Day 35
You and your family departed from Konoha, leaving behind the smoke, the whispers, and the silence that followed Elder Homura's funeral.
Your destination: the Land of Lightning.
Long ago, the Uchiha clan maintained cordial ties with the daimyo of Lightning—back when they had guarded the Blood Pond Clan at his request. It was that fragile bridge of friendship that now sheltered your fleeing household.
The mountains of Lightning were steep and wild, their peaks veined with thunder. When you arrived, the air tasted of rain and iron, as if the world itself had been reforged by storm.
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Day 40
The capital city accepted you cautiously.
Your father, a Jonin Uchiha, pledged allegiance to the daimyo and was granted a minor post within the Lightning administration. You, in turn, became the son of a recognized noble—though not a hereditary one.
Your home was small but clean. For the first time, you could sleep without fearing a knock at the door in the dead of night.
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Day 58
Life began to settle.
You practiced shuriken throwing and the three-body technique in the courtyard, while your mother hummed softly under the veranda's eaves.
But peace in exile rarely lasts.
That afternoon, your mother's trembling voice broke the calm.
She told you what had happened in Konoha.
Fugaku Uchiha and the elite of the clan—the ones who had mastered the three-tomoe and two tomoe—rose against the village. They struck the ANBU with vengeance, declaring war upon the Leaf.
And in the end, both sides were consumed by their hatred.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sealed Fugaku using the Shiki Fūjin, binding both their souls together in death. The streets of Konoha ran red with blood and illusion. The Uchiha who survived scattered across nations, taking on new names, new faces, new lives.
That day, the clan was not annihilated—it was dispersed, like ashes carried by the wind.
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Day 91
A small family of Uchiha refugees arrived at your doorstep, weary and hollow-eyed. Your father welcomed them without hesitation.
From then on, your courtyard echoed not only with your shuriken, but with the soft laughter of displaced children.
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Day 300
You turned six.
Old enough for ninja school—if only the capital had one. The nearest academy stood in the Hidden Cloud village, too far and not suitable for your background.
So your father taught you himself, while older refugees shared what techniques they remembered.
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Day 450
The small cluster of Uchiha under your father's care had grown to thirty-two.
Most were non-combatants; a few were students like you, still learning to control chakra flow and illusion weaves.
You trained beside them in open courtyards and under candlelight, feeling the faint pulse of your clan's old pride trying to return to life.
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Day 900
Two and half years passed.
You were seven and a half when you became a genin—later than the legends, earlier than most.
Your sharingan had not yet awakened, but the clan whispered of potential. In a world where survival mattered more than glory, you were already a spark worth protecting.
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Day 1500
Four and a half years since fleeing Konoha. You were nine and a half now—a chūnin, with your first tomoe swirling crimson in your eyes.
Your father's pride was quiet but deep. You could see it in the way he watched you train: the faint smile that never reached his lips.
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Day 2100
You turned eleven.
Two tomoe glimmered faintly in your gaze now, and you commanded a small patrol unit under your father's direct supervision.
Eighty Uchiha lived under your banner in the Land of Lightning—a fragment of what once was, but strong enough to call a clan again.
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Day 3600
By fifteen, you had awakened all three tomoe.
If this were Konoha, they would have called you a genius—perhaps even compared you to Kakashi. But here, among the storms, you were simply another soldier of the Lightning.
Still, your strength spoke for itself. You stood at the top rank of the Jonin, your eyes sharp, your will unbroken.
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Day 3607
You met Sasuke Uchiha.
The name alone carried weight. The last scion of the main family—son of Mikoto and Fugaku.
He arrived with twenty-five Uchiha survivors from the Land of Water, their faces marked by the same ghosts you carried.
Sasuke was different—refined, determined, his eyes burning with the same three tomoe as yours.
He spoke of unity. Of merging the scattered branches into one clan again.
For the first time, you saw not just survival—but purpose.
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Day 3620
Under his leadership, the four surviving Uchiha factions merged.
The daimyo of Lightning recognized you as a minor but official clan, under his banner.
It wasn't Konoha's Fire, but it was something close—a flame reborn in thunder.
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Day 3670
The Fourth Great Ninja War began.
The storm that had once given you shelter now turned to rage.
You marched beside your father, Sasuke and other clan members wearing the fan symbol once again on your back.
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Day 3672
On the battlefield, beneath the howling winds and black clouds, you faced the Second Tsuchikage, Mū.
The clash was short, brutal, and destined.
You sealed him with your own life, your body turning into a vessel of light before the storm swallowed you whole.
Your last thought was simple—
That maybe, in this lifetime, you had protected what little remained of your clan.
Simulation Ended.
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