Chapter One. "You can be a King or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper" -Robert Alton Harris
There are many questions about what happens when we die. Is there an afterlife? A heaven and hell? Maybe, I know reincarnation is definitely a thing, but we'll get to that in a moment. I don't really remember dying per se, more like quick flashes here and there of a firefight, (I was a soldier) running, ducking, shooting, screaming the unmistakable sound of ripping paper which signaled an RPG, an explosion, and then nothing. Straight black. I've worked out in the years since that I may have caught a piece of shrapnel from the RPG or some shithead got a lucky shot off while I was dazed, either way, I was dead. Now on to the reincarnation.
It was weird at first, like you're floating in pure darkness, and then a feeling of being pulled, pushed, and pain. I screamed but didn't really hear anything, and then I saw a light and the next thing I new, I could hear my screaming which didn't sound right but I still couldn't see very well. Turns out babies eyes aren't that great, not that I knew I was a baby at the time. I kept hearing the word Takezo and, I tried to move and talk but nothing seemed to work right. My first fear was that I'd been in a coma and everything had atrophied to the point where I couldn't use them. This belief however, went away very quickly as I soon figured out through the haze that was my vision that I was being picked up and carried very easily. Now, when I died I was around five foot eleven and about two-hundred and twenty pounds. So even if I'd lost the muscle and fat, I couldn't have been easy to lug around due to my length.
For better of for worse my eyes started to actually work after a couple of weeks (I think, couldn't really keep track of time) with a good degree of clarity to find that, I was a baby. On one hand, I had in fact died. So, that sucked. On the other hand, I had got a second chance so I did something right to someone and some higher power decided I wasn't done living yet, so, yay on that. Now I needed to figure out where and when I was. This, is where I freaked out and cried like, well, a baby. My parents had taken me out on a walk around the town where we were living. I studied the buildings and people as intensely as a baby with no motor function to speak of can, and I was quickly coming to the conclusion that I was somewhere both terrifying and awesome at the same time.
The thing is, my family, the old one that is, had a weird ability to memorize and recite movies and TV shows to the point where myself, my dad, and my grandfather could have full conversations in quotes. I was also a fan of anime and manga, Japanese cartoons and comics, one in particular was my favorite. Naruto. I had practically the whole universe memorized, and now as a baby I was looking at one of the most recognizable things in said universe. The Hokage monument. Hard to miss faces carved into the side of a mountain like Mount Rushmore. I freaked at this. Like I said, this was equal parts awesome and terrifying. It was awesome because, well superpowers. Super strength, speed, stamina, and wielding the power of elements to fight. All the things a kid could dream of. It was also terrifying because I knew what was coming, and it was not even remotely close to good.
After about a minute or two of crying and flailing about which my parents did their best to placate me I finally calmed down, I needed to focus, figure out what time period I was in. Maybe I'd missed the war. Looking up at the monument I saw three faces, so no. Ok so clearly before the ascension of Minato Namikaze otherwise known as the Fourth Hokage, so I had atleast a rough idea now, that was good. Next was to figure out what I was going to do. Clearly I was going to go and become a shinobi, no brainer there. I couldn't think of a way to gather more information about who was alive and who wasn't at the moment and presumably not in the near future. So for now I'd plan and I'd attempt to figure out how to access my chakra.
I knew that I'd likely been born inside the Hidden Leaf Village itself as it hadn't been that far of a walk before I saw the monument, which meant I had a good chance of being born to shinobi parents, which meant I'd have access to chakra, unless I ended up like Rock Lee and had malformed chakra coils. Didn't have to worry about that thankfully and actually, accessing my chakra was much easier than I thought it would be. Imagine a second set of vains running through your body, and it's like it's filled with hot chocolate or fresh coffee. It was awesome, and good progress that I could feel it so young and I tried to repeat it over and over again until I made it back home where I made my second discovery.
