In the grueling days that followed, Kiyohara and Kakashi scoured the Land of Grass together for any traces of the captured Medical Ninjas.
However, the elite Kirigakure black-ops unit was terrifyingly cautious. The Konoha duo was always exactly one step behind. The temporary hidden camps they discovered still possessed residual thermal warmth, and the heavy physical marks of hostage imprisonment were clearly visible on the cave walls, but the targets were always gone.
This specific kind of psychological, near-miss torment was particularly agonizing for a mind already pushed to the brink. The red, bloodshot streaks in Kakashi's remaining eye grew significantly deeper with every failure, and his periods of absolute silence became dangerously long.
It wasn't until a gray, freezing evening several days later that the operational grid took a sudden, violent turn.
On the edge of a hidden creek valley, Kakashi managed to successfully intercept a lone Kirigakure ANBU straggler.
After a brief, brutal interrogation utilizing physical torture, Kakashi successfully extracted a geographical coordinate from the dying operative.
There was a highly secure, subterranean stronghold approx. 10 kilometers to the northeast.
"What do you think?"
Kakashi flicked the thick blood droplets off his kunai blade and looked at Kiyohara, who was standing silently beside him.
Kiyohara looked around at the violently destroyed vegetation and the fresh combat traces, his brow furrowing slightly.
For the past four days, tracking this unit was like searching for a clay ox that had walked into the sea—impossible. But today... it was exactly as if someone had deliberately, systematically handed the operational clues directly to them on a silver platter.
Kiyohara had a chilling, absolute certainty that Madara Uchiha had officially begun to act.
He estimated that the complex Sealing Jutsu required for the Three-Tails was almost complete, and all that was required now was for all the designated actors to arrive exactly on their marks.
"It's entirely too smooth, Kakashi. It feels exactly like... bait dangling on a hook," Kiyohara stated clinically.
"I know," Kakashi nodded, his voice hollow and desperate.
But no matter what the tactical reality was, he had to go and breach that stronghold.
To be completely honest, Kakashi genuinely didn't understand why the enemy had kept the low-ranking Medical Ninjas captive for so long. If their objective was to brutally interrogate them for Konoha intel, the process would have been finished days ago. Being able to keep them medically stabilized and captive for this long clearly meant the Mist possessed a highly specific, darker intention.
"I'm going to breach the perimeter, Kiyohara."
Kakashi left those cold words hanging in the air and prepared to body-flicker.
However, at that exact microsecond, a specialized ambush team of eight elite Kirigakure ANBU—who seemed to have been lying in perfect, chakra-suppressed wait on the necessary path—suddenly materialized from the trees and intercepted them.
"Wind Release: Wind Cutter Technique!"
Without a millisecond of hesitation, Kiyohara's hands blurred through seals. A massive, high-pressure blade of localized wind materialized around his left hand, and he slashed violently toward the vanguard of the Kirigakure ANBU.
One Mist operative was instantly, cleanly bisected at the waist by Kiyohara on the spot.
"Kakashi, I'll hold the line here for now. You push ahead and breach the stronghold," Kiyohara ordered, his voice devoid of panic.
His maximum chakra capacity was currently vastly larger than Kakashi's, so it didn't matter even if he burned a significant portion of his reserves here. Furthermore, with the passive cellular regeneration provided by the Power of the White Snake, Kiyohara's chakra recovery speed was exponentially faster than that of an average Jonin.
Moreover, Kiyohara possessed a highly classified, personal reason to stall for time.
That reason being... a new "last words letter" from the Urn was scheduled to arrive at any moment.
Kiyohara planned to stall, wait for the spiritual inheritance to arrive, physically integrate an extra layer of genetic security, and then follow Kakashi to the execution ground.
Hearing this command, Kakashi's mismatched eyes—one black, one bleeding red—stared intensely at Kiyohara for a heavy moment.
"...Be careful."
Kakashi left only those two words before his figure vanished flawlessly into the dense forest canopy, speeding away toward the northeast.
Kiyohara withdrew his gaze from the trees, and facing the seven surrounding Kirigakure ANBU, his black eyes turned absolutely cold.
"It seems you aren't the main strike force."
Kiyohara's sensory network could clearly detect that the remaining Mist ANBU were not Kage-level threats. At least to him, they didn't pose a lethal tactical threat.
