He sat at the island, meditating. His eyes could hardly see clearly 10 feet in front of him. No conjured medical jutsu would work on his eyes. This was the curse of the Mangekyou Sharingan it seemed. The worse part way, being Hayabusa now, he knew Shadow would have no problem killing a sibling for power with no problem.
“Eliot…”
“Yes?”
“Firstly, upon the terms of our organization… I want you to be my first hand. And, with that being said, during my alter ego’s rein… you will be in charge. Is that ok?”
“Indeed…”
“Secondly… regarding the research on my father… do all of the research. I don’t want Shadow to go killing off a sibling who is actually making change in this world… is that clear?”
“Understood…”
“Thank you…” he said, as he continued to meditate.
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