Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 103 Call Me Pharmacist or Doctor, The Strange Uchiha Boy (Seeking Monthly Tickets!!)

When Uchiha Yomo entered the shelter, he had only one impression of the scene before him.

Tragic! Bizarre!

"Ah! Ahhh!"

"No! Don't come any closer!!"

Uchiha Yomo walked stiffly down the corridor, accompanied by piercing screams from both sides.

No, perhaps it was more like a wailing sound filled with fear.

Countless beds were lined up on both sides of the corridor, and on each bed was a person tightly bound by straps, struggling frantically with a distorted and ferocious expression due to fear.

The feeling that Uchiha Yomo had was like a struggling, howling, and screaming demon crawling out of the abyss, trying to grab his body.

The screams filled with fear and despair only made people feel cold and nauseous.

"What, what's going on..."

Looking at the dozen or so Uchiha clansmen bound to the bed, their faces twisted and ferocious, Uchiha Yomo gritted his teeth and said, "Now I understand how that old woman Mito lost control."

As far as he knew, everyone present had inhaled some of the poisonous gas, but they still didn't know the mechanism behind it.

To prevent those poisoned from harming themselves out of fear, they can only be temporarily confined to their beds.

"Chieftain!"

A Uchiha ninja rushed over in a panic, his face filled with disbelief. He leaned close to Uchiha Yoru's ear and said in horror, "A clansman who absorbed a very small amount of poison has awakened! But..."

"One of them, who wasn't particularly gifted, inexplicably opened his eye, while the other awakened the second tomoe, making his eye power even stronger!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Yomo's eyes widened suddenly, and a jumble of thoughts raced through his mind.

He quickly figured out the principle behind the Uchiha's awakening of the Sharingan.

Everyone in Konoha knows that awakening the Sharingan is far more difficult than awakening the Byakugan.

If the Byakugan focuses more on assistance and strategy, the Sharingan represents power and strength.

The ninja world has a clear opinion on the Sharingan: when encountering a Sharingan ninja from the Uchiha clan, they will definitely flee in a one-on-one fight.

This means that there is no chance of winning a one-on-one battle against a member of the Uchiha clan.

Because the awakening of the Sharingan not only means a significant enhancement of dynamic vision, but also allows the use of more powerful visual genjutsu.

In addition to the necessary talent requirements, the Uchiha clan also needs the stimulation of strong emotions to awaken their Sharingan.

When a member of the Uchiha clan loses an important love or suffers from their disappointment, a special chakra surges in their brain, acting on their meridians to cause changes in their eyes.

The stronger the emotional fluctuations, the more obvious the increase in pupil power.

That's why the Sharingan is called "the eye that reflects the soul".

"What exactly did they see? Did they become stronger because of fear?"

Uchiha Yomo muttered to himself, a hint of joy flashing across his face, but it quickly froze, his expression becoming increasingly unpredictable.

"Quickly! This matter must be kept strictly confidential!"

He turned to the Uchiha ninja beside him, his expression unusually serious and his voice low, and said, "Go and record the changes in those clansmen after they awaken!"

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Meanwhile, at the innermost part of the shelter.

A black-haired boy lay on the bed, not making a fuss like the others, but just lying there quietly.

Soon, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he woke up from his long dream. He opened his eyes and stared quietly at the ceiling, two tear tracks slowly running down his cheeks.

But his face showed neither joy nor sorrow, only a thoughtful expression.

"Is it a shelter? I thought I was going to die," he muttered to himself.

His body and legs were wrapped in bandages, and the dark red blood seeping from under the bandages indicated the extent of the bleeding.

The most dangerous wound was on the left side of the neck, but it had been perfectly stitched up and protected with medicine and gauze, demonstrating a high level of medical skill.

"..."

He turned his head to look at the side of his bed, where a chair was placed, with some wrinkles and a faint fragrance.

Just then, a figure walked straight over.

"Are you awake? Or...?"

The woman sat on a chair beside the boy's bed, her legs slightly crossed, placing a thick notebook on them. She smiled at the boy and asked, "Were you woken up by a nightmare?"

The dark-haired boy glanced at her and casually asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"If you have a nightmare, your brain will release hormones," the woman said, her smile unchanged. She pointed at him and laughed, "which makes you overly alert, resulting in the state you're in."

The black-haired boy smoothly withdrew his gaze, lay quietly on the bed with no expression on his face, and asked, "What time is it now?"

"You seem to care a lot about time?"

The woman didn't seem to mind his cold attitude. She simply smiled, opened the notebook on her lap, and answered truthfully, "How were you feeling around four o'clock this afternoon?"

"..." The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, then looked at the ceiling and said calmly, "It's just a minor injury."

However, a sharp pain suddenly spread from his chest, and his usually indifferent face scrunched up in pain.

"A minor injury? Aside from your face, your stubbornness is also a bit like that of the Uchiha clan."

It turned out that the woman had reached out and poked his injured chest with her finger, and under the boy's dissatisfied gaze, she said with a half-smile, "Your liver, lungs, ribs, and legs have all suffered injuries of varying degrees."

"When they arrived, they were already bleeding internally, and even their wounds were infected and festering. You should thank me for surviving."

The black-haired boy opened his mouth, then replied expressionlessly, "Thank you."

"Oh." The woman looked somewhat surprised and laughed, "Your reaction is calmer than I expected. Aren't you afraid of dying?"

After saying that, she looked directly at the boy's face, but saw only weariness and indifference.

They floated on the dough, which was like a withered leaf, on the still, stagnant water.

"Interesting." The woman's smile deepened. "You really don't look like an Uchiha."

Humans are inherently afraid of death.

It might be because of a longing for the whole world, a reluctance to part with something or someone, or a sense of dissatisfaction with something.

But the woman saw nothing on him; it was as if she saw a corpse floating on the water, neither sinking nor falling, quiet and lifeless.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Pharmacist."

The woman placed her hands in front of her and smiled gently, saying, "If you don't mind, you can call me a pharmacist or a doctor."

Pharmacist? Physician?

What a strange guy.

"..." The boy was silent for a moment, then calmly replied, "Uchiha Shinji."

After saying that, he slightly raised his eyelids, only to meet a pair of eyes that looked as if they had seen some interesting toy.

"I'm curious," the person who called herself a "pharmacist" blinked, "someone like you can also experience fear?"

Upon hearing this, Shinji Uchiha paused for a moment, as if he had suddenly realized something, and raised his hand to touch his eyes.

He wiped the drop of warm blood from his forehead onto the corner of his eye, making his scarlet eyes, adorned with two tomoe, appear even more sinister.

"The Sharingan with two tomoe?"

The pharmacist's eyes, filled with interest, reflected the four tomoe on his face. He smiled and said, "It seems you have quite a talent."

Shinji Uchiha, however, did not feel excited. Instead, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes as he muttered, "What a nuisance."

And at that moment, behind him.

Having already checked all the Uchiha clan members, the Uchiha Yomotsu walked over here.

At the same time, in a blind spot for everyone, in the corner of the shelter's ceiling.

A pair of white eyes peeked out, looking curiously at Uchiha Shinji.

(End of this chapter)