Azula's POV
The night was quiet — too quiet. The forest beyond the outpost was bathed in pale moonlight, and the mist rising from the earth swirled lazily in the air. Our patrol steps crunched softly against the damp soil.
Miwa hummed to herself, swinging her arms as if this were a stroll through a garden instead of a border during wartime. Yugao walked beside me, silent as always, every step measured, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
And then, of course, Miwa broke the silence.
"So…" she chirped, leaning forward with her usual unearned enthusiasm, "what kind of person is Kazuki?"
I shot her a sidelong glance. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because!" she said, puffing her cheeks. "You and Yugao mention him often, and people in camp also sometimes mention about him like he's a talented shinobi. So what's he actually like?"
Yugao answered first, her voice calm and clipped. "Reliable. Thoughtful. He makes decisions carefully, weighs risks properly. He's dependable."
I snorted. "You make him sound like an old man."
Yugao's lips twitched. "That's not untrue."
I let a smirk curl on my lips. "Kazuki's not boring. He's fun when he wants to be — teases, laughs, makes even training interesting. He acts like a big brother, but he doesn't smother. Mature, sure. But he knows how to enjoy himself too."
Miwa clasped her hands dramatically. "Ahhh, so the dependable but fun type! Perfect balance."
I rolled my eyes. "Perfect balance? Are you trying to write a romance novel?"
Miwa gasped. "What? No! I just wanted to know about him, that's all!"
I smirked, letting my voice lower in mock suspicion. "Sounds like someone has a crush already."
Her face flushed pink. "Wha— no, no, no! I just thought… maybe I was assigned here because your third teammate died. And I wanted to know what kind of person he was."
I stopped dead in my tracks. "…What?"
Miwa blinked innocently. "I mean… isn't that what happened? I was sent here to fill the gap in your team after Kazuki died, right?"
For a moment, silence reigned. And then I burst into sharp laughter. "Kazuki? Dead? That's the funniest thing I've heard in weeks. He's fine, Miwa. Alive and kicking."
Yugao sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Kazuki is alive. You really should stop repeating every rumor you hear."
Miwa blinked again, cheeks burning. "O-oh. That's… really embarrassing. I thought I was walking into this tragic, broken team dynamic the whole time…"
Unbelievable, I thought, shaking my head. She's so naïve.
But before I could add a jab, Yugao stiffened.
Her hand hovered over her sword hilt. "Multiple chakra signatures," she whispered. "Three, maybe four. One is strong… jōnin level."
The air grew heavier, pressing against my skin. I felt it too now, that prickle of killing intent drawing closer through the mist.
"Signal," I said instantly.
Yugao was already moving. A flare burst into the sky, painting the mist crimson for an instant before fading back into gloom.
I swallowed the fire rising in my chest. This isn't a drill.
Mist Ninja's POV
The crimson flare streaked through the mist like a scar across the night sky.
"Tch. They noticed," One of my mist ninja muttered.
Two bases had already fallen to his squad tonight. Swift strikes, hidden mist as cover, devastating ninjutsu, retreat before reinforcements arrived. The strategy was working perfectly — Konoha shinobi were scrambling to rebuild, distracted, their focus slipping from the border where it mattered most.
But now, this flare ruined efficiency. His team would be hunted.
He gave a hand signal: retreat. His squad faded into the mist without question.
Still, curiosity gnawed at him. Who noticed?
Following the trail, he spotted them: three girls. Young. Barely genin. One black-haired with fierce eyes. Another, purple haired elegant with a blade. And the shortest — veins bulging around her temples, Byakugan glowing faintly.
My lips curled into a grin. A Hyūga. Main branch, judging from that chakra it's still a weak member. Fortune smiles.
Back to Azula's POV
"Right side!" Miwa shouted scanning the area with her Byakugan, my eyes snapping toward the flicker in the mist.
Without hesitation, I formed seals. "Katon: Fireball Jutsu!"
Beside me, Yugao's hands blurred. "Fuuton: Great Breakthrough!"
My fire roared forward, Yugao's wind feeding it, the flames swelling into a torrent that blazed through the mist.
And then — water surged from the fog, forming a massive dragon's head. "Suiton: Water Dragon Bullet!"
The two jutsu collided, steam exploding everywhere, scalding hot, hissing violently.
The noise was deafening. Reinforcements would hear — but that didn't matter.
Because he stepped forward.
A man. Older, with sharp eyes and a headband with Kiri's mark.
He moved before I could blink. Too fast. Too sharp.
Yugao swung — he slipped past. I hurled shuriken — deflected.
And then his fist slammed into my abdomen, the force hurling me like a ragdoll. Pain tore through my body. I hit the ground hard, breath stolen, vision swimming.
"Azula!" I barely heard Yugao's cry before she too was struck aside, her blade knocked from her grip.
And Miwa—
He drove his hand into her ribs. The crack of bone made bile rise in my throat. Blood bubbled on her lips as her scream choked.
Before I could move, before I could breathe—
He gouged out her eye.
No.
The world froze. Miwa's scream, her blood, the horror — it carved into me like fire through flesh.
Not like this. Not in front of me.
She was an airhead. Barely a teammate. Certainly not a friend. But she was mine. My team.
And my pride — my name — would never allow this.
I'm too weak. Too slow. Too careless. I hate this. I hate this!
The words burned, shame igniting in my veins.
And then, something inside me tore open.
Heat surged. My vision sharpened, every movement crystal clear. The mist itself seemed to slow, every droplet distinct.
The strength pulsed in my body and my chakra become agitated.
My Sharingan had awoken.
He was raising his hand for her second eye.
"Not another step!" I screamed, seals already forming.
"Katon: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!"
Flames erupted, dozens of small, darting fireballs streaking forward. Hidden among them — my shuriken.
They flew in a relentless storm.
The Kiri jōnin twisted, weaving through them, his speed unreal — but he stepped back. He was forced away from Miwa.
His eyes met mine. And he saw.
"Sharingan…" he breathed, a hungry grin spreading. "So you're Uchiha."
I glared, the tomoe spinning in my eyes. "Remember this. I'll kill you."
He chuckled. "My name is Ao. Jōnin of the Mist. And one day, I'll take that eye from you myself."
And with that, his chakra twisted, his form melting into the mist. Gone.
Reinforcements crashed through the trees a heartbeat later, Konoha shinobi surrounding us. Too late.
The battlefield calmed, but my chest burned. Miwa was carried away to the medics, unconscious, bloodied, broken. Yugao sat silent, fists trembling, rage written across her otherwise calm face.
And me — I sat there, staring at my own hands, at the faint tremble, at the fire that still raged within.
Sharingan. I awakened it. But only because I was too weak to stop him.
The Next Morning
Kazuki arrived.
His shadow fell over me as I sat outside the medic tent, fists clenched, eyes still burning faintly red.
"What happened?" he asked, voice low and steady.
I looked up, words catching in my throat. Everything I wanted to say tangled inside me — my weakness, my shame, my promise.
Instead, I met his gaze, my new eyes spinning, and whispered:
"…Kazuki. I awakened my Sharingan."
Author's note:
Hey guys what do you think of Azula's sharingan awakening.I am really proud on how it turned out. *Insert Proud Author Noises*
And from Now On Cannon Will start changing.