After catching up with his breath, Ryota finally tried standing up.
Currently not only was he missing an arm but there were also hundreds of injuries because of the torture he endured, then there were so many burns. The injuries are so severe that he could hardly be considered alive anymore.
Even if he was an elite Jonin, he couldn't have endured such a treatment, but even if he couldn't bear it, he chose to, in fact, he forced himself to bear it!
Forcing himself to squat halfway in front of Yama's corpse, Ryota reached out his hand to remove that black mask that covered the face of the other person.
As soon as the mask was removed and the face under it was revealed, Ryota's expression shrank, "Huh, it… it turns out to be Shisui's colleague from the Anbu… what was his name… Kuroto? Hyuga Kuroto?... Hahahahaha… Hyuga Kuroto, you may have died but don't think that it's over yet, I will make sure to repay this hatred with hundred percent interest!"
Ryota's gaze now fell on the unusually sharp sword that laid in Kuroto's hand, "This is a good sword, not something a corpse would ever need!"
After having killed Yama and confirming his true identity, there is only one objective in Ryota's mind, which is to find his brother's Sharingan as soon as possible and leave here, before anyone else finds him.
With that thought, Ryota stood up and dragged his exhausted body, staggering out of the prison cell where he was held captured, he came outside the cell.
From beginning to end, Ryota didn't even glance at his arm that was burning along with Hyuga Kuroto's corpse.
Following the dark stone passage, Ryota finally arrived at a room that was lit with candlelight.
There were some tables, chairs along with few benches, several books including other study materials. From the furnishings alone, it wasn't hard to judge that this room was a study room.
When he arrived at the central desk, Ryota's gaze landed on the two notebooks that had familiar characters on their cover page.
[Uchiha Hideki]
[Uchiha Ryota]
With a gloomy mood, Ryota opened the notebook titled with his name.
The notebook recorded every detail of the hell he experienced here, all the stimulus tests, torture performed by Hyuga Kuroto on him and his brother along with some personal comments, speculations, and results were all explained in great detail.
Looking at the notebook that described the Uchiha as nothing more than lab rats, being tested and played, Ryota felt boundless rage within him.
Whiiish… Whiiish… Whiiish…
Driven by his uncontrollable rage, Ryota drew the short sword with his only hand and shredded both the notebooks into thousands of small pieces, and that wasn't the end as he smashed the desks, chairs and destroyed the entire study!
Panting heavily, Ryota muttered, "These bastards were really after the Mangekyou Sharingan as I thought, no wonder they did not kill me and made me go through such torture, it turns out that what they were after was not the Sharingan, but the Mangekyou Sharingan!"
Ryota's guess was finally proven correct, although he faintly guessed their objective, there were still some doubts; even as an Uchiha, Ryota does not have much knowledge of the Mangekyou Sharingan, so he wasn't sure if that was really the case, but now that he read everything about this so-called, [Project Mangekyou Sharingan], he was sure.
'Hideki-nii-san, I swear to you, I will find out each and every person involved with such tests and kill them with my own hand, I will avenge your death and make sure that you are brought to justice!' – taking this oath in his heart, Ryota left the room.
Ryota was already aware that with the condition he has, it is a miracle that he is alive, so he has to leave here as soon as possible and search for a shelter to recover his wounds, but Ryota couldn't convince himself to leave unless he finds his brother's Sharingan.
As such, Ryota continued staggering along the dark stone passages, his steps were heavy yet firm.
After walking for a few minutes, Ryota finally arrived at the end of the passage and noticed the door engraved with the 'gunbai-uchiwa,' that is Uchiha Clan's crest.
'Why is 'gunbai-uchiwa' engraved on the door?' – Ryota was confused, and thought, 'Could this be a secret house where these bastards store the Sharingan stolen from the Uchiha shinobi?'
Understanding this, Ryota's speed subconsciously increased, his heart was beating furiously and he soon arrived at the front of the gate from which a beam of candlelight was leaking through a small crack illuminating the Uchiha Clan's crest.
Just as he was about to push the door open, Ryota suddenly took a step backward and drew out the short sword.
Ryota may have been only a few steps away from death, but he has to be cautious, who knows what kind of sickening thing was awaiting inside the room.
After mentally preparing himself, Ryota approached the door open and put his ear against the wall, he was able to hear the sound of mellow breathing and calm heartbeat on the other side of the room.
This undoubtedly means that someone is inside the room, and for some reason, Ryota seems to be getting a familiar feeling from that person, however, this familiarity was also mixed with some indifference and coldness which made him feel a little strange.
After a bit of hesitation, Ryota calmed himself, kicked open the door, and rushed inside.
As soon as he entered; the lights in the room were suddenly lit, which was contrasting to the gloomy dark passage he saw in up to now. And even with his Sharingan that has not seen the daylight for the past 2 months, he was overwhelmed and uncomfortable, he was forced to lift his only hand and put it before his eyes to cover them.
At this time, a cold and indifferent voice sounded in the room, "My dear Ryota, you were able to make it here, as expected of my brother, you didn't disappoint me!"
Ryota couldn't see the source of the voice, but he didn't need to, he is too familiar with this voice, for this reason, he can't help but be extremely shocked, and stuttered, "Nii… Nii… Nii-san?!"
In the sudden shock and surprise, Ryota removed his hands regardless of much his eyes will be damaged, he didn't care, all he has to see now is his brother. Looking around, Ryota could vaguely make out a throne-like stone chair, with its high back facing towards him. The voice he heard just now seems to have come from the chair.
While Ryota tried to adapt to the strong light, the high-back chair turned around.
Looking at the person sitting on the high-back chair, Ryota's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sword held in his hand was also dropped on the ground because of shock.
Ryota simply can't believe it!
It's because the person sitting on the throne-like chair is none other than his elder brother, Uchiha Hideki.
Ryota saw that Hideki was wearing the eye-catching Homusubi black cloak of Amatsukami, with the Homusubi mask resting at the hand-rest on the chair he sat on, and he had a sly look on his face as if everything was happening just as he planned.
Realizing what this means, Ryots barely choked out the words, "Why!?"
His voice was so low, it seemed as if he wasn't asking this question from Hideki, but his own soul!
Hideki chuckled, "My stupid otouto, don't you understand it already!?"
Ryota's face was down, his messy hair hanging over his head, covering his eyes, he spoke, "I am asking you, why!?"
This time, his voice was louder, but the unwillingness and hesitation were clearly apparent to the listeners in the room.
Hideki smiled slightly and patiently explained, "The secret of activating the Mangekyou Sharingan is related to love and hate, I know you love me, although I am kind of disappointed that witnessing my death was not enough for you to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan, I know you can actually do it, so I am willing to ignore that matter. You will fulfill the wish of your dearest nii-san, won't you? You will give me your Mangekyou Sharingan, right?"
Ryota suddenly shook his head and said with a cold tone, "No! You are not Hideki-nii-san, he would not do such a thing to me!"
As if in response to Ryota's question, Hideki closed his eyes and suddenly re-opened, however, this time the pupils were no longer black, but scarlet red, with three black tomoe slowly revolving in the copy-wheel…
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