The main hall of the Uchiha clan's compound was a vast room with tatami floors that had once smelled of fresh wax, sweat, and pine wood. Now, it only smelled of abandonment. Dust danced in the few rays of morning light that managed to slip through the torn paper panels.
In the exact center of the room, Sasuke Uchiha sat in the lotus position. His chest rose and fell with slightly erratic breathing. His eyes were closed, but the tension in his eyelids betrayed the storm of anxiety roaring inside him.
Behind him, standing like a statue carved from ice, was Naruto Uzumaki.
"Mortal anatomy is a map of rivers and dams," Naruto began, his deep voice echoing through the vast, empty dojo. He raised both hands, extending his index and middle fingers on each. He had no silver needles or medical tools. At the mid-stage of Body Tempering, and with his millimeter-perfect control, his own fingers—infused with hyper-condensed chakra—were sharper and more precise than any scalpel. "Yin chakra, the energy of imagination and spirituality, is born in the brain. Your optic nerves are the channels that carry it to your eyes to mutate them. But the trauma of that night created a psychological dam. A physical blockage in your upper meridians."
"Just do it," Sasuke hissed, clenching his fists on his knees. "I don't care about the pain."
"Pain is secondary. What I need is for you to summon the source," Naruto ordered, lowering his hands until his fingertips brushed the base of Sasuke's skull. "For me to identify the dam and break it, I need the river to flow. You have to remember, Uchiha. Go back to that night. Bring me the pain. Bring me the terror."
Sasuke swallowed. The mere thought threatened to suffocate him, but the promise of power was a poison too sweet. He clenched his teeth and forced his mind to plunge into the abyss.
Immediately, Naruto felt the change. A dark, cold, heavy energy began to accumulate at the base of Sasuke's brain. It was pure Yin element, fueled by despair.
There it is, Naruto thought, his blue eyes gleaming with a calculating light. The flow stops right behind the ocular lobes.
"Argh!"
Sasuke let out a strangled cry as Naruto's fingers struck—with brutal, millimeter-precision—two exact pressure points at the base of his nape. It wasn't a blunt strike; it was a deep puncture. Naruto's chakra penetrated like red-hot needles directly into the Uchiha's nervous system, forcing the closed meridians to dilate.
"Talk to me," Naruto commanded, his voice devoid of compassion, acting as Sasuke's anchor to reality while pressing two more points behind the prodigy's ears. "Keep the energy flow steady. What happened that night? What did you see?"
"Blood..." Sasuke gasped, cold sweat soaking his forehead. The pressure in his head was agonizing, as if his skull were about to fracture from the inside. "The whole street... my uncles, my cousins... all dead on the ground. I ran... I ran toward my house..."
Naruto moved his hands, his fingers striking Sasuke's temples with the Stellar Jade Acupuncture technique. The pain sharpened. Yin tried to advance toward the eyes, colliding with the physical and psychological blockages.
"I reached the room," Sasuke continued, his voice breaking, tears of physical pain and mental agony threatening to overflow. "My parents... were on the floor. And he was there. In the shadows. My older brother. Itachi."
Naruto did not stop his physical work, but his mind—forged in centuries of intrigue, sect wars, and lineage annihilations—began to process the data with absolute coldness.
"He put me in an illusion," Sasuke's breathing was an erratic thread. "A genjutsu. The Tsukuyomi. He forced me to watch him kill them all. Over and over. Hundreds of times in my head. He told me... he told me he was just measuring his capacity. That we were weak. And he let me live."
Sasuke let out a stifled sob, hatred burning in his words. "He told me: 'You are weak. Why are you weak? Because you lack hatred.' He told me to run away, to cling to life, and that when I had the same eyes as him, to come find him and kill him."
Silence fell over the dojo, broken only by Sasuke's agonized gasps.
Naruto stopped the movement of his fingers. He kept constant pressure on Sasuke's temples, keeping the meridians open through the brute force of his chakra, but he pushed no further.
"Something is missing," Naruto said quietly. The phrase was so unexpected, so devoid of empathy and so charged with logical doubt, that Sasuke half-opened his eyes, his vision blurred by pain.
"Wh-What?" Sasuke stammered, confusion competing with agony.
"In my past life, Uchiha, I have seen entire clans erased from the face of the earth. I have ordered the eradication of demonic sects down to their last disciple," Naruto recounted, his voice distilling a methodical, ancestral cruelty. "The first rule of annihilation is to pull the grass out by the roots. If you leave a single seed, it will grow fed by the blood of its dead and eventually cut your throat."
Naruto pressed his fingers slightly, making Sasuke wince.
"Your brother was a prodigy, a ruthless killer by your account," Naruto continued, walking slowly until he stood in front of Sasuke, forcing the boy to look at him. "If his goal was simply to 'measure his capacity' and prove he was the strongest, he would have killed the Hokage. Or he would have killed you. Leaving a vengeful survivor alive, forcing him through mental torture to hate you, and demanding he become strong enough to come find you... that is not the behavior of a psychopath seeking power. It is the behavior of someone who is forging a blade."
