When the white clouds faded, Akira Uchiha found himself once again standing in his small room.
The faint light filtering through the shoji window felt unreal after the simulation's endless void.
He glanced toward the clock.
No time had passed. Not a second.
A long breath escaped his lips.
If hours or even days had slipped by, his mother would've panicked. This was… relief.
He sat there for a moment, letting the reality of it sink in. Then, curiosity sparked — the Sharingan.
Closing his eyes, he focused. The familiar warmth flooded his pupils.
When he opened them, the mirror reflected a crimson glow, a single tomoe rotating lazily in each iris.
"...Damn," he muttered with a grin. "I really am handsome now. Cool and dashing."
For the first time in two lives, Akira allowed himself to admire the reflection.
He turned, called out, "Mom! I'm going out to play!"
From the kitchen, his mother's voice scolded, "Not now! The sun's overhead!"
But Akira was already sprinting outside. His mother chuckled softly as he disappeared around the corner.
"What's with him today?" she said, amused. "So full of energy…"
---
The boy ran through the streets until he reached a familiar slope — a mound beside a shallow canal.
He knew this place. The chakra-restricting alloy box, the detonating talismans — they were buried nearby.
After more than an hour of searching, his fingers finally struck metal.
"There you are," he whispered.
He packed the box into a shopping bag and ran back home, his mind already buzzing.
" With the Sharingan and that technique, I may not win… but I can always escape."
And then, with a small grin:
" Or erase anyone who stands in my way."
The Limit Separation Technique — the Second Tsuchikage's annihilation cube — was his hidden ace.
Unlike the original, his version was instantaneous, silent, and remote. No chakra flare, no warning.
He considered his options:
Danzo and Root — dangerous, unpredictable.
Hiruzen — strategic but risky; Danzo might seize power afterward.
Or… when all four Konoha elders gathered for a meeting — a single strike to end them all.
The last option seemed perfect. But Akira knew better than to rush.
"System," he said. "Can I do a daily simulation now?"
[No. Daily simulations reset every 24 hours. Try again tomorrow.]
He sighed, disappointed but understanding. For now, he spent the day playing with Aruna, throwing shuriken, predicting trajectories, running through obstacles.
By nightfall, he was exhausted but… happy.
For once, the stress that had shadowed him across two lives was gone.
He was in control.
---
Morning came with mist through the window.
"Akira!" his mother called. "Go wash up and come for breakfast!"
"I'm coming!"
After lunch, he returned to his room, anticipation glowing on his face.
"Let's do a daily simulation today," he whispered. "Time to plan properly."
He expected the soft clouds and the heavenly bed from Lucky Mode — but the screen turned black instead.
"Where's my cloud bed?!" he demanded.
[Only Lucky Mode has that feature.]
He slumped. "Damn loophole catchers…"
Still, he focused as the words appeared:
Day 1: You train with Sasuke and the others.
Day 3: You wander Konoha, gathering intel. You meet Akichi Sarutobi.
"Hey, Uchiha brat," Akichi smirked. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," you replied smoothly. "Just wandering around. Heard there's a high-level meeting coming soon."
"You don't even know that?" Akichi laughed. "Four days from now. The elders are meeting about Cloud Shinobi attacks near the border."
You froze. "Cloud Shinobi… attacked?"
"The war never ended, idiot," Akichi said. "Small skirmishes always happen. Treaties only stop the big wars."
Akira nodded thoughtfully. So that's how the world really works.
"Kishimoto really skipped the good parts," you muttered under your breath.
"Eh?"
"Nothing, Akichi-ni-sama," you grinned.
Flattery worked — Akichi puffed his chest proudly.
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Day 7. The day of the Konoha high council meeting.
You visited the Uchiha compound early that morning.
Mikoto opened the door, smiling kindly. "Oh, Akira. Sasuke's at school. Want to join us for breakfast?"
"I already ate, Aunt Mikoto," you said politely. "I just need to meet Clan Leader Fugaku. My father asked me to pass a message."
She nodded. "He's in the guest room."
Fugaku sat there calmly, sipping tea. His gaze was sharp, unreadable.
"What message?" he asked.
You didn't answer immediately. Instead, you activated your one-tomoe Sharingan.
Fugaku's cup halted midair. Shock flickered behind his eyes. Even Itachi hadn't awakened it this early.
Itachi opened his Sharingan at the age of eight after witnessing his teammate, Tenma Izumo, die.
When he regained composure, he said, "You could've shown this at the clan meeting. Why come here?"
You sighed. "You misunderstand. I didn't come for recognition."
Then softly, you added, "Last night, I had a dream."
Fugaku raised an eyebrow. "A dream?"
"I met an older brother," You said. "He had a strange Sharingan — three blades connected. He called it the Mangekyō Sharingan. He said he used it to send a transcription seal to me from the future."
Fugaku's expression hardened. He formed hand signs and activated a sealing jutsu across the room.
"Continue."
"He said the seal contains a jutsu — the Limit Separation Technique of the Second Tsuchikage. He told me the Uchiha clan are trapped in a time-space loop."
You explained the concept — a self-sustaining cycle where a technique passes from future to past endlessly. Fugaku listened, silent but sharp.
"So your future clan member sent you this," Fugaku said slowly. "And you're meant to use it… to preserve that future."
You nodded. "He said the Konoha high council plans the Uchiha massacre. If I use this jutsu during today's meeting, we can prevent it — permanently."
Fugaku's face went pale. "You're talking about assassinating all of Konoha's leadership at once."
You didn't flinch. "If we don't, the clan dies tonight."
After a long silence, Fugaku whispered, "...Very well."
Then louder, "Mikoto! Akira will stay here today."
---
That afternoon, the sun hung low.
From the Uchiha balcony, You could see the distant Hokage Tower.
Beside you stood Fugaku and Itachi.
"Are you ready?" Fugaku asked.
Akira nodded.
The one-tomoe Sharingan ignited crimson. Your right hand rose, trembling slightly.
"Transcription Seal: Limit Separation Technique."
A silent flash — white, pure, absolute.
No sound, no explosion — just erasure.
Where the Hokage Tower once stood, there was nothing. Not rubble, not smoke — only a deep rectangular void carved into the earth.
All of Konoha trembled. Hawks screamed, alarms blared, chaos spread.
Fugaku turned to you, eyes wide but composed.
"Go home and rest," he said quietly. "We'll handle the rest."
You bowed and left. But halfway home, the world twisted.
A figure stood in the shadows — Itachi.
Crimson Mangekyō eyes gleamed.
Before you could move, a kunai flashed.
"Y-you beast… you son of two fathers—!"
The blade pierced your throat. Darkness claimed you.
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> Simulation Ended.
Akira stared at the floating text, trembling with fury.
"You son of a bitch! I saved your father, and this is how you repay me?!"
For ten minutes, the void echoed with his curses.
Finally, he calmed, analyzing it all.
So Fugaku trusted me again…
Maybe in the original world, his hesitation caused the massacre. Maybe this time, my interference changed his path — but Itachi still struck out of twisted loyalty.
The screen flickered.
> Simulation Rewards:
1. Memory of your death
2. Itachi's Kunai
3. Date and time of the meeting
Akira sighed. "No Dust Release this time, huh…"
He chose the third option.
Instantly, new knowledge flooded his mind — the exact date and hour the Konoha meeting will happen.
He opened his eyes, looking out at the setting sun.
For the first time since awakening the Sharingan, Akira smiled brightly.
The future was bright again.
And this time — he would decide its shape.
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