Nine months had passed since I turned four — and with that, nine months since my first assassination. Now, at five years old, I looked like I was eight . My body, already muscular for my age, reflected every training session, every sacrifice, every tear held back in the recent past.
Over these months, much had changed. My understanding of chakra and its elements had advanced in ways that surprised even me. I discovered that I had an affinity with three natural elements: Fire, Wind, and Lightning. As I learned to control each one, an idea formed in my mind: "Why not combine my elements with my sword, my legs, and my attacks?"
The plan was simple, but powerful. A sword wreathed in flames, legs charged with electricity, wind needles blown from my mouth or hands. I quickly conceived three original techniques of Rank C:
Hono no Tsurugi (Sword of Fire): a flaming blade that cuts through the air with intensity.
Inazuma Ashi (Lightning Legs): rapid electric kicks that can paralyze a target.
Kaze Hari (Wind Needles): a concentrated gust of wind chakra that launches thin, cutting blades.
My mother, observing my progress, handed me three ancient scrolls left by my grandparents:
1. Lightning Slash (Lightning, Rank C) — a rapid hand or sword strike infused with concentrated electricity.
2. Wind Blade (Wind, Rank C) — a straight-line cut using wind chakra, capable of piercing light armor.
3. Fear Genjutsu (Rank B) — projects the target's worst fear into their mind, freezing them in terror for a few seconds.
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Training with My Parents
In the past months, I trained intensely with my parents. My father, Uchiha Renji, demanded everything from me. Kenjutsu, ninjutsu, genjutsu — nothing escaped his sharp gaze.
A test began one cold morning. He placed me face to face with him, sword in hand, his three-tomoe eyes blazing.
— Show me what you've learned, Arashi.
My mind raced. Every movement I had learned in the past nine months arose instinctively. I used Henge to move quickly, Bunshin to create distractions, and small tests of my fire and lightning jutsu while dodging every attack from my father.
Even so… he was terrifying. A single touch from him would be lethal. When he simulated a sword strike, I could feel the massive difference in strength. Every blow he allowed seemed real enough to crush me. His evaluation was clear: he was near Kage level, perhaps almost there. I, in comparison, was only a child with incredible potential.
His genjutsu tested me deeply. A simple gaze conjured images of terror and loss in my mind. I remembered the first time I killed a prisoner, the fear I felt. Real and illusory pain mixed together, testing not only my reflexes but my emotional control.
Finally, he stepped back, taking a deep breath.
— You are ready for your first mission, Arashi.
A chill ran down my spine. A real mission. Life and death. But also, finally, the chance to test everything I had learned.
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Mental Reflections
While updating my mental panel, I reviewed every skill acquired:
Chakra: steady increase, now equivalent to a mid-level Chunin, refined control for advanced Rank C ninjutsu.
Kenjutsu: fast movements, precise and fluid strikes, improving over time.
Ninjutsu: mastery of the three basic jutsu, creation of my three elements.
Genjutsu: basic control over fear, beginning inherited techniques.
Strength level? I knew it: comparable to Sasuke after the Land of Waves mission, perhaps even slightly higher strategically, though lacking experience.
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The First Mission
The mission seemed simple: gather information on the Shimura clan's movements. However, along the way, I sensed something was wrong. An unusual silence, a sharp cold wind. Before I could react, we were surrounded:
Shimura Clan: 3 Chunin, 2 Jonin, and 1 Elite Jonin.
I was accompanied by my father and three other Uchiha Chunin. Among us was Uchiha Akira, a 7-year-old girl with whom I had formed a friendship over the past months.
My heart raced. I knew her, played with her, trained with her. Now, the thin line between life and death was approaching.
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Intense Battle – Arashi vs 3 Chunin
The three Shimura Chunin advanced toward me and another surviving clan member. My first thought: "I cannot lose, Akira is here. I won't let her die."
I used Hono no Tsurugi, the flaming sword, cutting through the air with precision. One evaded, but another was hit in the arm, burning. At the same time, my Bunshin clone attacked the third, creating a distraction.
— What if I combine fire and lightning? I thought. — Blade in flames, my legs electrified… and wind to control needles… yes, I can maintain constant pressure.
I used Inazuma Ashi: an electric kick knocked one enemy to the ground. Another attacked with a kunai, forcing me to leap and use Kaze Hari: a cutting gust pierced his arm.
Meanwhile, mental flashes haunted me: moments with Akira, laughter, training, little child games. Anger and fear merged, sharpening my focus.
Suddenly, an explosion — a talisman kunai detonated near me. The clone vanished, and the blast threw me backward. I looked… and Akira had been hit.
— No… no!
The world froze. Memories of my first kill came to mind. But this time, I had a greater motivation: survive and fight to change the future.
In the midst of despair, I felt my eyes burn. Red light. Panic, rage, loss. My Sharingan awakened, two tomoe. My perception sharpened, movements more precise, reflexes nearly superhuman.
I could now read their attack patterns, predict movements. One Chunin tried to strike from the left — I anticipated, countered, and took him down. The second aimed at Akira, but my flaming blade intercepted.
The third, seeing the disadvantage, fled to attempt a coordinated attack with the others. But it didn't matter; I had awakened.
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Parallel Battle – Father vs Jonins
While I fought, my father faced the remaining 2 Jonin and the Elite Jonin. He moved with terrifying fluidity, but the enemies were skilled. I could see the tension in his stance: even near Kage-level, two opponents demanded full strategy and concentration.
Every move was calculated: one misstep could be fatal, but his defense and reflexes were nearly perfect. He disarmed, countered, used rapid genjutsu, and combined sword attacks with bursts of fire and lightning chakra.
Meanwhile, my parallel thoughts:
"If my father is having difficulty, what would happen to me without Sharingan? I need to evolve faster. I need to control my elements. I need to survive."
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Mission Conclusion and Reflection
The battle ended tragically:
From our group, only I, my father, and one other member survived.
Uchiha Akira died, along with the other two Chunin.
The remaining enemies retreated, wounded but alive.
With tears and rage, I looked at my hands, remembering Akira.
— I will grow stronger. For her. For the clan. For the future.
Returning to the clan, I sat alone, reflecting. I analyzed every jutsu used, every movement, every decision.
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Updated Mental Panel – Uchiha Arashi
Name: Uchiha Arashi
Apparent Age: ~8 years (actual 5 years)
Clan: Uchiha
Internal Title: "Son of the Phantom of the Sword of Fire and the Eye of Death"
Overall Power Level:
Evolved:low jonin level
Chakra:
Quantity:low jonin level
Control: precise, refined for multi-element usage
Abilities:
Kenjutsu: Advanced (combined with elements, reflexes accelerated by two-tomoe Sharingan)
Ninjutsu:
Hono no Tsurugi (Fire, Rank C)
Inazuma Ashi (Lightning, Rank C)
Kaze Hari (Wind, Rank C)
Lightning Slash (Lightning, Rank C)
Wind Blade (Wind, Rank C)
Henge, Bunshin (basic)
Genjutsu: Rank B (Fear Genjutsu), beginning Mugen Akai Kyō
Combat Experience:
First mission: Shimura clan ambush
Awakening of two-tomoe Sharingan
Real battle experience against multiple Chunin/Jonin
Trauma and motivation reinforced by Akira's death
signed: author
last of the day, hope you like it