After rapidly converting his raw chakra into pure Magnetic Force, massive volumes of black iron sand surged violently out from Kiyohara's heavy gourd. The sand instantly transformed into countless razor-sharp needles and heavy, floating blades, glinting with a cold, terrifying metallic luster under the bruised afterglow of the setting sun.
"Keep the Konoha brat pinned down here! The Sealing ritual is almost complete; there can be absolutely no operational mistakes!"
The commanding Kirigakure ANBU rapidly formed seals and released a massive, roaring Water Dragon from the creek.
The high-pressure Water Dragon and the cloud of iron sand collided violently in the air, erupting with a deafening roar of steam and grinding metal.
Immediately following the clash, the Kirigakure operatives behind the captain utilized their respective, coordinated Water Release ninjutsu to bombard Kiyohara, blanketing his entire grid in a massive area-of-effect attack.
Kiyohara smoothly drew his chakra-metal ninja sword, and the black iron sand instantly clung to the steel, heavily extending and serrating the blade.
"Konoha Style: Willow!"
Kiyohara swung his heavy ninja sword. Through a flawless application of kinetic speed and visual hallucination, it appeared to the enemy exactly as if dozens, or hundreds, of heavy black swords were being swung simultaneously in the air around him.
The dazzling, hypnotic display of overlapping sword strikes immediately threw the Kirigakure ANBU into psychological panic.
After all, they had never seen this highly classified, illusionary Kenjutsu before, and possessed no immediate tactical means to counter it. At this stage in the timeline, it was highly debatable whether even its creator, Kosuke Maruboshi, had fully perfected the move.
And a lethal battle between shinobi was ultimately a battle of information asymmetry.
Kiyohara ruthlessly seized this microsecond opening. A massive burst of magnetic repulsive force erupted beneath his boots as he instantly flashed directly in front of a paralyzed Mist operative.
Squelch.
A massive spray of arterial blood painted the air. The operative was decapitated.
The other Kirigakure ANBU were profoundly shocked by the sheer, unadulterated brutality.
The operative closest to Kiyohara desperately swung his katana to slash the boy's throat.
Kiyohara simply extended the back of his bare left hand to block the steel slash, instantly activating localized Steel Release.
CLANG!
A shower of bright orange sparks burst out as the steel blade bounced off Kiyohara's hardened skin.
Riding the kinetic recoil, Kiyohara smoothly countered with a horizontal slash, his black blade cleanly severing the Kirigakure operative's carotid artery as the man looked on with a horrified, disbelieving expression.
"Five left," Kiyohara stated coldly.
Without waiting for the decapitated corpse to hit the mud, Kiyohara violently threw a straight punch.
BANG!
With just a single, devastating application of Earth Spear, Kiyohara directly punched completely through the reinforced chest plate of the next Mist ANBU.
At that exact millisecond, the operative's internal organs were physically liquefied, and his ribs and spinal column were violently shattered.
BOOM!
The corpse spun wildly and flew backward, crashing into a tree.
"!!"
The remaining operatives had never, in their darkest nightmares, expected the Konoha teenager to be this physically, overwhelmingly brutal.
They all possessed the updated Bingo Book intelligence on "Magnet Release Kiyohara." Every major hidden village dedicated massive resources to collecting combat data on the rising prodigies of their geopolitical opponents. Kiyohara's terrifying tactical talent was naturally heavily profiled.
But no matter how clinically the ink described it... some things simply required standing in the blood to truly feel the suffocating pressure.
CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!
Kiyohara's heavy black sword and the remaining ANBU blades constantly clashed at supersonic speeds, a continuous series of blinding sparks erupting in the twilight.
His overwhelming kinetic performance made the remaining four Kirigakure operatives completely abandon any pretense of caution; they attacked Kiyohara simultaneously, desperately seeking a blind spot.
Yet, relying on only a single, heavy sword and flawless evasion, Kiyohara effortlessly held off the coordinated four-man siege.
SHINK!
When Kiyohara's extended black blade clashed violently with the captain's Tachi, the black iron sand forming the edge suddenly, intentionally shattered. The blade dissolved into several dozen microscopic black streaks that shot entirely through the unresponsive captain, riddling him with holes like a shotgun blast.
"Damn it... this brat is a monster..."
Even originating from the infamous "Village of the Bloody Mist," these elite ANBU had never encountered such a bizarre, physically oppressive fighting style.
