It was a red eye with three black dots on it.
"What's this now?" Maki muttered as he instantly read the description.
The Sharingan (Copy Wheel Eye) is a legendary ocular power (Dōjutsu) from the Naruto universe, belonging to the Uchiha Clan.
The Sharingan transforms the user's eyes from their natural color into a distinct, supernatural appearance.
Color: The iris turns bright blood-red.
The Pupils: The black pupil remains in the center, surrounded by small, black, comma-shaped marks called Tomoe.
The Evolution: The number of Tomoe indicates the eye's power level.
• One Tomoe: Newly awakened; basic motion sensing.
• Two Tomoe: Advanced tracking and copying.
• Three Tomoe: The "complete" standard Sharingan; full predictive power.
Core Abilities (Explanation):
Hyper-Perception: The user can perceive the world in slow motion. They can read lips, track high-speed movents, and predict an opponent's next move based on the slightest muscle twitch.
Copying: The user can instantly morize and replicate any movent, martial arts style, or elental technique (Ninjutsu) they see.
"Wow… now this is really sothing worth drawing for," Maki said. "Eyes that can learn anything just by seeing it. That's a really good draw."
The little girl spoke again. "Hmpf, what do you know? That's just the tip of the iceberg. It can do a lot more."
"What do you an?" Maki asked.
The little girl turned away. "Not telling you," she said. "I'm not spoiling."
Maki watched her turn around, then brought his attention back to the panel. Without hesitation, he pressed integrate.
Just like before, the card shrank into a black orb and sank into his forehead. This ti, the burning sensation struck his eyes directly, making him dizzy. As the dizziness washed over him, he heard the little girl's voice.
"Oh, I think you've done your draw."
"Okay then, bye."
"Bye."
"I'll drop you now. The JJK just updated, and I'm not missing Itadori's new powers."
After she said those words, she really dropped Maki from high above—sowhere in the sky. He was falling. Literally dropped.
"Baaaaaaaang!"
That was how he landed on Nemuri's car.
Maki wanted more answers. There were so many confusing things, and he needed explanations. But instead, he had been dropped into a world he had no idea about.
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After that, Maki was taken care of by Nemuri.
The reason he didn't want to be enrolled in any schools was because he didn't want to affect the world's course or plot. He had no idea what kind of changes his existence alone could bring to this world.
But after eting Nemuri and living together with her, he noticed sothing strange—he was gaining points. This made him question himself. Just what was he doing that caused this world to be affected so much? His gaze often fell on Nemuri, and one thought kept coming to his mind. Maybe Nemuri wasn't just so random woman. Maybe she was part of sothing greater in this world.
That was what he was thinking.
Still, he wasn't truly scared of the plot or course being affected. What really troubled his mind was his purpose and what he should be doing.
In his past life, he had just been a random guy living in Greenland, on the southwest coast of Disko Bay—the "Iceberg Coast." Further north along the west coast were the most famous sea-living towns, including the town of Ilulissat.
He grew up learning the ways of sea living, where all his attention was focused on the ocean. It was rare for him to even watch movies, and he had never really watched ani before. They did have connections, but when you grow up there, investing ti in things like watching shows is considered a waste. You could simply go to the sea and look for your dinner instead.
Maki was thinking too much about everything happening in his new life. And he was still looking for the right answer.
What he didn't know yet was that this world wasn't as simple as heroes and villains playing hide and seek.
He also didn't know that a little girl was playing sothing fun—just for Maki.
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But he didn't think much about it. He was now back in his teen years.
Maki was twenty-one years old when he died, due to an embarrassing incident. He didn't know why, but when he woke up, the little girl was mumbling sothing he couldn't really understand.
Then he heard her say that she would be giving Maki another chance at life—but in a different world, not his own.
Of course, Maki wasn't excited about it, because he didn't even know what she was talking about.
And yet, that was how he ended up here.
He spent his ti helping around the house and taking care of Nemuri, who was always coming ho late. When Nemuri wasn't present, he would search the internet. In his past life, the internet wasn't really a problem—he could browse freely, and he had even used it to download music he liked, though it had never been his main focus.
Because of that, accessing things like this was easy for soone like him.
He started watching videos of different martial arts, and while watching them, he used his Sharingan.
When he first activated it, it gave him headaches and dizziness, and he could feel his stamina draining rapidly. But over the years, he grew accustod to it. Eventually, through one of his draws, his stamina received a major boost—he obtained a physique card.
It was Hashirama Senju (The First Hokage).
The Genetic Gift: As the reincarnation of Asura Ōtsutsuki, his body possessed god-tier vitality. His muscle recovery was so fast that he didn't even need to weave hand signs to heal wounds—his cells simply regenerated instantly.
He didn't fully understand it, but when he received Hashirama's physique, it felt like he could do anything. His stamina and energy never seed to run low.
Thanks to this, he could use his Sharingan nonstop. He used it to morize the patterns and movents of martial artists, watching everything as if it were in slow motion. One martial art impressed him so much that he began practicing it every day.
It was called.
Capoeira (The Dance of War)
Origin: Brazil, created by enslaved Africans.
The Beauty: It was perford to the rhythm of music, guided by the berimbau. It involved acrobatic flips, cartwheels, and ginga—a flowing, dance-like footwork.
The Lethality: Capoeira used centrifugal force. By spinning the body, a practitioner could deliver a kick with the force of a sledgehamr. Because the "dance" was unpredictable, an opponent never knew whether a move was a harmless flip or a decapitating strike.
Maki beca deeply absorbed in it. When he swung his body, the music seed to sway with him as well. He felt like he was dancing while fighting, and the sensation was incredibly satisfying.
Ever since that day, he never stopped practicing it. Sotis, he even added his own ideas into the movents.
But the biggest thing he had done so far was trying to reproduce the music he loved from his old world.
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