The Uchiha compound was quiet—far too quiet after that fateful night. Once, this place had been a buzzing area where many clan shinobi trained. But now, it stood isolated. However, today was different, as the sharp sounds of feet hitting the ground and fists cutting through the air echoed through the area.
In the middle of the courtyard, Sasuke and Kiyomi were sparring again.
Since his loss to Sukuna, Sasuke had changed. He barely talked. He barely slept. All he did was train—to get stronger. Unfortunately for Sasuke, he lacked training partners.
He had asked many in the clan, at least those who still remained in the Uchiha clan, but none had the time to train with him. The clan's most powerful shinobi had already been dealt with, and those who remained had their own priorities.
They gave various reasons to deny him, but Sasuke knew better. None in the Uchiha clan wished to interact with him or his sister anymore.
Once, both Sasuke and his sister had been practically heirs to the clan, being the children of the clan leader. But not anymore.
Now, most of the clan looked at both him and Kiyomi with disdain and disgust. And Sasuke didn't blame them.
Considering what Itachi had done, he was even surprised that the remaining Uchiha hadn't kicked both him and Kiyomi out of the clan.
The hatred he felt toward Itachi, his own brother, was more intense than anything he had ever experienced in his life. So imagining what the rest of the clan must have felt wasn't difficult.
There were still a few Uchiha who interacted with them—kind people who spoke up for them. Even the Hokage himself had stood up to protect them from any acts of hostility within the clan.
However, Sasuke knew that many in the clan harbored ill intentions toward both him and his sister.
Gaining power wasn't just about revenge—it was also for self-protection. And he couldn't do it alone. His sister had to become stronger, too.
At least, that's what his seven-year-old brain told him. And so, here he was—for lack of a better sparring partner and as a brother—sparring with his sister, getting stronger and hoping that she, in turn, would get strong as well.
Sasuke didn't honestly wish to burden Kiyomi with this hatred, this need for revenge. Internally, he had decided to carry everything himself.
Itachi was his brother. No other Uchiha should be risking their lives going after him. Kiyomi, on the other hand, always lacked talent for the ninja arts.
She could never master the clan's fire jutsu, and she never had any motivation to train, either.
She only joined the academy after what Itachi did. Before that, she didn't even bother joining Father and him during training.
She never wanted to be a ninja. So when Sasuke heard she had decided to enroll in the academy, he was shocked.
She lacked the talent needed to be a good shinobi. Their father had tried to teach her, but she had never succeeded. She had been firmly against becoming a ninja in the first place.
However, now he saw a completely different side of her. She had started training. Sasuke knew she too was burdened by what had happened.
"It's my burden to bear… mine alone," he gritted his teeth and launched himself forward to land a strike on his sister. In return, Kiyomi anticipated the move and dodged away.
Their spar had started with simple taijutsu—no weapons, no jutsu—just pure hand-to-hand combat.
It had seemed simple enough at the start. He hadn't thought it would take much to bring her down. He had already planned out how to bring her up to speed in her missed-out training before he resumed his own.
However, what he thought never actually happened. To Sasuke's growing frustration, he couldn't even land a proper hit on Kiyomi.
Her form wasn't that great, and predicting her attacks was easy enough. However, she was faster and stronger. It felt like he wasn't fighting a seven-year-old girl, but someone in their teenage years—or even an adult.
She dodged his strikes with ease. After just a bit of training, her movements became increasingly smooth and annoyingly hard to predict. Every punch he threw was either blocked, dodged, or redirected.
Sasuke gritted his teeth. "Stop just dodging and attack back!"
"I'm trying…" Kiyomi replied, her voice quiet but serious. She stepped forward and sent a fast, accurate punch toward him. There was no way to dodge it, so he had no choice but to block the incoming attack.
He did—barely. However, it hurt. The force behind it was enough to make him grit his teeth.
That only made Sasuke angrier. He attacked harder, faster, trying to catch her off guard. And he did, briefly, but the sheer physical gap was somehow holding him back.
It was as if he were the girl and she were the boy in this fight. It wasn't just annoying—it was embarrassing.
