Kurogami House – Study
Kurogami's POV
People often say that if you want to know whether someone's rich, just look at their house, their bathrooms, or sometimes their backyard. But me? I say check their study or library.
As I open the door to ours, shelves stacked with books greet me. Thinking back—before I regained my memories—I used to think this place was just okay. I figured, like everything else in the house, it was normal. But now that I remember everything and have rewatched Naruto in my past life, I realize I might've had a more privileged childhood than Asuma ever did.
Any woman I marry will never have to worry about money again!
I walk through rows of books—some detailing the history of the Five Great Nations, others about different religions and mythological figures. But the real treasure trove? The jutsu scrolls, labeled from D-rank to B-rank.
"Holy shit… did Mom or Dad rob every village of their jutsu?"
As I approach the elemental jutsu section, I examine the titles more closely. Most are fire, lightning, or earth release, with a few from the other elements scattered in between.
"Hm… I definitely have fire release. If I didn't, there's no way I would've mastered the Fireball Jutsu this early. Let's grab three fire-style jutsu I can learn now."
I head back toward the shelves, looking for ones suitable for a five-year-old.
"Let's see... Phoenix Flower Jutsu—perfect for crowd control. Dragon Fire Jutsu—awesome in early Naruto, plus it looks cool. Maybe I can figure out how to use wires like Sasuke did. And this scroll about flame manipulation and chakra control? Yeah, that seems useful."
With the scrolls in hand, I continue browsing seeing some other books and scrolls and even some sealing justu and guides. Has I keep looking around I spot a small shelf behind mom desk. I walk over and see it's filled with Mom's handwritten notes—jutsu theories and her thoughts on the Sharingan. I reach for one about her insights into fire-style jutsu.
"Nice! Having Mom's notes on fire release will definitely help."
I try to pull the book free—but it won't budge. I yank harder. Still nothing. Just as I prepare for one final tug, the bookshelf lights up with seals, and floating letters materialize in the air.
Kuro dear,
If you're reading this, that means you tried to grab a book that's not meant for you at your age. Give it up and read something else.
You can come back when you're older—or if you get Mommy's permission.
Love,
The best mom in the world 💖
I blink at the message.
"Damn... sealing jutsu is cool."
Since I can't access Mom's fire release notebook, I scan the rest of the shelf.
"Nope. She'd definitely say no to the lightning release one. That forbidden jutsu of hers is terrifying. Let's see... Definitely not '1000 Ways to Kill a Man'... nope to 'How to Psychologically Destroy an Enemy Using Only Your Words'... wow, Mom."
I continue browsing, skipping over things I know she'd forbid or that are just too advanced. Eventually, I spot a notebook titled Thoughts on the Sharingan.
"Let's hope Mom won't deny me insight into our own Kekkei Genkai."
I reach out and tug the book.
It moves.
"Nice! Maybe this will help me build a solid foundation for unlocking the Sharingan."
I don't plan to awaken my Sharingan until I'm at least ten maybe thirteen. I firmly believe that awakening it too early can cause complications—like Itachi and his Mangekyō. Those who unlock it too late either lack talent or the emotional trigger is just too distant.
Before leaving the study, I look for anything related to genjutsu.
"When people see an Uchiha, they expect genjutsu through the eyes. So it's best to break expectations—and surprise them."
I find the genjutsu section.
"Hmm... not as big as I thought. Then again, Mom did say she leans more toward ninjutsu and taijutsu. Judging by how she humiliated Tsunade earlier, maybe she uses genjutsu more for amusement or strategic surprise mid-combat."
I select three scrolls:
Basic Genjutsu: Kai Mastery – Perfect for breaking genjutsu without stabbing myself.
Hell Viewing Technique – Ideal for inflicting trauma.
Genjutsu: Flicker Nightmare – One of Mom's own C-rank jutsu she made from her younger days. Causes rapid illusions that flicker in the victim's peripheral vision—shadows, clones, hints of violence. Great for disorienting opponents mid-combat.
"Hm. Maybe I can find some test subjects to try these on. Mom's too strong and won't let me scare her. The Uchiha clan is full of arrogance—some kids or weak adults are bound to mess with me."
With my scrolls in hand, I leave the study humming Blue Bird.
Kurogami's Room
After stashing the scrolls in my room, I shower, brush my teeth, and lie in bed, reading. I'm already planning which jutsu to train first and which ones to ask Mom about improving.
Two hours later, I've memorized them all.
"Tomorrow, after Mom's taijutsu practice—or whatever brutal trial she has for me—I'll learn Phoenix Flower Jutsu, then Dragon Fire. Finally, I'll ask her to trap me in illusions so I can practice breaking out of them."
Once I finish planning, I open Mom's Sharingan journal.
📕 Refractions: A Personal Record on the Sharingan
Author: Reika Uchiha
Entry 01 – Inheritance by Fire
I was six when I awakened it.
They said it was fast. Said I was gifted. But none of them asked how it happened.
(Or maybe they knew and chose not to ask.)
The first time those red rings spun in my reflection, I didn't feel powerful. I felt exposed. Like something inside me had cracked open—and now the world could see in.
The Sharingan doesn't make you strong.
It demands strength in order to awaken.
It's not a badge. It's a scar that opens from the inside.
Entry 02 – The Nature of the Eye
At its basic stages, the Sharingan grants sight beyond sight.
Chakra signatures become visible.
Movements, predictable.
Genjutsu, a canvas.
But the tomoe—those aren't decorations.
They're milestones. Proof that something inside you shifted.
The first tomoe came when I felt loss.
The second, when I refused to.
The third... took longer than they expected.
