Year -60
Konohagakure, Uchiha Compound
The sky wept.
Rain fell heavy over the village, steady and relentless, turning the dirt roads into mud and washing incense smoke thin into the air. People stood in silence, clustered beneath umbrellas and straw hats, their clothes soaked through. No one bothered to move. The weight of grief was heavier than the downpour.
It was a funeral.
Two coffins rested at the center of the gathering. A husband and wife. Uchiha. Taken far too violently from this world.
The official word whispered through the crowd was that assassins from the Cloud were to blame. Some nodded grimly, needing a name for their anger. Others only stared, silent and unconvinced. What wouldn't leave anyone's mind was not just that the two had died—but how.
Their eyes.
Stolen.
The village elders urged restraint. Konoha was still healing from war, its people still weary. The Cloud could not be challenged head-on. And so, like always, the truth would be buried with the dead.
At the foot of the coffins stood an old man, gripping the shoulder of a boy beside him. His white hair clung to his skull in the rain, his eyes swollen from weeping. He had no tears left to give.
The boy gave none at all.
Eight years old. His face pale, lips pressed shut, fists locked at his sides. He stared at his parents, unblinking, as the rain ran down his cheeks. The wet strands of his hair clung stubbornly to his skin.
And then people noticed.
His eyes had changed.
The Sharingan spun, its tomoe circling faster and faster until they blurred, until they bent into one another—reshaping, reforming—into a pattern no one present had seen before.
Mangekyō.
For an instant, no one moved. No one breathed.
People suddenly felt a sudden chill in the air. And then his chakra erupted.
The old man was thrown back. Umbrellas snapped into the sky, the ground split open with shallow cracks, and villagers staggered under the sudden force. They felt like an ancient giants, a God of war was towering over them. Just as quickly, it was gone.
The boy collapsed.
Before he touched the ground, his body folded, but his awareness slipped elsewhere.
Darkness.
Or perhaps not.
When he opened his eyes, he was in a place that was hard to describe. There was no earth beneath his feet, no sky above, only space—vast and shimmering. Stars flickered in every direction. Rivers of colored light drifted by, slow and endless, painting the void.
The boy has never seen the pictures of space released by NASA as there was no such organisation in his word or he might recognise it.
It was beautiful. It was terrifying.
He looked for his body and found nothing, yet still felt himself there. When he thought of moving, he drifted. Effortless. Weightless.
That was when he saw it.
A pillar.
It didn't float, didn't shift. It simply was. A column so immense it pierced forever—cutting through stars, clouds of light, and darkness alike. No bottom. No top. Just endless.
The closer he tried to reach it, the larger it became. Wider. Taller. Immeasurable. Yet it never grew nearer, no matter how far he drifted.
Its color could not be spoken. Not black, not white, not anything his eyes had ever known. Something beyond.
He tried to breathe, but failed—yet he did not choke. Panic left him as quickly as it came.
The boy stared, and the pillar stared back.
For the first time since his parents' death, he felt the weight of his own smallness. Smaller than when he had been lost in the marketplace, smaller than when he looked up at the Hokage's mountain. A speck in an infinite sky.
And still—beneath the fear, beneath the awe—was a pull.
A whisper, faint but certain.
He felt the intimacy in the environment, as if he was in the embrace of his mom and dad again.
The world he drifted through was strange, but not cold. The air seemed to shimmer with light, as though a thousand dim stars burned somewhere just out of sight. Though the darkness should have frightened him, there was something gentle in the quiet, something that felt almost like the arms of a parent wrapped around his small shoulders. It was not his mother, or his father—at least, not truly—but the feeling was close enough that tears rose behind his eyes.
He did not fight them. He was too tired. No boy should carry so much weight, but grief had a hard hand. His parents were gone, stolen in the night, and the house had felt empty since, so empty that he had not dared shut his eyes even as the sun slipped away and the night pressed hard against his door. Now, held by whatever powers ruled this place, the pain came softer and yet sharper. It was a kindness and a cruelty at once, the way the ache of memory could make a heart lighter and heavier in the same breath.