Here he was, swearing to kill Itachi Uchiha—the man who almost single-handedly destroyed the mighty Uchiha clan—and he was being overpowered by his own twin sister.
Sasuke's hands trembled from the force of Kiyomi's punches, but he didn't stop. He threw another punch.
"Why can't I hit her?" he thought.
His earlier concern about his sister was beginning to turn into frustration with his own strength.
"How come I can't beat her either? First Sukuna… and now my own sister—who's never trained a day in her life… who can't even do a single ninjutsu." He gritted his teeth again.
He thought about activating his Sharingan. It would be easy—just a flick of his will. He could read her movements, copy her rhythm, maybe even win.
But no. He refused.
Kiyomi didn't have the Sharingan yet. If he needed his dōjutsu just to beat her—someone who hadn't even awakened her Sharingan after what happened to their entire clan, someone who lacked any talent to be a ninja—then what good was he? He had to get stronger on his own first, without relying on his eyes.
His breathing was heavy. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Kiyomi, too, was catching her breath now. Both of them had been pushing hard, no longer pulling punches.
Minutes passed. Blows exchanged. Neither landed anything solid.
Finally, they stood across from each other, panting. Sasuke clenched his fists, wanting to keep going. But his body said otherwise.
Kiyomi lowered her arms slowly. "That's enough. I can't go on anymore."
Sasuke didn't respond. He just stared at the ground, fists still tight. Kiyomi could feel his frustration. But she said nothing. Any consolation from her would only make it worse.
The match had no winner. No final blow. It ended in a draw.
But to Sasuke, it still felt like a loss.
"If I can't beat them… I'll never reach Itachi."
And with that thought, he turned and walked back inside—already planning his next training session.
Left behind was Kiyomi, watching her brother walk away with solemn eyes.
"What do I do…" she muttered to herself, clenching her fists as she made her way back into the house. Unconsciously, she walked toward her parents' room.
Memories of her life in this world filled her. The love she had received here was something she could only have dreamed of when she was as young as her current body—back in her previous world.
The acceptance she had gotten, even after being unable to perform any ninjutsu. Even after deciding not to become a kunoichi and to pursue an ordinary life.
She could feel it—her new father hadn't liked that, but he never showed it. Her mother, however, had wholeheartedly accepted her.
Real love—not tainted by how she looked, what she had between her legs, or what she could offer the clan. Nothing but pure parental love. Something she could never even dream of in her previous life.
Not only had she gotten another chance to live—but also a truly loving family. Everything she had ever wanted.
It was going just as she wished. Like a dream. And then, the dream shattered.
The big brother she always relied on killed her family—her father and the mother she had always wanted.
She stood inside her parents' room, staring into a mirror.
Old memories of pain collided with fresh wounds, and a surge of heat emitted from her eyes.
Staring back at her was a girl with blood-red eyes—not one but three tomoe. A girl who had lost everything once again.
"I never wanted to fight. I just wanted a normal life. But… this accursed fate followed me even to this world," she gritted her teeth.
Kiyomi Uchiha—for the second time—was ready to forsake the naive dreams she once held. And this time, she wouldn't accept it quietly.
This time, she would be the one to destroy her fate.
"Even if it kills me, I'll find that man who took away my dream… and end him." She uttered those words with hatred in her eyes and turned around.
Back to training. Alone, if she had to.
"Bold words for a little girl to say…" As soon as she was gone, another voice rang out in the room. Slow but deliberate. A man still hidden in the shadows emerged and looked at the mirror where the girl had stood just moments ago.
Lowering his glasses, he looked into his own reflection—and saw that their eyes looked strikingly similar, yet different in many ways.
It was Sukuna, who had been investigating the Uchiha siblings for the past few days in his free time to gather information—especially about one Kiyomi Uchiha.
Since he wasn't gaining anything from hunting bandits anymore, this had become his favorite pastime outside of his usual training.
"Less blue, more brawn. Three-tomoe Sharingan at just seven. And an almost familiar cursed energy," he muttered to himself, trying to piece it all together.
"Maybe it's finally time we have that talk…"
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