Kyle blinked his left eye—the very one he had just gouged out and popped back in—and felt no discomfort whatsoever.
He pulled out a mirror to take a look.
The only difference from before was his left pupil, which had changed from its previous dark brownish-hazel to a blood-like scarlet color.
A small black dot occupied the center of his pupil, surrounded by a thin black ring. A single tiny black tomoe was slowly spinning along the ring.
One tomoe represented one spell.
For an ordinary wizard's physical constitution, engraving a single spell onto their eyeball was already the limit.
Thanks to years of Lightning Release body forging, Kyle estimated that with the strength of his eyeballs, he could engrave two more spells, which would bring him to the level of a three-tomoe Sharingan.
Two eyeballs meant a total of six slots.
Excluding the two spells he had engraved into his eyes tonight to form Susanoo, he still had four empty slots for dōjutsu.
For now, he hadn't decided what kind of dōjutsu to engrave into the remaining four slots. Once a dōjutsu was set, it couldn't be changed unless he replaced the entire eyeball.
Therefore, Kyle had to consider it very carefully.
Tonight, he only intended to engrave Susanoo into his eyes.
The spell he had engraved into his left eye was Protego Horribilis. The barrier formed by this spell would primarily be used to construct Susanoo's skeletal framework.
Kyle had mastered this advanced version of the Shield Charm shortly after the summer break before his third year began.
However, due to the extreme difficulty of casting it, just shaping it into anything other than a spherical protective shield required a massive amount of his mental focus.
Not to mention dividing his focus to cast it wandlessly while simultaneously combining it with the Patronus Charm to form an even more powerful Susanoo.
So up until now, he had to make do with just the regular Shield Charm.
But this problem wasn't without a solution.
As long as he recorded Protego Horribilis in his eyeball in the form of a dōjutsu, the casting difficulty would be drastically reduced.
At the same time, if he stored the Patronus Charm—which formed the flesh and blood of Susanoo—in his right eye as a dōjutsu, Kyle would be able to cast both spells simultaneously with a single thought.
Without needing to divide his attention to maintain the spells, the difficulty of reshaping them to form Susanoo would also plummet.
The only issue with doing this was that the consumption of magic power might be a bit high.
Kyle estimated that after replacing Protego with Protego Horribilis, he could fight at full power for a maximum of three minutes using the second-stage, half-body form of Susanoo.
Pretty much like Ultraman.
If it were the third or even fourth stage, it would be fine for clearing out minor mobs like Dementors, but fighting at full power would be practically impossible.
Furthermore, this fourth-stage Susanoo couldn't reach a height of over two hundred meters like Madara's.
At most, it would be a tenth of that size.
If Kyle wanted to develop a two- to three-hundred-meter-tall Perfect Susanoo, he would need to find a reliable source of magic power similar to a Tailed Beast to act as his personal power bank.
There were no Tailed Beasts in the wizarding world, but there were similar substitutes.
The best choice would undoubtedly be—an Obscurus.
However, an Obscurial hadn't appeared in the wizarding world for a very long time.
The last known Obscurial was Kyle's relative, Credence Barebone.
Or rather, Aurelius Dumbledore.
After blocking the sensation of pain once again, Kyle continued to use his magic power to condense a blade within his body, and then repeated the same operation on his right eye that he had just performed on his left.
Click.
Once his right eye, which had likewise turned into a one-tomoe Sharingan, was popped back in, this procedure was finally complete.
Leaning against the desk, Dumbledore let out a weary sigh. "If possible, please don't dismantle your own body parts like that next time."
"Don't worry, don't worry, Dad," Kyle replied casually as he examined his brand-new eyes in the mirror. "At most, I'll only have to take them out two more times."
Hearing Kyle's words, Dumbledore's cheek twitched; he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat out of sheer stress.
"If you end up causing yourself permanent damage from all this messing around, don't blame me for not warning you."
This brat was simply too good at causing trouble.
If he could gouge out his eyes today, he would dare to slice off his nose tomorrow.
