Chapter 5: Sharingan, Awakening"Courage… yes! It's courage!"
"Courage… courage?"
Sasuke Uchiha stared blankly at Chinatsu, who was clenching her fists and passionately shouting about "courage," completely confused by what she meant.
What was courage?
To be honest—Chinatsu didn't really know either!
But when in doubt, shouting something inspirational usually worked… right?
"There was once a man who had absolutely no talent for ninjutsu or genjutsu. Even as an adult, he was still just a genin… but!"
Chinatsu raised a finger dramatically.
"He never gave up! Through sheer effort, he became strong enough to defeat powerful enemies—even facing multiple elite shinobi head-on. Sasuke, what is courage? That is courage!"
She crossed her arms, her face slightly flushed as she recounted the story of Might Duy—the father of Might Guy.
Of course… she very carefully left out the part where Duy used the forbidden Eight Gates Released Formation and died after defeating several of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
Sasuke's eyes lit up instantly.
"Courage… so that's what it is!"
To him, that story carried weight.
A man without talent surpassing limits through effort alone—it resonated deeply with someone who had just begun doubting himself.
Meanwhile, Chinatsu internally complained:
Honestly, "youth" would've been a more accurate word for that whole story…
Just as Sasuke regained his motivation and prepared to continue practicing the Great Fireball Technique—
Grrr…
A loud rumbling sound came from his stomach.
Sasuke froze.
Then his face turned bright red as he clutched his stomach instinctively.
Training intensely from 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. without eating—of course he'd be starving.
Chinatsu raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm… it's still early, but since you're hungry, let's eat something."
She reached out and gently patted Sasuke's head.
Even though the Uchiha clan had been wiped out, they were still one of Konoha's most prestigious clans. Financially, there was no way they would struggle with basic necessities like food.
However—
Chinatsu noticed something.
Sasuke lowered his head again.
He didn't want to go outside.
Of course.
Only days had passed since the Uchiha Clan Massacre. If he stepped into the village, he would inevitably hear whispers, pity, fear… or worse.
Chinatsu understood.
Although she personally didn't care much about gossip—
In fact, back in her previous life, she had been the type to directly punch anyone who bullied her—
Her mind drifted briefly into memory.
Back then…
Some classmates mocked her for liking anime.
Bulldozer A: "You still watch anime?"
Bulldozer B: "That stuff is so childish."
Bulldozer C: "I stopped watching that when I was ten."
Bully Ding: "I…"
Chinatsu: Rising Dragon Fist of Mount Lu!!!
She had instantly thrown a punch straight into the bully's chin.
"Don't underestimate anime culture, you idiot!!!"
And just like that, she had unleashed an imaginary combo of Rasengan, Chidori, and even Kamehameha—mentally, at least—while very physically knocking out a few teeth.
From that day on…
She became the most feared person in class.
Returning to reality, Chinatsu looked at Sasuke again.
"Since you don't want to go out, we won't."
"Really?!"
Sasuke immediately looked up, relief and happiness appearing on his face.
"Sister cooking herself… it's been so long since I had your food!"
In his memory, Chinatsu had always been the perfect older sister—graceful, kind, elegant, and incredibly skilled in domestic matters.
Her cooking… was something he trusted completely.
Chinatsu froze.
Cooking?
Her brain went completely blank.
As a former shut-in… cooking was practically an alien concept to her.
Wait… didn't I inherit her memories?
She quickly shut her eyes, desperately searching through the fragments of Chinatsu's past experiences.
Cooking… kitchen… preparation…
After intense effort—
She finally found something.
"Alright… leave it to me!"
Chinatsu opened her eyes confidently, patted Sasuke's shoulder, and marched toward the kitchen like a warrior heading into battle.
This… was her first real cooking attempt.
Inside the kitchen, she found ingredients—eggs, utensils, and a simple iron pan.
Then—
She froze.
"What should I make? Fried eggs? How do you even fry eggs?"
The question echoed repeatedly in her mind.
She took a deep breath.
Focus.
Recall the memory.
Fried eggs… fried eggs…
Got it!
Her eyes snapped open.
Crack!
She smashed the egg open with one hand.
The yolk splattered awkwardly into the pan—along with pieces of shell.
And it wasn't even centered.
A vein bulged on her forehead.
Again.
Crack!
Again!
Crack!
Again!
"…I refuse to believe this is so difficult."
Chinatsu closed her eyes, calming herself completely.
When she opened them again—
Her pupils had turned crimson.
Three tomoe rotated slowly within them.
The Sharingan.
A kekkei genkai unique to the Uchiha clan, capable of enhancing perception, tracking movement, copying techniques, and casting genjutsu.
And now—
It was being used…
To fry an egg.
With the Sharingan activated, the world seemed to slow down.
Every movement became precise. Every angle, every motion—perfectly calculated.
"Alright… this time…"
She carefully cracked the egg.
No shell fragments.
Perfect yolk placement.
Flawless execution.
"Yes!"
She nodded in satisfaction.
Completely unaware that she had spent nearly half an hour achieving this result.
Meanwhile—
At the dining table, Sasuke had collapsed forward, completely drained.
His stomach growled loudly.
"Sister… you're taking too long…"