Their designated tactical mission was to hold the Konoha vanguard back and stall for time. But if the enemy was this superior, continuing to hold the line was simply mass suicide.
The only viable protocol was to break contact, retreat, regroup with the primary black-ops cell, and overwhelm the boy with numbers.
Watching a surviving operative turn to body-flicker away, Kiyohara smoothly turned into a blur of falling leaves and vanished completely into the forest canopy.
"Where the hell did he go?!" a terrified operative yelled, scanning the trees.
The squad's designated Sensor-nin had just been the one physically punched through the heart.
"He's—!" The only remaining operative with minor sensory training finally detected Kiyohara's massive chakra spike.
Just as he was about to shout the coordinates, he suddenly felt a terrifying, icy chill against his neck.
The hairs on his arms stood straight up, and a primal sense of absolute horror rushed violently from his tailbone straight to his brain stem!
"I'm standing exactly behind you. Aren't I?" Kiyohara's voice rang out, entirely devoid of emotion.
Immediately after, a large, impossibly strong hand clamped brutally around the back of his neck.
With a sickening SNAP, the ANBU's cervical spine was crushed, his head slumped lifelessly to the side, and he went completely silent.
Watching the final two operatives desperately attempting to flee across the river, Kiyohara calmly reached into his tactical pouch and drew two premium shuriken.
SHINK!
Kiyohara threw them with devastating kinetic force. The shuriken, trailing nearly invisible, ultra-thin copper wire, cut through the air with a deafening shriek and directly caught up to the fleeing operatives.
Because of the massive, inhuman physical force behind the throw, the blades effortlessly pierced completely through the reinforced Kevlar of their torsos.
Kiyohara simply hooked his finger. The shuriken abruptly altered their aerodynamic trajectory in mid-air, and the curved copper wire suddenly, violently tightened, yanking the operatives violently backward.
Squelch.
The razor-sharp shuriken violently tore backward through their internal organs, and the two men collapsed instantly into the mud.
Only faint, gurgling breathing remained; their lungs were punctured, and they were clearly bleeding out internally.
"Whew... I really have become much stronger," Kiyohara murmured, looking clinically at the carnage before him.
The wet ground, the shattered tree trunks, the green leaves, and the surrounding bushes were all heavily painted with the enemy unit's blood.
Kiyohara crouched down and quickly, methodically began looting the corpses.
"Next time, I should actively try to keep the torsos structurally intact," Kiyohara noted critically to himself. He found that many of the high-grade Mist flak jackets had been permanently ruined by his punches, which pained his financial sensibilities.
"Calculating the timeline... there should still be a brief operational window before the climax."
After finishing the systematic looting, Kiyohara popped a concentrated soldier pill into his mouth, dry-swallowing it.
Then, he sat in the shadows of the trees and quietly, patiently waited for the arrival of the "last words letter."
After roughly ten minutes, a voice arrived exactly as expected.
[Please check your last words letter and Urn, and properly bury the relics.]
The familiar, mechanically synthesized, emotionless voice rang out directly within the center of his mind.
Simultaneously, deep within his mental space, a new Urn materialized.
Kiyohara immediately secured a highly hidden tactical position behind a massive boulder, suppressed his chakra signature entirely, and focused his absolute consciousness inward.
Sitting directly beside the heavy stone Urn of the Iwa ninja, a sleek, ancient-style ceramic Urn had appeared. It was immaculately painted with a distinct, striking family crest: A red and white fan.
"This is... the Uchiha Crest?" Kiyohara was genuinely, profoundly stunned.
He perfectly remembered the geopolitical history of Konoha. The Uchiha Clan's official family crest was the Uchiwa—a paper fan. It symbolized the ancestral one who stokes the flames. Therefore, individuals possessing the Uchiha bloodline, besides inheriting massive "Yin Release" spiritual energy at birth, also possessed an astronomically high genetic probability of possessing an innate "Fire Release" chakra affinity. Their catastrophic Fire Release ninjutsu was infamous throughout the history of the Ninja World.
As expected, the ceramic lid of the Urn opened with a soft click.
From the darkness within floated a spiritual body wearing a traditional, high-collared gray Uchiha robe. The ghost possessed a young, devastatingly handsome face that carried a heavy, lingering aura of profound melancholy.