I was an Uchiha. The unmistakable Uchiha crest that was on the front door of our house was a dead giveaway. It Made sense the more I looked at my parents, my mothers soft more rounded features and long black hair with long bangs covering half of her face and rounded onxy eyes contrasted by my fathers sharper longer features with dark brown hair styled in something akin to a high and tight with far more almond shaped eyes. These were good things offset by the fact that unless I got real strong real fast I would likely be dead before I was into my mid twenties when Itachi would be ordered to wipe out the clan. If I planned right and was strong enough I might be able to prevent it and if not then at least be able to fight, possibly force him to retreat, or maybe even kill him. the latter was unlikely at best and impossible at worst, and I didn't really want to kill him either. I knew he didn't want to kill his clan but more or less had to in order to keep a civil war from occurring and to protect his little brother. Not to mention Obito was involved and that complicated matters even more.
But, I couldn't focus on that now, no for now I would have to wait and play the part of a child. I'll admit I have no Idea how any of us make it through childhood in the first place, especially the infant and toddlers ages, not being able to move or communicate was maddening and I put all my effort into those at first. I picked it all up rather quickly thankfully, possibly due to my brains old memories and that Uchihas are for the most part, gifted naturals at pretty much everything. I was making normal baby sounds by five months, actual words by a year, short sentences by a year and a half, and full on conversations by two.
I'd picked up walking around the time I was a year and a half old after much trial and error, and pain, and was actually, mostly stable by two. My mother, Himari, was so delighted when I started talking, I don't think I'd ever seen someone that excited before. As soon as I'd said 'mama' she squealed and lifted me up cheering, saying she was so proud of her little Takezo and swinging me around in her arms, which did not sit well with my toddler stomach and resulted in me vomiting all over her which made her laugh even more, which I found weird. My father, Kaito, on the other hand had much the same reaction when I happened to walk into the living room and grab him for something. It hadn't occurred to me that neither of them had seen me walk and that, as a toddler this was a big thing.
While all this was happening I'd been working on chakra manipulation, I'd found I had a nack for sensing as I could always track my parents if they were in the house which, since they were shinobi was much more difficult than most people realize. When they walk, they dont make a sound, common for shinobi but also annoying for a child who doesn't like surprises. I kept working on my chakra to help build my reserves but also control, on top of that I also took up reading, on all subjects I could, History, Culture, literature, most importantly, chakra theory in reference to application of ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, Fuinjutsu, ect. My introvert tendencies took over really hard at this point so I didn't really play with other kids which was slightly concerning to my parents but they didn't bother me about it too much.
Finally, when I was about four and a half I decided to finally ask my parents about enrolling me into the Academy for Ninja. I remember finding my dad in the evening while mom had already gone to bed, he'd just returned from a mission sitting at the dining room table, he looked up at me and gave a tired smile.
"Takezo, what brings you down here?" I was admittedly nervous.
I wanted to be a shinobi but at the same time, a parents worst nightmare was for their child to die and there was a good chance of that happening in this line of work. I would occasionally wonder what my old family was doing and how they were handling everything. Probably not well, a divorce had already happened and relationships were strained at best for most of my immediate family. I shook the thought, took a deep breath, and looked at him.
"Dad" Ok here goes.
"I, I want to be a shinobi." I let out a little quietly.
He didn't say anything for what seemed like an eternity, I couldn't bear the silence and the ground became really interesting as I waited for his response. He hummed thoughtfully, and closed his eyes in thought. I snuck a quick peak at hin trying to get a read on him. He opened his eyes and seemed to search every inch of my being, I straightened up trying to look him in the eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked, face set in stone.
In all honesty I didn't really have to be nervous, wanting to be a shinobi was common in the clan, and if I didn't decide what I wanted to do soon the clan would pressure the family to make me a shinobi. But I was still a kid so maybe my parents would say no. I nodded my head. He sighed and then smiled slightly.
"Alright then. Tomorrow morning I'll take you down to the lake and I'll give you a test. If you pass then I'll fill out the paperwork for the academy." He finished with a thoughtful look adorning his face. I swallowed.
