. "They also seemed pretty cold ... Real old. Just seeing it felt like I was in a freezer."
Yuta stared at her. That was an alarmingly accurate description. Orange whirpools? That meant a second type of chakra that appeared in his eyes. 'Is that, the special chakra the Sharingan secretes?'
His thoughts were interrupted as Ragdoll wasn't finished. "But they didn't last," said, her excitement dimming into confusion. "The moment they appeared, all that giant white ocean rushed in and smothered them."
She spread her fingers outward like a wave crashing over something small.
"Whoosh!"
Her hands clapped together. "And poof. Gone."
Silence settled over the clearing. Even the distant explosions from Bakugo seemed oddly muted for a moment. Yuta's mind raced. "So something does happen."
"Oh, absolutely!" Ragdoll nodded so hard her hair bounced. "From what I see, your eyes are trying really, really hard to do something. It's still trying to do it right now." She squinted at him again. "But strangely, every time the orange one shows up, the white stuff tackles em and sits on them until they stop. What's the word? Dogpiles it."
"Dogpiles it?" Yuta repeated blankly. "Mh hmm!" Ragdoll threw her arms wide. "The moment it starts coming out, all the white energy in your body rushes toward your eyes like a million puppies tackling a suspicious stranger!"
She mimed a dramatic collision.
"BAM! Pile-on! Smothered! Squished! Buried!"
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "So basically his normal energy is suppressing the secondary energy before it can activate the quirk." Yuta's brow twitched. From Ragdoll's explanation, he felt like he somewhat understood what was going on.
The white sea was probably his chakra spread throughout every part of his body. The orange whirpools on the other hand, must be ... For lack of a better term, the chakra originating from his Sharingan.
In Naruto, the Sharingan had a special chakra created whenever an Uchiha experienced a moment of intense emotional anguish. It was this chakra that led to its awakening. The energy in Ragdoll's explanation had to be the same thing. However, that would mean that ...
"My body is bullying my own eyes?" Ragdoll gasped. "Yes! Exactly!" She pointed at him as if he had solved a riddle. "Kinda like an immune system fighting off a threat if you ask me." She paused, placing a cat paw on her chin "Hmm .. it's weird. This isn't normal for you, is it?" Yuta felt he was developing a migraine.
"No, it's not." Aizawa, on the other hand, had his face turn slightly serious. "This wasn't the case before so something's definitely changed." He turned his gaze to Yuta. "Akutami, with your quirk, you should understand your body best. what do you make of this?"
Yuta couldn't reply. Of all the explanations he had considered over the last two weeks. Quirk instability, temporary damage, some strange side effect of the quirk awakening or even his Sharingan evolving, not once had he entertained the possibility that his own chakra had decided to sit on his bloodline ability. Even more strange was that he couldn't even understand why. From all sides of logic, it made no sense as what was being suppressed was the special chakra required to activate the Sharingan, also just a type of chakra itself.
There had never been any scenario in Naruto where an Uchiha's Sharingan was suppressed by chakra. "Well." Yuta paused for a moment, remembering that technically, there was. 'Danzo.'
In the Naruto series, after slaughtering the Uchiha clan, Danzo had transplanted multiple three Tomoe Sharingan onto an arm made entirely of Hashirama cells to counter the massive erosive life force of the first Hokage.
However, this was clearly a different case. That was a situation born from incompatibility with the first Hokage's tyrannical cells. His body was his, his chakra was his, and his Sharingan was his. 'Does my chakra treat the Sharingan as a threat?' Yuta was confused. 'Why does ... Hold on ..' A realization hit. 'It doesn't.' Because by itself. ' My chakra ... Doesn't do anything.'
The first Hokage's cells had such a strong effect simply due to the special nature of his physique and the recipient body being unable to handle the raw vitality that came with his wood style. In reality, chakra itself had no sentient will. So why in Davy Jone's locker was his acting without his conscious knowledge? Yuta came to the answer pretty quickly. 'Unlike them, I have a quirk.'
The more he thought about it, however, the more it made sense. After all, he had a quirk that could resist and react instinctively on its own whenever it felt the need to do so. AFO and Overhaul encounters serving as prime examples.
Now it seemed that his quirk had once again, done something without his permission. Only this time, he didn't like the outcome. Instantly, Yuta closed his eyes and reached the depths of his mind.
He activated his Sharingan and attempted to use his quirk to recede the suppressing chakra. There was no response. He tried again. Still nothing.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
Ragdoll tilted her head. "Is that bad?"