His eyes were tightly shut. But when the spirit fully manifested in the mental space, his eyelids lifted slowly to reveal a pair of blood-red, terrifyingly eerie Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
"It seems... I have quite a few roommates," Uchiha Kiyohara looked around at the row of dormant Urns beside him, and couldn't help but speak, his voice soft and tired.
Each Urn represented a completely different, violent timeline where Kiyohara had accepted a legacy.
"You got lucky," Kiyohara noted clinically.
His survival was a mathematical snowball effect. As long as he survived the highly vulnerable initial periods of the war, his baseline strength could compound and grow exponentially, just like a rolling snowball. Apart from certain apocalyptic, pre-destined plot points, his statistical probability of long-term survival was actually currently quite high.
"Are you... a version of myself who was born directly into the Uchiha Clan?" Kiyohara asked tentatively, analyzing the ghost.
"That is correct," the spirit of Uchiha Kiyohara nodded slowly. "Yet... even though I possessed the absolute power of the Sharingan... I completely failed to save the one person I desperately wanted to save."
Uchiha Kiyohara's voice carried a suffocating tone of absolute, crushing regret.
"Who exactly did you want to save?" Kiyohara asked.
"Not a major, historically significant character that appears in your canon knowledge. Just an ordinary, beautiful civilian," Uchiha Kiyohara sighed heavily.
He had been born into the Uchiha—the fabled Clan of Love.
That was the darkest irony of the ninja world. The Uchiha Clan was actually biologically and psychologically far more compassionate and deeply loving than the Senju Clan. It was just that their overly abundant, volatile emotions inevitably led to a catastrophic loss of control in their hearts, pushing their psychology toward violent extremes when traumatized.
After becoming an Uchiha in his timeline, he was inevitably, genetically influenced by these overwhelming, toxic emotions. It was a tragedy that he still failed to physically protect the one he loved.
"So... is your primary dying wish for me to physically locate and save this specific civilian in my timeline?" Kiyohara asked, calculating the logistical difficulty.
"No," Uchiha Kiyohara shook his head. "My dying wish is for you to completely master advanced Medical Ninjutsu. Only by personally possessing the absolute biological knowledge to heal others can such senseless tragedy be permanently avoided."
As he spoke, Uchiha Kiyohara's words clearly carried a deep, agonizing sense of self-hatred.
"Unfortunately, in my timeline, I simply did not possess the Yang Release chakra nature required for medical jutsu. I was born only with Lightning, Fire, and Yin Release affinities."
Hearing this exact elemental breakdown, Kiyohara's black eyes lit up with predatory excitement.
Fire Release! It was exactly the final, primary offensive chakra nature he was currently missing! And the remaining two elements would massively, permanently enhance his existing genetic talent in Lightning Release and Yin Release!
"I have already mastered Medical Ninjutsu," Kiyohara replied immediately, his voice completely flat. "Although I am not a Kage-level healer, I have successfully extracted and learned quite a bit of foundational theory from both Rin Nohara and the medical texts of Tsunade Senju."
The spirit of Uchiha Kiyohara paused for a long moment, clearly not anticipating that this timeline's version of himself had already sought out medical knowledge.
"You even managed to establish a political connection with Lady Tsunade? It seems... you are vastly more tactically capable than I ever was," Uchiha Kiyohara shook his head with a self-deprecating, wry smile.
Then, he requested a physical demonstration.
Kiyohara opened his eyes in the physical world. He scanned the bloody clearing and noticed that the final Kirigakure ANBU straggler he had gutted with the shuriken was currently barely clinging to life in the mud.
Kiyohara walked over, knelt down, and placed his palm directly against the massive, torn laceration on the ANBU's back.
He focused his chakra, and a bright, pristine green light blossomed instantly from his palm. The Mystical Palm Technique violently forced cellular mitosis, beginning to knit the ruined flesh back together.
The dying Kirigakure operative weakly fluttered his eyes open. He glanced up at Kiyohara's emotionless face, completely, utterly baffled by the boy's actions.
From the operative's fading perspective, the Konoha demon had suddenly vanished into thin air, only to abruptly reappear minutes later... to medically treat the man he had just murdered.
"See? I possess the required technique," Kiyohara stated mentally to the ghost, paying absolutely zero attention to the terrified, confused gaze of the dying operative beneath his hand.