"And if I fail?" He just waved his hand.
"Then there's always next year. Now go get some sleep, you're gonna have to get up early."
He then shewed me off to bed and went back to whatever he was doing before. I did my best to force myself to sleep, but much like my old self, sleep was something that didn't really come that easy. I had a faint idea of what dads test was going to be as I layed there trying to think of a way to sleep I decided to focus on my chakra. As soon as I'd discovered my chakra when I was younger I'd been been absolutely fascinated by it, I layed on my bed with my eyes closed feeling my chakra course through my body, the soothing almost safe feeling of it warming me and eventually, without me even noticing. Pulling me into sleep, already one point for the shinobi world.
Dad woke me up probably around four in the morning, the sun hadn't come up yet and didn't look like it would for awhile. Mom was up as well and had already made breakfast, she smiled, said good morning and ruffled my slightly unruly hair before disappearing into the house somewhere else. While odd I figured it had to do with me wanting to become a shinobi and her disagreeing. I looked to dad who seemed to have a knowing smile and almost a gleam in his eyes and looked just all around happy, weird. After breakfast, dad and I left and walked to the lake situated in the forest on the outskirts of the Uchiha compound. Once we got there dads face seemed to take on a more teacher like appearance.
"If you want to become a shinobi worthy of the Uchiha name then you need to be able to meet certain standards." He gained a slight smirk before blurring into a number of hand seals.
'Fire Style: Great Firball Jutsu!' He said before expelling, well, a great fireball over the lake. It was about the size of a sedan and to my eyes, absolutely awesome!
He turned to face me completely stone faced.
"That is your end goal. If you can perform that Jutsu then I'll sign off." I studied him, that was just to easy, and I voiced said opinion.
"Ok, but you said standards, so what are the rest?" The corners of his lips turned upwards in a slight smirk.
"Not bad, you were paying attention. I was half expecting you to rush right into trying it." He said with slight praise before reaching into his kunai holster and throwing one into a branch of a nearby tree about fifteen feet off the ground.
"Your second task is to retrieve that kunai. I'm not expecting you to figure out tree walking yet but, all shinobi can enhance their physical skills and attributes with chakra so reaching that even at your age is doable." He then directed my attention to some logs arranged in a semi circle and brought me to about the middle point in between the last two logs on each side which if I were staring straight ahead were just on the outside of my peripheral vision.
"The final task is to be able to bullseye each one of these targets while only keeping your head and body straight. Sometimes you may find yourself chasing an enemy who may have friends around you and you need to keep your eyes on him but be able to engage those around you."
I both mentally high fived and slapped myself, on one hand I'd been slightly right on guessing the test at least on the fireball Jutsu part. I'd remembered Itachi and Sasuke having to perform said jutsu for their dad, although maybe that wasn't a test so much as a right of passage thing but it would make for a good test so at least to me the logic made sense. I slapped myself for not running and playing more though. For someone my age I'd say I had much better chakra control than most but was lacking physically, or at least as much as an almost five year old could have.
"The deadline for academy applications is in three weeks. So I'd recommend you put in some serious work if you want to make it." Dad said while walking back towards the lake.
We then spent the rest of the morning going over things that would help point me in the right direction. First how to properly hold and throw kunai and shuriken. Second how access, move and apply chakra for physical augmentation along with exercises to help strengthen my body itself. Lastly, hand seals, how to mold and change the nature of chakra, exercises to increase flexibility, dexterity, and mobility of my hands like cats cradle, finger and thumb touches ect, and finally the hand seals necessary for the great fireball jutsu. By this time the sun was coming up, dad said that he was going to run some errands for mom and would be back later, a quick check for his chakrs showed that he was, in fact not running errands for mom but instead hanging out in the woods far enough that he was out of eyesight and I suspect he didn't know I could or didn't think I would check for him.