"Potentially? Yes." Yuta muttered as his mind spun in circles. Some things still weren't adding up. Why was his quirk acting this way in the first place. This sort of automatic takeover had happened twice. Both scenarios were during critical moments and saved his life from certain peril. As for what sort of trouble could it be saving him from? He had no clue. Was it the volatile nature of the Sharingan perhaps? That didn't really seem life threatening.
It seemed ... His chakra couldn't possibly have an Otsutsuki host inside, waiting to take over his body, could it? This wasn't Boruto. 'Could it be a problem with balance then?' His mind began fitting the pieces together.
The Chakra in his eyes differed from that of the body. From what he remembered, the Senju and Uzumaki clans had an excessive amount of Yang attribute chakra. Hashirama Senju's cells were practically overflowing with them. Meanwhile, the eyes of the Uchiha clan were the opposite, overflowing with Yin attribute chakra.
The Uzumaki bloodline had drastically enhanced his vitality. After the Yamanote Line incident, his body had undergone a massive evolution. His regeneration was fueled by life force. Yang chakra.
His Mangekyō Sharingan, however, depended on powerful Yin release generated through emotional trauma and mental energy. From the looks of it, it would seem that his Yang chakra .... Had vastly surpassed the yin side. As if that wasn't enough, it was colluding with his quirk to make sure it wouldn't grow. So much so that the latter was being dogpiled on by the former into dormancy. Tobirama? Is that you?
'Seriously,' Yuta thought, a phantom image of the Second Hokage crossing his arms and nodding approvingly flashing through his mind. 'The old man would be throwing a festival right now.' If his theory was correct, Yuta had no idea what the imbalance would cause. He wasn't even sure whether this had any correlation to why his quirk was suppressing the Sharingan. However,
"Akutami." Aizawa's voice brought him back from his thoughts. "You're overthinking. I can practically hear the gears grinding from here. What did you figure out?"
"Well, all I can say is that my quirk for some reason that I'm not sure of yet, is restricting a function of my quirk." He rubbed his head, feeling somewhat exhausted. "My quirk is subconsciously suppressing that power using my physical vitality."
"Can you fix it?" Aizawa frowned . Yuta remained silent for several seconds. Could he? In theory, yes. In practice, it was another matter entirely. His primary problem was the cause behind his Quirk's override actions. Whether the imbalance between Yin and Yang had any say in the matter was something else. For the moment, his entire body was saturated with an absurd quantity of Yang chakra. Redirecting it manually would be fighting against his own body. From the looks of it, he wasn't sure he could win either.
The alternative was increasing Yin output until it could overwhelm the suppression. Which could turn out catastrophic depending on why it was suppressed in the first place. However, that was a road he couldn't tread even if he wanted to. Genuine Yin chakra strong enough to awaken the Mangekyō did not come from ordinary irritation but was born from profound emotional upheaval. Hatred. Grief. Loss.
Quite frankly, he had no desire to attempt to create such a mental state.
The same thing would happen if his body had less Yang attribute chakra. As long as his vitality was lower, Yin would overpower Yang even with the quirk's best output. However, that was also a state Yuta didn't want to create.
Plus, there was no guarantee it would work or another problem wouldn't occur midway as a result. That then left the third option.
"I do have an idea." Yuta replied. Ragdoll raised her hand eagerly, despite not understanding half of what was happening. "Ooh! Is it a good idea?"
Yuta considered that. "No," he said honestly. "It's an extremely dangerous idea."
Aizawa nodded. "What is it?" Yuta hesitated. He still wasn't comfortable discussing the deeper mechanics of his power, but enough pieces were visible now that withholding everything would be pointless.
"My body is generating too much energy," he said carefully. "The eye requires a different kind that's currently being suppressed by the rest." Aizawa listened without interrupting.
Then Yuta asked the obvious question. "If that's true…" He looked directly at his teacher.
"…what happens if you erase it?"
Ragdoll blinked. "…You lost me." Aizawa's visible eye narrowed almost immediately.
"You want me to erase it."
Yuta nodded once.
"If your Erasure shuts down the automatic regeneration and vitality production, then the excess Yang output should drop with it." He rubbed the back of his neck. "At least temporarily."
Ragdoll's mouth formed a tiny "o."
"The white ocean would stop body-slamming the orange whirlpools…"
"That's the idea."
"If that's the case then it wouldn't work at all." Aizawa stated plainly, his expression hardening into a flat, skeptical frown. "You're missing a fundamental flaw in your logic, Akutami."
"Eh? What flaw?" Ragdoll tilted her head, her neon hair swaying as she looked between the two. "If the big puppy pile goes away, wouldn't the orange whirlpools just pop right back up?"