Even with his minor medical intervention, the operative's massive internal organ failure meant that his biological death was still a one hundred percent mathematical certainty. Kiyohara was solely performing localized, superficial tissue healing for the demonstration.
"Hmm... let me observe the chakra flow," Uchiha Kiyohara leaned forward in the mental space, verifying the precision of Kiyohara's medical jutsu.
A moment later, the ghost nodded in genuine satisfaction.
"...You are not lying. You possess excellent, stable control over Medical Ninjutsu. Very well. I officially consider the first dying wish fulfilled."
With that simple declaration, a massive, glowing ball of pure genetic light emerged violently from Uchiha Kiyohara's spiritual body.
Seeing this, Kiyohara felt a rare, intense spike of genuine joy in his cold heart.
As the vast array of abilities and mutations he mastered became more and more comprehensive, the statistical situations where he could directly "meet the conditions" and instantly complete a ghost's dying wish upon triggering it would become increasingly common. This compounding effect would undoubtedly, massively accelerate the speed at which he harvested and integrated future legacies.
While the ball of genetic light was still hovering in the mental space, Uchiha Kiyohara's expression suddenly turned unimaginably dark and hateful.
"My second dying wish... is for you to absolutely, completely defeat Itachi Uchiha! That psychopathic traitor who slaughtered his own bloodline and betrayed his entire clan!"
This specific, violent dying wish made Kiyohara's gaze sharpen instantly.
Itachi Uchiha... As expected, the tragic, bloody future of the Uchiha Clan was geographically impossible to separate from this core figure of genocide.
After all, Kiyohara noted clinically, even during the apocalyptic Fourth Ninja War, not a single, solitary member of the Uchiha Clan (besides Madara and Itachi) was resurrected by Kabuto's Edo Tensei.
Logically speaking, with so many random, militarily insignificant people being revived across the Ninja World to serve as shock troops, there was absolutely no strategic reason not to revive an entire army of elite Uchiha shinobi.
However, it was an undeniable canonical fact that no other Uchiha Clan ninja were revived.
If all the slaughtered clan members had been revived, a resurrected Itachi would have likely been violently ambushed and torn apart by his own enraged family before he ever had the chance to meet Sasuke. The collective, screaming accusations of men, women, and children would be a psychological weight that even Itachi's sociopathy couldn't physically bear.
Fugaku Uchiha had unilaterally, delusionally approved of his son's genocidal actions. He was a deeply incompetent, weak clan head, but that absolutely didn't mean the hundreds of other slaughtered clan members would be as submissive and magnanimous as him.
They also had completely normal civilian lives, normal families—fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, pregnant wives...
It was an unforgivable tragedy that absolutely all of that civilian potential was brutally eradicated by Itachi Uchiha in a single night.
"No problem. I will definitively, permanently complete this objective," Kiyohara nodded, his voice cold and absolute.
Defeating Itachi Uchiha at this specific point in the timeline wasn't particularly difficult.
How old was Itachi currently? A toddler? A young child in the Academy?
After returning to Konoha, Kiyohara just needed to engineer a flawless political excuse to initiate a "friendly, educational" one-on-one spar with the Uchiha heir and publicly humiliate him.
"Good," Uchiha Kiyohara's ghost finally looked entirely relieved.
If this pragmatic, future version of himself had coldly refused to accept the second dying wish, there was absolutely nothing the ghost could do.
The next millisecond, the hovering ball of genetic light shot forward, violently burying itself deep into Kiyohara's spiritual core.
BOOM!
It physically felt exactly as if a massive, structural dam had violently shattered deep within the center of his brain.
Kiyohara physically staggered against the boulder. He felt a sudden, intense burning agony and a deep, agonizing soreness completely overwhelm his optic nerves, followed instantly by an unprecedented, terrifying level of sensory clarity.
When he slowly opened his eyes again... the entire physical world was fundamentally different.
It wasn't simply that the optical colors became more vibrant. The absolute speed of neurological information influx and the microscopic presentation of visual details had undergone a complete, terrifying qualitative evolution.
He looked around. The microscopic, millimeter tremor of a distant oak leaf in the wind... its aerodynamic trajectory was flawlessly, clearly discernible. His brain could even mathematically calculate and estimate the exact amplitude of its next physical sway before the wind even hit it.