Either way I settled in for a long three weeks. After the first day where I mostly flailed around the field trying and failing to jump up a tree, looking like a moron forming hand seals and getting nothing but sprained fingers, throwing kunai at targets, missing by miles running to pick them up and the exercises thrown in between them dad finally came out of hiding and walked me home where I took a shower, ate dinner and went to sleep. The next day however I woke up early by myself this time, made breakfast and left for the lake by myself, This time I set a schedule. Three hours spent focusing exclusively on one task, and then another three on a different one ect. Sometimes dad wouldn't hide and would actually watch like a normal person, and more often than not mom would stop by and drop off lunch and even watch and offer advice. That's where I found out my mom was actually a shinobi at one time as well and a pretty good teacher.
Within the first week I'd managed to be able to jump up and get the kunai down from the tree, cool, so one task down and two more to go. The kunai targets were the next task I completed, I figured out that using my sensory skills I could feel the disturbance they caused in the air around it. Admittedly it was like picking a needle out of static made of more needles at first but eventually I figured it out. I also realized that I probably had a far more developed sensing ability than I initially thought but I'd investigate that later. With two of the three task down and a week and a half left to go before the deadline I dedicated twelve out of the eighteen hours of training I did to getting the jutsu down. I was beginning to run myself ragged, some would look at it as extreme dedication to training while most would see it as almost idiotic levels of self punishment, but to me it was something that had to be done.
I had to make it into the academy, had to train like this so that I could become stronger especially since the news broke that the second shinobi world war had ended. This in itself was both good and bad. Good because, the war was over even though it was mostly fought in another nation and casualties were relatively small compared to what they could have been and it now gave me a better frame of reference for what time I was in, but it was also bad because I had about a decade until the next war started up and if I wanted to change the normal history and prevent some serious damage and possibly my family and myself from being murdered then I needed to be as strong as possible. A few days before the deadline my dad stopped me from going out in the morning and told me that I was going to take the day off, when I say told I really mean ordered me to take the day off.
At this point mom and dad never really ordered me to do anything before so there was a bit of a shock since I'd came home, I'd have probably laughed had it been my mom. So since I didn't go out to train I stayed home and did something I hadn't done in a long time. I slept, and slept and stayed asleep. I woke up the next day around noon to the sound of shouting and giggling, I managed to rouse myself from the heaven that was my bed and walked into the spare room to find my mother sitting on a chair knitting a small blanket with a large smile gracing her face and looking like she was about to burst at the seams with excitement while my dad with his bandaged fingers looked the same while he was busy fushing with... a crib?
What was goi- wait, oh, small blanket, crib, parents practically glowing. Only one answer.
"So when's the baby due?" I said trying to sound as uninterested as possible while trying to hide my excitement, and failing.
Both mom and dad looked at me with stunned faces, my guess is trying to figure out how I knew since we hadn't exactly covered the birds and bees yet. Sometimes having all my old memories were good for surprises. Both started laughing until my mom regained some semblance of composure.
"Well, I was gonna tell you before but your father told me that you were going to start training so I decided I'd wait until after you'd be accepted into the academy." She said in her usual soft voice. Dad meanwhile just shrugged
"We still don't know wether it's a boy or girl and your mom wants to be surprised but it'll be a while until the baby comes so dont worry about that. Besides, don't you have training to be doing young man?" He finished with a slight shit-eating grin.
My eyes widened as I realized that I'd waisted the first half of the day sleeping, I managed to get washed, dressed, and grabbed a small bento (boxed lunch) that was waiting by the door as I rushed out and to the lake. The Lake was about a mile away from the house and I could now make it in about six minutes if I was boosting myself which was far better than I could ever hope to do in my past life. After setting my stuff down and catching my breath I walked out to the pier, I watched my reflection in the lake for a moment.