Dumbledore was genuinely terrified that this brat would show up in front of him tomorrow looking like a noseless freak, whip out his wand, and fire off a—"Avada Kedavra!"
And after that, Hagrid would be cradling his corpse in overwhelming grief, following closely behind the young Dark Lord.
"Dumbledore was my dad!"
No, wait, it would be—
"Dumbledore is dead! Ehehehe... Now, you should put your faces on me..." [Translator's Note: This is a nod to a famous Chinese bootleg subtitle fail from Deathly Hallows Part 2, where Voldemort's line "put your faith in me" was hilariously mistranslated as "put your face on me."]
What a total mess of a thought.
Albus "so exhausted, wishes he didn't have this son" Dumbledore stopped his wildly straying imagination and went back to silently acting as a protective tool for his son.
Noticing the gaze from behind, Kyle turned around and immediately saw the complex expression on Dumbledore's face. He curled his lips disdainfully.
He could figure out what Dumbledore was thinking with his toes.
"You're just worried that I'll use Dark Magic transformation on myself."
Putting away the mirror, Kyle shook his head. "You really don't need to worry about that."
"While Dark Magic transformation can bring me great power, it would also ruin my good looks."
Kyle pointed to his handsome face. "If your strength is lacking, you can improve it through other methods, but if your looks are gone, you can never get that handsomeness back."
Dumbledore listened to his son's narcissistic speech with a deadpan expression.
But he had to admit, given Kyle's personality, he really didn't need to worry about such a thing happening.
Back when he was acting as a sparring partner for his son, he already knew this boy was the type who would rather lose his head than mess up his hair.
"Fair enough," Dumbledore said, glancing at the crescent moon hanging high outside the window as he gave a polite dismissal. "It's getting late. Go on back."
The next morning.
In the Great Hall, the twin brothers darted over from their own house table, staring at Kyle's scarlet pupils with faces full of wonder.
It wasn't just those two idiots either; even Cedric, who had been all lovey-dovey with Cho Chang over at the Ravenclaw table, wandered over.
"What happened to your eyes?"
"Do you have pinkeye?"
The twins spoke one after the other.
Kyle's red eyes instantly rolled into a white-eyed glare. "You two are the ones with pinkeye."
He disdainfully brushed away the twins' hands from his shoulders. "Are you two itching for a beating? Want to go outside and spar in a bit?"
Pointing to his Sharingan, the curve of Kyle's lips turned utterly chilling.
"I guarantee that without moving a single step from start to finish, using nothing but these eyes of mine, I can grind both of you into the dirt."
George and Fred stared at Kyle's scarlet pupils for a full three seconds.
"Never mind then."
"Last time, after Cedric developed the White Rage Jutsu,"
"he went to fight you full of confidence."
"Only for you to use that spell called Susanoo."
"And without moving a single step, you wiped the floor with him too."
Shrugging their shoulders in perfect synchronization, the brothers added, "We're not about to go looking for trouble."
Having his dark history exposed, Cedric's face instantly darkened.
The principle behind the White Rage Jutsu wasn't overly complex; it emitted a blinding light and exploded, causing the air in a certain surrounding area to constantly vibrate.
This would make the target feel as though all the bones in their body were grating against each other, even causing their body to go numb and render them unable to move.
And after Cedric fused with the Hydra bloodline, his serpentine physique allowed him to mitigate the negative effects of the vibrations on himself.
That was exactly where his confidence to pick a fight with Kyle came from.
Except he had overlooked the fact that Kyle was the one who told him the principle behind this jutsu in the first place.
Furthermore, his White Rage Jutsu wasn't the original Sage Art after all, so it couldn't inflict any impact on Kyle, who was safely hidden inside Susanoo.
Consequently, tragedy struck; Kyle gave him a thorough "Ora-Ora" pummeling, and he went down without a fight.
Kyle looked a bit disappointed that he hadn't successfully tricked the Weasley twins into volunteering for a beating.
He proactively changed the subject. "How is your giant mecha coming along?"
Mechas are forever a man's romance, and even Cedric was no exception; he was quite curious about it too.
"Don't bring it up. We found out that thing is just a sitting duck."
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