The microscopic, jagged textures on the surface of a rock ten meters away... the biological movement of a tiny insect's limbs crawling in a dark crevice... it all appeared before his eyes exactly as if reality had been artificially slowed down and perfectly focused. The chaotic, random motion of individual dust particles floating in the twilight air was also completely, undeniably visible.
But more importantly... was his absolute dynamic vision.
If he were to fight the Kirigakure ANBU unit again right now, their "blindingly fast" hand seals and the velocity of their Water Release ninjutsu would appear laughably slow, full of glaring openings and entirely predictable trajectories.
The entire world's visual processing quality seemed to have violently switched from a blurry "360p" resolution to a flawless "4K Ultra-HD" mode, making Kiyohara's perception of reality terrifyingly clear.
At the exact same time, the total, maximum volume of chakra within his physical coils spiked significantly once more. His entire chakra network system felt as if it had been forcefully widened and lubricated, operating smoothly with absolutely zero internal resistance.
His central nervous system felt as if it had been biologically reforged in steel, and the microscopic latency between his brain's command and his muscle's execution became functionally zero.
"Is this... the power of the Sharingan?" Kiyohara murmured to himself, deeply analyzing the strange, omniscient perspective brought by the single, blood-red tomoe slowly rotating in his pupils.
He didn't deactivate the Dojutsu immediately. Instead, he stood perfectly still, allowing his brain to permanently adapt to this massive influx of visual data.
It felt exactly like a child learning to walk for the first time, or ancient humans discovering the concept of fire. Kiyohara physically felt better right now than he ever had in his entire life.
"I wonder how many tomoe successfully manifested," Kiyohara raised his hand, picking up a blood-stained kunai, and used its polished metal surface as a mirror.
A single, distinct black tomoe was clearly visible, flowing and rotating continuously within the blood-red sea of his iris.
"A single tomoe, huh? It seems I am required to complete the second dying wish (defeating Itachi) to permanently unlock the full, mature inheritance," Kiyohara thought to himself, completely unbothered.
However, even with just a single tomoe active, the mutation provided a massive, catastrophic enhancement to his baseline combat abilities for the time being.
His previous, minor biological shortcomings regarding Genjutsu casting were once again violently eliminated. Moreover, his terrifyingly enhanced dynamic vision would allow Kiyohara to deploy his magnetic levitation and Body Flicker at even faster, more reckless supersonic speeds without losing his bearings. Deploying long-range ninjutsu (like his Electromagnetic Cannon) would also possess flawless, microscopic targeting precision.
It could confidently be stated that the biological upgrade this time was absolutely comprehensive.
'If I were to theoretically isolate and acquire a pure Senju bloodline sample... could I force my biology to directly, spontaneously awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan without suffering psychological trauma?' Kiyohara thought to himself, his mind calculating variables.
In the canon timeline, Obito was able to rely on his integrated "Hashirama cells" to essentially achieve a biological effect identical to the "Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan" using only an ordinary Mangekyō. He unconditionally spammed his Kamui space-time jutsu for over a decade without the slightest fear of going blind.
Meanwhile, Kakashi, after deploying Kamui just a handful of times, routinely suffered agonizing hemorrhagic bleeding and complained that he was rapidly going permanently blind.
The absolute, fundamental biological difference between the two men's ocular degradation was the presence of the regenerating "Hashirama cells."
'A project for the future. But for now... I still need to go find Kakashi and finish the mission,' Kiyohara concluded pragmatically.
Squelch.
He casually, effortlessly stabbed his sword directly downward, piercing the dying Kirigakure ANBU's heart to end his suffering.
The Kirigakure ANBU's eyes widened in absolute betrayal. What the hell was the point of medically saving him, only to immediately execute him?!
Unfortunately, he no longer possessed the biological function to ask Kiyohara the question, and died instantly.
After ensuring the operative was completely dead, Kiyohara quickly body-flickered forward toward the northeast coordinates.
Along the high-speed journey through the canopy, he continuously kept the Sharingan active, allowing his brain to permanently adapt to the power of the red eyes.
'My newly expanded chakra reserves are easily, effortlessly sufficient to sustain the active drain of the Sharingan,' Kiyohara noted with deep satisfaction. He traveled at supersonic speeds while keeping the Dojutsu fully active, completely lacking the agonizing feeling of rapid exhaustion that non-Uchiha (like Kakashi) inevitably experienced.
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