I taken to doing this every morning once the sun came up, partly to remind myself that I was, infact, in a new body and had a new life, and partly because I would have to motivate myself, even if I pushed myself to the point of collapse and wanted to quit I knew I couldn't, I wouldn't say I have a hero complex, it goes alot deeper than that. I always hated seeing people upset, I hated when people cried, I hated bullies. If I could have it my way, we'd all live in a peaceful utopia, I think most people would like that, however I was and still am a realist, there was no way that could ever be achieved, humans just dont work like that. That's why I became a soldier in the first place, was to help people. Some would find that as a little odd, helping people by killing people, seems kinda counter intuitive but, it was the only way that I saw as having even a remote chance of working so I took it.
The difference this time is that I know what's coming and how massive the power gap is between the members of the Akatsuki and, say an average Jonin was... substantial to say the least, and that's not even taking guys like Madara into account. Taking all that in, and the fact that I couldn't even perform a simple fireball jutsu definitely made me feel like I was biting off more than I could chew. Objectively I knew that I was being too hard on myself, I always had been my worst critic, and I had made excellent progress all things considered, but like they say, old habits die hard.
That said, I did my usual warm up of ten minutes of cats cradle, practice all hand seals ten times and ten minutes of deep breathing. With one last deep breath I started, horse, serpant, ram, monkey, boar, horse, tiger. As I went through each seal I could feel my chakra moving and molding itself to the center of my being. I breathed in.
Now, I'm not really sure how to describe the feeling of transforming the nature of chakra but, I'll give it a shot. If you've ever flicked on a lighter or lit a match you hear a short 'swick' sound, this is essentially the sound of friction creating sparks to ignite the fuel source. Well, imagine feeling that sound. Then imagine the heat that comes with that feeling and needing to expel that heat. My recurring problem was mostly panicking and not controlling the expulsion of my chakra. When I'd panic I'd lose focus which caused the accumulated chakra to disperse back into my body. This time however, I was ready for that feeling and didn't lose my focus. I pushed the chakra up, out and into a brilliant ball of orange fire.
I am perfectly willing to admit that I did jump and yell in excitement, and then attempted to repeat my success. Deep breath, seven hand seals, move, and mold the chakra, feel the ignition.
'Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!'
Once again a large ball of fire made its way over the lake. I did it again! This was so cool! I was so excited that I didn't notice that, I was collapsing, it wasn't until I hit the water that I realized that I'd horribly overdone it and had actually hit chakra exhaustion. In a nutshell your body will usually shut down and put it self into a coma like self when you hit severe chakra exhaustion, anything less and it usually isn't much worse then say, getting the flu or something along those lines minus the fever. So when I hit the water and tried to start swimming my body just wouldn't respond. Found out I make a pretty anchor, I was sinking fast and was pretty sure that this was it, my lungs were screaming and my vision was beginning to fade when I felt a arm wrap around me and hall me up above the water line.
"Jeez you're heavy!"
I vaguely heard my rescuer say as he swam both of us to shore while I tried to suck in as much air as possible. As I got my breathing under control and the effects of my self induced oxygen deprivation subsided I looked over at my rescuer and was surprised to find a kid no older than me with short black spikey hair wearing a blue jumpsuit.
"Thanks for the save... uhh?" The kid gained a big goofy smile.
"No problem, Obito Uchiha's the name! What's yours?"
Oh crapbaskets.
That was pretty much the only thought that ran through my head, but I managed to fake a smile and force out a reply.
"Takezo, Takezo Uchiha." I said as casually as possible.
To me it was kinda like meeting kid hitler. He didn't know that he was going to be a bad guy, but I did, and I didn't quite know how to handle it.
"I saw you doing the fireball jutsu so I ran over to come meet you but then I saw you fall in. Which by the way, are you ok? Oh oh, can you teach me the fireball jutsu? Please please please?"
He rattled off those questions and more so fast I actually couldn't understand what he he was saying. He was also, much to my chagrin, inching closer and closer with each question and was quickly coming into my personal space. Usually I wouldn't mind this but, A, I'd just met him, and B, he was kind of annoying, I realized I wasn't dealing with the architect of a world war, I was dealing with a kid. A kid who at this point wanted nothing more than to be a shinobi and become the Hokage.
