"What's with you, you weird guy? Why are you suddenly looking for my sister?"
Although Hanabi's talent surpassed Hinata's and her strength outmatched her sister's, she adored Hinata deeply. No one, absolutely no one, could harm her sister.
"I'm Hinata's classmate. Classmates are friends, and friends are comrades. What's wrong with me coming to see Hinata?"
"Besides, I don't have any bad intentions. I just want to grab a simple meal with her. It's been a while, after all."
Sakura Haruno spoke as she playfully ruffled Hanabi's head.
"You wicked woman! My sister would never go with you!"
Hanabi struggled to break free from Sakura's grasp, but no matter how she twisted, she couldn't escape. The other girl always managed to keep a firm hand on her head.
"Sakura…"
Seeing her little sister being teased, Hinata hesitated, her words catching in her throat.
But then she remembered the tasks her father had assigned her. Hinata was tempted to decline Sakura's invitation.
After all, she still had flower arranging and etiquette practice scheduled for the evening.
"Sakura, I…"
"Naruto's coming too."
"I'll definitely be there."
Hanabi stared, dumbfounded, as her sister—who had been on the verge of politely refusing this pink-haired menace—immediately changed her mind.
Unacceptable!
Why would her sister agree?!
There was so little time in the evening, the only chance for Hanabi to have her sister all to herself.
Who was this Naruto guy?!
How could he make her sister flip her decision in an instant?!
Hanabi clenched her teeth in frustration, her silver molars grinding.
Could it be… her sister liked this Naruto guy?!
Fine, fine, fine! This Naruto must be some blond jerk!
As long as Hyuga Hanabi was around, that Naruto creep wouldn't set foot in the Hyuga household!
She'd glare him to death with her Byakugan!
Evening
Uchiha Residence
After a full day of solitary training, Sasuke was utterly exhausted. Yet, no matter how much his body ached, the pain couldn't drown out the radical thoughts gnawing at his heart.
Fresh from a bath, shirtless, Sasuke stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes fixed on the seven-pointed kaleidoscope pattern in his pupils.
A dark, oppressive aura seemed to radiate from his gaze.
Sakura had spent the night at Naruto's place yesterday.
What had happened there, Sasuke didn't know.
But he couldn't stop his mind from spiraling into chaotic thoughts.
Why?
Why?
Why was Sakura at Naruto's?
Sasuke clutched his head, his reflection in the mirror—eerily reminiscent of Uchiha Itachi—morphing in his eyes into someone else…
"My foolish little…"
Bang!
With a single punch, the mirror shattered, shards clattering to the floor.
Sasuke panted heavily, his hand, cut by the glass, dripping with vivid red blood.
Staring at that familiar crimson hue, Sasuke gritted his teeth.
Even after seven years, he couldn't forget that nightmarish evening!
Uchiha Sasuke, what are you doing?!
Have you forgotten the vengeance for your father's murder, your mother's murder, the annihilation of your clan?!
To let something as trivial as this throw your mind into disarray?!
Now that you possess the same eyes as Uchiha Itachi, how could you let such a petty matter disturb your resolve?!
Your parents would be utterly disappointed in you!
Sasuke's heart roared with fury, but he couldn't stop—couldn't control the chaotic storm in his mind.
He clenched his teeth, staring at the countless mirror fragments scattered on the floor, each reflecting his image. In every shard, a boy with Kaleidoscope Sharingan stared back.
Under the weight of his psyche, each reflection morphed into Uchiha Itachi, mocking him, laughing wildly, reveling in his torment!
Uchiha Itachi…
Uchiha Itachi!
Uchiha Itachi!!
I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!!
I'll kill you!!!
Sasuke's face was pale, his expression crazed, the seven-pointed kaleidoscope in his eyes faintly emanating an ominous power…
Blue-white lightning crackled in his hand—Chidori—poised to obliterate the mocking visage of Uchiha Itachi!
But just as he was about to strike, Sasuke froze.
The Chidori, inches from the mirror shards on the floor, halted in midair before vanishing entirely.
What… what's happening to me?
What am I doing?
In that moment, Sasuke snapped back to reality.
Looking at his reflection in the scattered fragments, he saw his left eye's Kaleidoscope Sharingan slowly spinning.
A sinister, malevolent power coursed through his entire body!
This… this is… I've been influenced by these eyes?!
Sasuke suddenly understood.
At the same time, the power of his left eye's technique became clear to him.
Omi no Mikoto.
Every action has its successes and failures, its smooth paths and obstacles.
His left eye embodied Omi no Mikoto—the power of unimpeded success.
It guided his choices or goals step-by-step toward triumph.
His right eye's technique, however, was Douten Hanmyou.
It steered his opponent's actions toward failure or distortion.
Earlier today, when he saw Sakura leaving Naruto's place, Douten Hanmyou had been unwittingly triggered. Without a clear target, the negative technique latched onto Sasuke himself.
But at the critical moment, Omi no Mikoto activated, neutralizing Douten Hanmyou.
Sasuke gasped, staring at his reflection in the mirror shards, quickly grasping the nature of his two techniques.
A luck buff and a misfortune debuff.
Sasuke's comprehension was sharp, and he immediately understood his abilities.
The Sharingan was a mirror of the heart, and the Kaleidoscope's powers awakened based on the user's state of mind at that moment, manifesting unique abilities.
When Uchiha Obito witnessed Nohara Rin's death, he saw the world as a hell and sought escape, awakening Kamui, a power that rendered him untouchable.
Uchiha Shisui, hoping to reconcile his clan and Konoha's leadership, awakened Kotoamatsukami, a technique to alter others' minds.
At the moment Sasuke awakened his Kaleidoscope, his heart held a singular desire.
Don't die. Don't let Sakura die.
He had to save her.
Thus, Omi no Mikoto—the power to achieve anything—was born. His other technique, Douten Hanmyou, arose from the twisted release of his hatred at that moment. In the face of Sakura's life-or-death crisis, vengeance meant nothing.
Thus, Douten Hanmyou was born, perfectly countered by Omi no Mikoto.
Sasuke stared at the mess on the floor, a chill of fear running through him.
If not for his left eye's technique, he might have been the first Uchiha driven mad by the Kaleidoscope.
Looking at his hands, Sasuke felt a surge of relief, followed by unparalleled exhilaration.
Luck and misfortune.
Seemingly simple abilities, yet Sasuke quickly recognized their terrifying potential.
Bestow luck upon himself, cast misfortune upon others. The interplay would ensure anyone's downfall!
He might not even need to grant himself luck—his opponent could trip over a rock while charging with a decisive ninjutsu, wasting their attack.
And with luck on his side, Sasuke could stand still with a blade, and a stumbling enemy wouldn't just fall but impale themselves on his weapon!
Uchiha Itachi!
This time, I'll win!
Sasuke began cleaning the debris, his heart roiling with emotion.
Just then, a knock came at his door.
"Sasuke, you home?"
"We're here to grab dinner with you!"
Naruto's voice rang out from outside, and from the sound of it, he wasn't alone.
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