The morning was cold, and mist crawled across the courtyard of our clan.
My father awaited me, as always, standing firm, his three-tomoe eyes reflecting the rising sunlight. Now, at 10 years old — though with the body of a 15-year-old youth — I was no longer the child who had stumbled during my first Kenjutsu attacks.
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Intense Training with Father
Training began before dawn. Swords in hand, controlled breathing.
Each of his strikes carried the weight of a Kage. I could feel the gust of wind generated by his sword movements, even in simple simulated cuts.
— Arashi, today you will see how much you've grown… and how far you still have to go.
Over the past five years, my father had changed. I remember clearly when I was eight: he returned from a war against the Senju with a deep scar along his rib. Since then, his strength seemed to surpass human limits. Every training session reminded me that, even at 10, there was still an immense gulf between us.
Our combat began with Kenjutsu attacks. He advanced, each step measured, each strike calculated to destroy me if he wished.
I dodged, combining my Hono no Tsurugi with Inazuma Ashi, moving at maximum speed, almost like an extension of wind and lightning. Every attempt I made to land a blow was blocked or diverted with minimal movement of his sword.
Parallel thoughts filled my mind:
"Five years… over 100 missions. More blood than I can count. Akira's death… every memory weighs on my soul. But I cannot falter. The clan counts on me. The world calls me 'Red Lightning' and 'Phantom of the Red Eye' because of my genjutsu… but this is only the beginning."
We trained for hours. My father tested my perception, strategy, and speed. Every fire attack, electric kick, or wind needle I launched was evaluated by him.
— Element mastery is good… but you still need to integrate it with your sword. Mix fire with lightning, wind with slashes, and the next phase will begin.
It was then that I began applying thoughts I had held for years: "Why not recreate something like Chidori? What if I combine lightning with fire, like a 'God Speed'?" Each idea was tested, even if it failed, and every mistake brought me closer to a functional concept.
During training, I also refined my grandparents' inherited jutsu: Mugen Akai Kyō could now trap opponents for several seconds; Enkou Rasen became a stable, rotating fire sphere; my mastery of fire, wind, and lightning advanced to levels unparalleled for my age.
The session ended with a genjutsu evaluation. My father projected intense combat illusions, forcing me to react while my mind was bombarded with multiple images of pain, loss, and death. The sensation was suffocating, but each time, my focus solidified faster, my eyes learning to read patterns with near-instinctive precision.
Finally, he stepped back, taking a deep breath:
— You are ready, Arashi. Your first major mission will not be simple… but you are ready.
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Reflections on the Last Five Years
As I recovered, I thought of everything that had happened since Akira's death:
Over 100 missions: assassinations, rescues, espionage.
Every mission left physical and psychological scars.
My fame grew: "Red Lightning" and "Phantom of the Red Eye."
Full mastery of three-tomoe Sharingan, advanced genjutsu, shurikenjutsu superior to Itachi.
Complete control of fire, wind, and lightning.
But it was not enough. I needed to evolve, create new techniques: Chidori, God Speed, combining elements in offensive and defensive attacks, and strategies for multiple targets.
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Large-Scale Mission: Confrontation with the Senju Clan
The mission was risky: infiltrate the Senju-controlled region to gather strategic information. The Uchiha team included:
Uchiha Madara, 18 years old, three-tomoe Sharingan, Elite Jonin-level strength
Uchiha Izuma, 15 years old, Jonin
Me, Arashi, 10 years old (appearing 15)
30 more skilled Uchihas
On first contact, a direct clash occurred. The Senju had advanced strategies and above-average strength, and it quickly became clear the mission would turn into a battlefield.
My mind raced:
"Attack distribution… Madara, Izuma, me… we must advance but protect the less experienced members. We cannot lose more than five now."
The combat was intense. Madara advanced with fire and genjutsu, combining direct attacks and illusions, while Izuma covered the flanks. I mixed my fire, wind, and lightning techniques: Hono no Tsurugi, Inazuma Ashi, Kaze Hari, creating unexpected combos.
Parallel thoughts ran through me every second:
"If I use God Speed now, I can cut through the frontline… but their counter could hit me. I need a distraction with clones and wind needles. My genjutsu must trap the enemy commander…"
Losses came quickly. Experienced Uchihas fell. Talisman explosions and coordinated attacks decimated part of our team. I lost count of how many Senju were neutralized. The battlefield seemed like a nightmare, but each of my movements was calculated: Sharingan reflexes, pattern analysis, attack prediction.
The mission ended with heavy casualties: both the Uchiha and Senju clans suffered devastating losses. Tension rose — we were now on the brink of war.
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First Interaction with Madara
After the battle, Madara approached me. His three-tomoe eyes evaluated me, a short smile crossing his face:
— You've grown quickly, Arashi. Let's test our strength… in a friendly duel.
I accepted immediately. Being challenged by someone like Madara was the chance to measure my true power.
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Intense Duel: Arashi vs Madara
The duel began in open ground. Rapid movements, fire and lightning attacks, wind blocks, and genjutsu defenses. Each strike, each jump, each charge was perceived in fractions of a second. My God Speed, combining lightning and fire, nearly gave me the advantage, but Madara was no ordinary opponent.
Parallel thoughts:
"If he reads my pattern… I must change rhythm. Maybe feint with fire, dodge with wind, and strike with lightning on the blade. If he uses genjutsu, my Sharingan reflexes must escape. My thinking speed must exceed my physical speed…"
Madara countered with a direct attack: fire jutsu combined with a chakra explosion. I rolled across the ground, countering with Kaze Hari and Inazuma Ashi. He dodged, and the clash of our attacks created a shockwave that shook the ground.
We fought for hours. Each exchange was accompanied by parallel analysis: chakra reading, movement anticipation, force and energy calculation. My legs burned, my chakra fluctuated, but five years of missions and continuous training kept my body and mind in sync.
Madara finally stepped back, impressed:
— You've grown a lot, Arashi. Elite Jonin-level… but there's still a long road ahead.
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Updated Mental Panel
Name: Uchiha Arashi
Apparent Age: ~15 years (real 10)
Clan: Uchiha
Internal Title: "Red Lightning" / "Phantom of the Red Eye"
Overall Power Level: Elite Jonin, advanced chakra and elemental control, extraordinary reflexes via three-tomoe Sharingan
Chakra: Elite Jonin-level, multi-element control, advanced
Abilities:
Kenjutsu: advanced, integrated with elements
Ninjutsu:
Hono no Tsurugi (Fire)
Inazuma Ashi (Lightning)
Kaze Hari (Wind)
Lightning Slash (Lightning)
Wind Blade (Wind)
God Speed (Lightning + Fire)
Genjutsu: Advanced Rank A-B, Mugen Akai Kyō, Fear Genjutsu
Shurikenjutsu: superior to Itachi
Combat Experience:
+100 missions
First major mission against the Senju clan
Duels with Madara and Izuma
Full mastery of techniques inherited from grandparents
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Final Reflection in the Room
Back in my room, I sat alone, staring out the window, thinking about the imminent war.
"The Senju clan will not wait. The next battle will be even bloodier. But I… am ready. My father, Madara, Izuma… everyone is preparing. And I… cannot fail."
The future approached like a storm, and I knew: to change the fate of the Uchiha clan, I would have to be faster, smarter, and more ruthless than anyone else.
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