"Whoah, Whoah, Whoah. Slow down man. One question at a time, and uh... could you back up just a little please. You're a little to close." I said.
He looked down then back up to me realizing that he was practically face to face with me. He hopped back scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin.
"Heh, Sorry. I get a little excited sometimes." He said while laughing nervously. He then refocused on me.
"So are you gonna go to the academy?" I nodded.
"Yep. My dad told me I had to be able to use the clans signature jutsu in order to go to the academy." Obito beamed at my answer.
"That's so cool! I'm going too! Hey! Do you wanna train together?" He said excitedly.
I thought it over, it might not be a bad idea. If we trained together and pushed each other to get stronger then he might not get crushed by a boulder and then not be captured by Madara and turned into an instrument of destruction. Or it might not make a difference at all other than helping me get stronger. Yeah, the answer was a no brainer.
"Yeah that'd be cool. Are your parents gonna be ok with you coming to train with me though?" His carefree face took a on a more sullen appearance for a moment before flipping back again.
"I live with my grandmother, but she's really cool and even used to be a kunoichi back before the village was founded! She said that if I wanted to be a shinobi and wanted to train I could, as long as I do my chores." Well, that answered a question the show didn't.
Not that they really needed to but, hey why not.
"Well if it isn't little Obito." we turned around to see my my dad strolling up to us.
Obito seemed to straighten at the sight of him and gain a rather large smile.
"Hey mister Kaito!" Dad chuckled at Obitos excitement.
"What are you boys up to? And why are you soaking wet?" I did my best to look like I didn't know what he was talking about. Obito on the other hand.
"Oh, well I was walking by when I saw a huge fireball!" He started flailing his arms excitedly in a attempt to show the size of said fire ball.
"I saw it again and ran over to ask whoever was doing it to show me how and that's when I saw Takezo falling into the lake, and then when he didn't come back up I jumped in and swam us back to shore!" Obito finished while also trying to breath.
He's certainly excitable.
Dad meanwhile just kinda raised an eyebrow at me.
"Takezo." He said causing me to sit up straight as a board.
"Congratulations. You've passed the test." I blinked.
"Wait, so you don't want to see me do it?" Dad shook his head.
"I doubt you can stand very well let alone preform any jutsu right now.
He wasnt wrong.
"That said why dont we go home and eat, it's about lunch time after all. I'll sign your papers and will drop them off at the academy afterwards." He reached down and picked me putting me on his shoulders.
He looked back at Obito while we started walking.
"You coming Obito?"
Obito seemed to quit literally shoot off the ground with a big toothy grin so wide that seemed to threaten to cut his face in two. We ended up hanging out the whole day, there was something relaxing about being around him, and his perpetual grin and cheery attitude was damn near infectious. We would eventually hand out every day leading up to school. we'd train in the morning, sometimes dad would supervise, sometimes mom, sometimes it would even be his grandmother who I learned later was named Okimi.
About a week before my class at the academy was supposed to start we had an orientation of sorts, so we could kinda learn our way around the school, for the non shinobi parents to learn what kind of classes their kids would be taking part in, and for me, finding out who of note (other than Obito, Rin Nohara, and Kakashi Hatake) would be taking part in my class. We were gathered in a auditorium of sorts when I found myself perched on my dads shoulders looking for anyone slightly familiar.
Judging by a boisterous personality and rather large eyebrows from both a father and son, I think I found a very young Might Guy and his dad whos name I believe was Might Duy, not sure how or where their names work or come from to be honest. There were a boy and a girl talking together in a corner, the boy was doing his best to seem impressive and macho and the girl, who had striking red eyes, seemed to be humoring him, my guess was that this was Asuma Sarutobi, and Kurenai Yuhi. A girl with purple hair wearing a tan jacket and shinobi mesh nawing on some dango had to be Anko Mitarashi. The whole thing lasted only a few hours, Dad was talking with one of the chunin teachers when somebody bumped into me causing me to stumble.