"No," Aizawa said. "Erasure doesn't remove a specific branch of a Quirk while leaving the rest intact. It shuts down the entire Quirk factor. Even if it doesn't, I can't currently change that. If I look at you, the subconscious suppression mechanism will stop, but your ability to initialize the visual component will be completely locked down as well."
Yuta immediately realized the problem.
From Aizawa's perspective, his eyes were part of his quirk. Which meant erasing the quirk would also erase the thing he was trying to activate in the first place.
Which was a completely reasonable assumption. Unfortunately, the situation was nowhere near that simple.
But he couldn't just say that. If he told Aizawa, "Actually, go ahead and erase me, my eyes operate on a completely different biological blueprint that bypasses your Quirk," he would be opening a massive box of questions he had no intention of answering.
However, fundamental quirk logic was solid. There was no explanation he could currently come up with at the moment that wouldn't sound forced, contrived, or make it seem like he knew more than he was letting out on.
"In that case … do you have any better ideas?"
Silence.
Ragdoll looked at Aizawa. Aizawa looked at Yuta.
Yuta simply folded his arms and waited. Because realistically? There probably wasn't another option. Not one that could actually confirm anything, anyway. After nearly half a minute, Ragdoll cautiously raised a hand.
"…I have one." Both of them turned toward her. "Why don't we just hit him with a shovel?"
Aizawa stared.
Yuta stared.
Ragdoll tilted her head. "I mean, that's how it usually works in the anime I watch. …No?"
"No," Aizawa said flatly.
"Aww."
"Shiretoko."
"Right, sorry. Serious mode again."
Yuta rubbed his temples. "Why was that your first thought?" The clearing fell quiet once more. Aizawa closed his eyes. He hated uncertain variables. However, this wasn't really a situation they could handle here. He had no contacts who had experienced something like this. Medical help probably wouldn't make any difference in this scenario either. Aizawa knew there were no better alternatives.
Recovery Girl couldn't diagnose it. Search had confirmed the suppression but not the cause. Yuta himself lacked enough control to manually override the system.
"Fine." Aizawa let out a breath. The moment he reopened his eye, they had turned red. His hand and the capture scarf of his neck decided gravity, floating upwards without him lifting a finger as he focused his Quirk.
Instantly, Yuta felt it.
"…!"
A strange sensation crawled through his entire body. The next moment, his orderly running chakra seemed to have been struck by a radio wave, coming to a standstill.
It wasn't a complete halt. The orderly circulation throughout his coils however abruptly lost cohesion.
The sensation was horrible. The sense of unfamiliarity with himself rose to a higher level and his instincts screamed something was deeply wrong.
Like suddenly losing awareness of one of his limbs.
Yuta instinctively grabbed his own wrist. 'What the hell is this feeling?' His body felt unnaturally hollow. Quiet. Even breathing suddenly felt unfamiliar.
And somehow, that disturbed him far more than actual pain would have. Because this was the first time since gaining his power that he had experienced something even remotely resembling absence.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed immediately.
"How are you feeling?"
Yuta flexed his fingers slowly. "…Weird."
"Weird how?"
"Like something got ripped out of me." He frowned. "But physically? I think I'm fine." Oddly enough… He was also curious. Because this might genuinely be the closest thing he had ever experienced to existing without his quirk. Now he could strongly say that he didn't like it.
It just felt so unnatural on so many ends.
"…Nothing's happening?" Ragdoll blinked. Yuta rolled his shoulders experimentally.
"Hm. I pretty much feel norm ..." He froze. Then his eyes widened.
"…What the ..." The chakra inside his body exploded.
BOOOOM ...
A colossal wave of energy erupted out of him without warning. The ground shattered beneath his feet. Wind detonated across the clearing like a hurricane blast, ripping through trees and sending dirt, leaves, and rocks flying in every direction. Ragdoll screamed. Aizawa's scarf snapped violently in the air.
To Yuta's utter shock, His previously stagnant chakra had suddenly gone berserk. Yet Before he could even comprehend the logic behind the failure, a sharp, prickling pain erupted from the back of his skull, piercing straight through his optic nerves.
The previously suppressed, freezing Yin chakra flooded out toward his face like an opened dam.
With it, dozens of fragmented, high-velocity images flashed across his vision simultaneously. The endless expanse of the dark ocean... the screeching metal of the train... the horrifying, countless corpses from the Yamanote Line tragedy. The psychic weight was dizzying. "AGH—!" He clutched his face. A distinct, intricate Mangekyō pattern tore into his irises, and without warning, twin streams of thick, crimson blood began streaming down his face.
The wild chakra condensed in the air. Following which,
BANG! !
A giant skeletal hand shot into the air.
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