Even the elders didn't understand the delay.
Now I wonder—what if the eye doesn't just respond to trauma… but comprehension?
Entry 03 – On the Third Tomoe
I unlocked the third tomoe not on the battlefield, but after.
Alone. In silence. Processing what I'd done to survive.
The clarity I felt wasn't power.
It was cold.
I could see hesitation in a heartbeat. Betrayal in a twitch.
I started seeing people not as friends or enemies—but patterns.
The more I understood, the less I felt.
Entry 04 – The Archives (and the Lies Within)
I've combed through the clan archives. What little isn't sealed.
There are contradictions.
Lost techniques, vague warnings, descriptions of impossible abilities.
Every generation seems to mention one Uchiha whose eyes went… beyond.
Not stronger. Not faster. Just… different.
And then? Silence. Disgrace. Death. Erasure.
The elders call it "madness."
I think it's just something they can't control.
Entry 05 – Is There Another Step?
Sometimes I feel a pressure—behind the eye, behind the mind.
Like there's a threshold I haven't crossed.
I don't know if it's real.
Or if the Sharingan is feeding on my obsession.
It's hard to trust an eye that thrives on emotion.
If a next stage exists, it might not be a gift.
It might be a price.
Entry 06 – On Love, Loss, and Power
It's always the same story:
An Uchiha feels too deeply.
They lose something.
Their power spikes.
Their control slips.
The Sharingan rewards pain, not joy.
That's what I hate most.
I've trained. I've studied. I've earned what I've unlocked through discipline.
Yet I know the next evolution won't come through effort—but through suffering.
And if that's true…
Then this "power" might just be a beautifully decorated trap.
Entry 07 – To Myself, or to Another
If you're reading this, you're either me… or someone I trusted.
Maybe someone worth writing for.
(Kurogami—if this is you, then you're more perceptive than I expected. Good.)
Remember:
The Sharingan is not a birthright. It's a responsibility.
Maybe even a curse. But one you can master.
It reflects the soul. Don't let it shackle you.
If your eyes ever feel too heavy to bear...
You're not going mad.
You're just seeing what others are afraid to look at.
—Reika Uchiha
"Damn. Is this Mom's research—or a confession about loss?"
I rub my forehead, thinking. Should I bring this up tomorrow? She might be disappointed if I don't. Even before I regained my memories, I showed signs of early maturity. Now? It'll be almost impossible to hide how my mindset is more of a adult than a child.
"I'll ask her tomorrow—after training. There has to be another way to unlock the Sharingan. Meditation? Spiritual insight? Maybe even something like Aang did with the Avatar State?"
I tuck the book away and turn off the lights. As I drift off, a question lingers in my mind:
What did Mom suffer to unlock her Sharingan?
And what about the Mangekyō?
Dream Sequence
I dream of a jolly old wise man, lying in bed, dying. A little girl cries beside him holding him while he tells it her it going to be okay. While a teenage girl watches from a far, holding back her tears. Then—he passes.
The scene shifts to a funeral. Everyone is there—Hiruzen, the Sannin, Uchiha clansmen, civilians. The old man must've been deeply loved. The teenage girl holds the hand of the younger one. Sisters, maybe. They stand in front of the grave. His picture, he smiles—tea in hand, at peace.
(A/N: Yes, that's this world's version of Uncle Iroh—her father.)
Then the dream changes again. The teenage girl, alone in a forest. Thunder roars above. Rain pours. She screams at the world in rage and grief. Tears—or maybe rain—run down her face. Her eyes turns into the Sharingan spinning. Then something new arises.
A blazing, eight-pointed flame forms in the center.
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Eyes of rage. Of loss. Of love.
Then... I'm back in the black river.
But this time instead of invincibility, the current pushes me not to remember—
—but to forget.
Reika's POV – Reika House, Late Night
The hiss of the tea kettle was the only sound in the room.
I sat at the low table, eyes closed, sensing chakra. My son slept upstairs. His chakra pulsed—not just Uchiha. Deeper. Older. His father's blood. No doubt.
A breeze blew in. With it… a whisper.
A message dropped on my balcony. Not a summon. Intel. From her.
I unsealed and read the note.
""Council met. Sannin included.Subject: You. And Kurogami.Danzo proposed using your son as leverage. Hokage refused—fearing your reaction.Tsunade punched him. He's hospitalized.They suspect you have the Mangekyō. Called you unstable.Proposed strategies to contain you—perhaps exhaust your vision in the coming war.Jiraiya joked. Orochimaru was curious.Tsunade threw a sofa."
I read it again.
Then a third time.
My chakra simmered.
They dared.
They dared to speak of my son like a tool.
They fear my Mangekyō? Good. Let them. For they will understand the Eternal light.
Let them remember what happens when they push a grieving mother too far.
I brushed my forearm. Hidden under a seal was the ignition point of my most forbidden jutsu of fire release, no inferno release. One I swore never to use again unless absolutely necessary.
They were getting close.
I stood.
Blue flames flickered along my skin in response to my chakra. They kissed the walls—didn't burn them.
Not yet.
Upstairs, Kurogami stirred. He felt it—my shift. Poor boy. He deserves a childhood… not paranoia.
I inhaled, calming myself. Now wasn't the time to incinerate the Hokage's office.
But if Hiruzen hesitated… if he failed to stop them...
Tsunade still had heart. Good.
Jiraiya and Orochimaru? Pawns in an old man's game.
And Danzo?
If he ever touches my son—if he even breathes the same air—
I'll paint Root's walls with his ashes.
Let them scheme.
They have forgotten.
Uchiha don't burn quietly.
And neither do I.
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