Said person turned around allowing me to get a good look at none other than Kakashi Hatake. Unmistakable white hair, mask covering the lower part of his face, paint peeling scowl showing unresolved trauma from watching your dad kill himself. Yep, definitely young Kakashi.
"Watch were your going."
I started trying to think of something witty to say since he was the one to bump into me but by the time the first words were formed he was already walking away. My first impression of possibly my favorite character from the entire series.
Dick.
I ended up finding Obito chatting away with a girl our age with purple tattoos on her face which identified her as Rin. Whereas Kakashi was the definition of Jackass. Rin was the definition of politeness. Like with Obito, Rin and I became friends inside of about twenty minutes. Dad took me, Obito, and Rin (After a little convincing and puppy eyes from Obito which surprised me at how well it worked) out to eat that night to celebrate our enrollment. It was a fun evening all told. Rin left after we exited the restaurant saying she needed to get back home, I later found out it was an orphanage. Obito, showing that he'd already fell for her like a meteor offered to walk her home almost as soon as the words finished leaving her mouth. She agreed and the two left me and my dad alone to make the journey back to the clan grounds.
It was a rather quiet journey until we made it to the outside of our house, dad stopped first, turning towards me with a soft look on his face.
"Takezo." He started.
"I want you to listen close to me." I gave a nod in acknowledgment.
"I know you've made some friends already, but don't stop." He seemed to be struggling to find away to say what he wanted to.
"Did I ever tell you the story of the Uchiha clans curse?"
Oh. I knew what he was talking about but I shook my head no since he never had told me anyway.
"Their is one thing about our clan that most don't know about. That our clan values love above all else. We tend to conceal it most of the time because of our clans reputation but it's true. To me it's the truly wonderful thing about our clan but, there is downside to that love. When the person we love and value so much is taken away it awakens something inside of us."
He closed his eyes for a moment. When they opened a moment later they were red, a ring with three tomo around the pupil giving off an eerie glow in the darkness of the night.
"The Sharigan is our clans greatest strength. But, it usually comes at the cost of replacing our love with hate when that which we love is taken from us. Most are able to control this hate enough not to lose themselves to it thanks to the people around us who love us and are able to help us through it. Others though. open themselves to it, drowning in it until it consumes them, turning then into monsters who seek to bring the world down with them."
He gave a long sigh, trying to think of what to say next.
"You're going to lose friends, that's just a part of being a shinobi. You will feel the pull of hatred eventually, but if you have good friends who will be there for you when you're at your lowest. Never forget that, it'll help you deal with the issues that you'll face, become a better person, and become a better shinobi."
He finished with the best fatherly smile he could give, his Sharingan fading away as he stood back up and walked inside. Admittedly it wasn't the best pep talk, but I got the message, and considering that the vast majority of Uchiha were arrogant pricks who would sooner drag themselves over broken glass than admit a failing of themselves and or especially the clan spoke volumes about the type of person my dad was. That night as I layed in bed I couldn't help but wonder, what if, in my crusade to change this world ended up with me being the bad guy? That could and likely would end horribly for everyone. I knew who was powerful, what role everyone played, weaknesses. as much as I could change it for the better, I could do the same but for the worst.
Yeah, needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night.
A/N What's up guys. So for anyone who follows my other story don't worry about me abandoning it. Things got in the way of me finishing chapter three and now I'm doing a full rewrite of it so it will be coming soon. This however is something I've actually wanted to do for a long time but didn't really know how to go about it until I found a little number called 'Catch your breath' By Lang Noi which is an awesome story (and better written if you ask me.) and it inspired me to actually give this a whirl. I'll see yall soon. Later!
PS. Dont know why it was so condensed at first. Thank you for bringing it to my attention I thought I had spaced it out before, hard to do well when I do all of the writing on my phone because I'm a scrub who can't work a comp well.