Sasuke trembled. "Shut up! You don't know anything! He was crazy! He wanted me to suffer!"
"The insane don't execute systematic massacres without making a sound," Naruto countered, his tone becoming more incisive, more cutting. "Use your mortal brain, Sasuke. You're a ninja. Think about the logistics."
Naruto raised his hand and pointed at the vast, empty compound around them.
"This compound housed Konoha's military police force. Hundreds of elite shinobi. Veteran warriors who possessed the same red eye as your brother," Naruto analyzed, each word falling like a steel hammer on Sasuke's fragile worldview. "And you're telling me that a single thirteen-year-old teenager, no matter how much of a genius, massacred hundreds of masters of fire and illusions, going from house to house, and no one raised the alarm?"
Sasuke's eyes widened drastically. His breath caught in his throat.
"Where were the village's ANBU?" Naruto asked, leaning forward, his blue eyes shining with the intensity of a storm. "Where was the Third Hokage? A battle of that magnitude would have destroyed half the district and generated chakra explosions visible for kilometers. But the night was silent, wasn't it? So silent that you could walk calmly to your house before finding the corpses."
"N-No..." Sasuke stammered, his mind fracturing. The logic was irrefutable. He had been so blinded by pain for the past five years that he had never stopped to analyze the how.
"There are only two logical explanations in the Dao of war," Naruto declared, his voice resonating with crushing authority. "Either your brother had help from an immensely powerful external force that silenced the compound... or the very village you live in, the same elders who smile at you and give you your genin rank, were accomplices to the massacre of your family to eliminate a political threat, and your brother was merely the blade they used."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Sasuke Uchiha's world shattered. The ground beneath his knees seemed to disappear. The village. Itachi. His own existence. It was all a lie. Fury, betrayal, absolute terror, and a hatred deeper, more abyssal than anything he had ever felt before, exploded in the center of his soul.
It was no longer just hatred toward Itachi. It was a corrosive hatred toward Konoha. Toward his own ignorance.
CRACK!
Naruto felt it immediately. The psychological dam didn't just break; it was obliterated by the shockwave of Sasuke's emotions.
Boiling, dark, dense Yin chakra surged up Sasuke's brainstem like a torrent of lava, flooding the meridians that Naruto was holding open by force. The energy impacted directly against the young Uchiha's optic nerves.
Sasuke let out a piercing scream, bringing both hands to his face. He fell forward, slamming his forehead against the tatami. The heat in his eye sockets was searing, as if boiling acid had been poured directly into his pupils.
Naruto stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest, observing the biological and spiritual process with cold fascination.
Sasuke's gasps slowly calmed down. His trembling, sweaty hands pulled away from his face. Slowly, like a dead man rising from his grave, the last loyal Uchiha raised his head.
Naruto stared at him.
Sasuke's sclera remained white, but his irises had lost their jet-black color. Now they glowed with a lethal, vibrant crimson. In his left eye, a single black tomoe spun slowly around the pupil. In his right eye, two identical tomoes chased each other in a perfect circle.
The Sharingan had awakened, fueled not only by the pain of the past but by the terrifying revelation of the present.
Sasuke looked at his own hands. Then he looked at Naruto. With his new eyes, the world was desperately clear. He could see the microscopic flow of wind, the dust falling slowly. And looking at the blonde, Sasuke instinctively recoiled.
With the Sharingan, Naruto's "stillness" did not look like peace. It looked like a black hole. The densified chakra in the Immortal's muscles was so heavy and concentrated that the Sharingan's vision almost hurt trying to process it, like staring directly into the core of an eclipsed sun.
"You..." Sasuke whispered, his voice hoarse, his red eyes gleaming in the dimness of the dojo. "You knew. You dismantled my mind on purpose."
"I gave you the truth, Uchiha. And the truth broke your chains," Naruto replied without a shred of remorse. "Your eyes are open, in more ways than one. Now you see the mortal world for the farce it is. Itachi. Konoha. Everything is a chessboard, and until now, you were a blind pawn begging to be sacrificed."
Sasuke stood up. His legs trembled from the exhaustion of physical pain and the sudden draining of his chakra toward the dōjutsu, but his posture was different. The erratic hatred had turned into a cold, sharp fury.
"What do I do now?" Sasuke asked. It was not a complaint. It was a demand for direction to the only person who had demonstrated understanding of the world's true rules.
Naruto turned his back to him, walking toward the dojo's exit, where the dawn light finally cut through the shadows.
"Pretend, Sasuke," Naruto ordered, his voice floating in the dusty air. "Turn off those eyes for now. Pretend to be the blind, ignorant avenger that Kakashi and the Hokage expect you to be. Hunt for knowledge. Strengthen your body. And when the time is right, we will rip the truths from the throats of this village's elders."
The reincarnated Immortal stopped at the doorframe.
"Get to the bridge at eight. Kakashi has a real mission for us. It's time to leave this pond and see what kind of demons dwell beyond Konoha's borders."
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