He let his eyes close. The sleep that came had jagged edges, like broken glass beneath a blanket. In the quiet, a tear crept from his eye and rolled down his cheek, slow as honey. He thought—perhaps—he heard his mother's voice, or her soft footsteps on the floor. Foolish, he knew. The dead did not walk, no matter how a boy wished for it.
Something caught the tear. A beautiful female hand. The tear hardened in her palm, gleaming like a diamond and the world shifted again. He found himself lying not in his bed, but in the lap of a man, a stranger to him, though not altogether strange.
The man's hair was long, gathered loosely in a knot behind his head, and his brow bore a third eye, watching all the world with a calm so deep it was almost frightening. Around his neck hung a piece of rock or was it silver, curved like a moon, and a living serpent coiled about his bare arm, its tongue flickering in the cool air. His skin the smoothest and fairest he had seen. Beside him sat a woman whose beauty was gentler, softer, a warmth that glowed against the white snow piled thick around them. She smiled as if she had all the time in the world to sit with a grieving child.
They were somewhere high, above the clouds perhaps, on a mountain crowned in deep snow. Yet the boy could not feel the cold. His fingers were warm, his cheek against the stranger's robe like resting in front of the hearth on winter's cruelest night. He did not need to ask who they were, nor why they watched over him. Their presence was answer enough. For a time, he could rest.
Sleep pulled at him, slow and sure, heavier than any blanket. As he slipped toward the dark, he felt the press of soft lips on his brow. First the man, then the woman—two gentle kisses, no different than the ones his parents had gifted him after each night's story. In that moment, he thought he could hear their voices, not speaking, but singing some old lullaby that spoke more to his bones than his ears.
A heat kindled within him. It started slow, then grew—flowing along his arms and legs, through his heart, out to the tips of his fingers and the roots of his hair. Something shifted; a great weight lifted, and a new one replaced it. He felt himself changing, inside and out. The world turned, softer now, as if he were floating on quiet water. For an instant, he saw himself with a third eye opening in his own brow, and old memories that did not belong to him slipped behind his eyes, half-remembered, half-dreamed.
When he woke, it was beneath the old, familiar ceiling of his father's house. Morning light filtered through the window, soft and pale. The warmth lingered, but the lap and the mountain were gone, leaving only a memory—one he carried alone.
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The boons MC got or you can say cheat:~
Abilities similar to Shiba Tatsuya, mc of Irregular of magic highschool, though he will have to work on it. This is result of the energies that now are inside his body , changeing and strengthening it as well as the third eye. Which are-
Regrowth
Decomposition
Elemental sight
Third eye-???
All his abilities are tied to his physical strength so the stronger he becomes, his abilities also grow with him, like if he ate Thunder fruit, it will break the limit of its world if he is strong enough.
Insane luck boost. Always helps in most critical moments.
High intelligence, like reaching 1/4th the level of Rick in Rick&Morty show in both science as well as evengy manipulation(creating techniques from chakra, magic, chi , aura etc.) [Can grow in the future, as we all know it's just to explain all the bullsh*t I am gonna make him do.]
His Mangekyo got strengthened, so it will not longer go blind and will continue to strengthen as his strength improves.
The eye technique are:-
1}Ame-no-Minakanushi- Passive effect:- Searches for worlds he can travel to.
Active effect:- Can open gates to other worlds to which he has co-ordinates on and can also open permanent gates and leave them open until he wants to close them with almost no cost. He can also add space energy to his attacks so it's like sending space slashes.
2)Ashura:- Can usurp anything from the person it is used on and make it his own. But, either the person has to be weaker than the user, or incapable of struggling like if the opponent faints or is caught under illusion.
And at last, The memory of entertainment shows and other stuff a medical student has watched.