The next morning, Akira woke before dawn. Light seeped through the shōji in thin, pale bands; the village still smelled of damp earth and cooking smoke. He ate quickly, then sat at the window, hands folded on his knees — calm, alert, ready.
"Last time… I was reckless," he murmured to himself. "That won't happen again."
His reflection in the glass was a pale boy with too-old eyes. In the previous simulation he had erased all four of Konoha's high council together with other high-ranking leaders — a single, clean strike. He'd watched the world unravel afterward. This time he had to think beyond rage and one-solution thinking.
"If I destroy every high-level leader at once, every other nation will pounce on konoha like a hungry hyena on a piece of meat.
Even if they don't, the Uchiha will be blamed.
Why are all others killed and only you are alive. Fugaku might not side with me — he's cautious, not suicidal."
He crossed his arms and called the system.
"System, any way to reduce the scale of my attack?"
A calm, metallic voice answered inside his head.
> [The host can exchange Daily Simulation opportunity to reduce the attack volume of the Limit Separation Technique.]
Akira frowned. "Explain."
[Default Limit Separation volume: 100 × 100 × 100 m (1,000,000 m³).]
[Daily Simulation draw can be used as a currency to convert the attack into smaller, precise allocations. You may partition the total reserve into units as small as 1 m³, which can be assigned to a marked target — similar to the Flying Thunder God's coordinate lock.]
[Each allocation consumes that amount from the reserve. Reserve replenishment requires further simulations or specified system rewards.]
A holographic cube of white light bloomed in his vision and broke into tiny cubes until the model looked like grains of rice—each one a potential erasure.
"So it's like a water tank," Akira said slowly, picturing it. "Instead of dumping the whole thing, I can just pour a cup."
[Correct.]
Akira let a small grin slip. "Finally. A system with common sense."
He rubbed his chin, imagination already clicking into place. "So I can mark someone like Danzo and spend only one meter cube to erase him — nothing else touched?"
[Affirmative. However, physical contact or placement of a valid mark on the target is required prior to allocation.]
He exhaled. The Limit Separation Technique was no longer a single, world-shaping bomb. It could be a scalpel — surgical, precise, and sustainable if rationed.
"Alright," he said to the empty room. "I like where this is going."
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That afternoon the village was alive with ordinary noise: vendors calling out, children racing, the scent of fresh bread. Akira walked toward the training grounds and spotted Sasuke.
"Sasuke Nii-sama, good afternoon," Akira called politely.
Sasuke looked up, surprised, then smiled. "Akira. Long time no see. You coming to shuriken practice at evening?"
"Thanks for the invite. I'll be there," Akira replied.
The girls clustered near Sasuke took note of him — that strange mix of cute and sharp, a face that promised trouble for hearts later. Ino watched with mild curiosity, the kind that lodged as an actionable data point in Akira's mind. He nodded once; she blushed and returned the smile.
"Nice," he thought. "At least someone looks at me like I'm a person, not a coup."
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Evening: the training grove thrummed with the sound of shuriken hitting wood. Akira picked up a small handful and threw.
Each throw landed inside the target. Most struck dead center.
The others gaped.
"Cheater!" one boy protested. "You practiced alone, didn't you?"
Akira chuckled. "Not really. I'm just better."
After his sharingan awakened although only one tomoe, his senses have sharpened even if he doesn't activate the sharingan"
A Uchiha's eyes flashed, then cooled. The competitive edge settled between them like static. Akira kept throwing until his arm moved by memory and muscle alone. For the first time in two lives he felt light — a child's joy braided with an adult's control.
"When I was a kid I wanted to grow up fast.
When I grew up, I wanted to be a kid again."
Maybe this time he could be both.
By nightfall he went home tired but oddly peaceful.
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At night he washed, dressed, and breathed, "Let's see what happens if I only target Danzo this time."
The screen went black for a beat, then:
[Daily Simulation — Begin]
Black flame rims licked the edges of the display.
Day 1: You decide not to annihilate all four high-level members. Your objective: neutralize Danzo Shimura and cripple the Root division.
Rationale: removing Root reduces internal threats and lowers the risk of a full-scale war.
"Perfect," Akira murmured.
You spent the whole day gathering intelligence in the small, boring ways that mattered. You asked your father about police and anbu, let old men in the teahouse overexplain, and listened for names dropped like loose coins.
Piece by piece the picture formed: Root was not inside Konoha. Its true anchors lay outside the village — pockets of red on the system's map just beyond the southwest forest.
You enabled the new system feature — the 50 km sensory map (a reward-side effect of the Dust Escape upgrade; if you buy a bomber, you get radar). Blue dots meant civilians; red dots, shinobi. The map looked like a game HUD. A dense cluster of red dots winked far beyond the last ridge.
"Found you," you whispered, marking the coordinates.
You didn't strike immediately. You planted virtual seal over that location, watched movement patterns, and waited. The Root's scouts rotated in predictable rhythms.
Days folded into the simulation calendar: 7, 8, 10… On Day 17 you faced the direction of the Root and used the [ Default Limit Separation jutsu volume: 100 × 100 × 100 m ] when the maximum number of operatives clustered. Danzo might not have been physically present — but removing a core of Root operatives and destroying an external base would, at least temporarily, postpone the larger catastrophe.
Day 18 felt like an earthquake. News spread fast: Shimura Danzo — dead, Uchiha Itachi—dead. The Root base — devastated. Visible plumes of smoke rose for kilometers; the explosion was literal and symbolic. Konoha's F4 was now diminished to konoha F3 — panic and accusation rippled through the village.
By Day 21, the Hidden Fire Village accused the Hidden Earth Village of foul play.
By Day 27, the Tsuchikage Ōnoki arrived with fifty ninjas to inspect the site, clearing his country's name publicly — whatever price he paid later it was said that all this was because Danzo was committing forbidden ninjutsu development and it backfired.
The simulation's timeline kept folding.
Day 300: You, aged six, began your Academy classes.
Day 675: in a fight you opened your one-tomoe Sharingan and was hailed as a promising Uchiha after Itachi's death.
Then the timeline skewed again.
Day 950: you were asleep when killing sounds split the night. You opened your eyes to a masked figure — a tiger-pattern mask, dark robes, Mangekyō turning in the eyes like rotating blades. A kunai flashed and passed through his body like it was all an illusion; then the masked man's hand became wood and impaled you.
"Wood Style: Cutting Sprigs Jutsu."
You died instantly.
[Simulation Ended]
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Akira sat in the void, trembling with fury. "Again? Obito, you will not go quietly!"
He ranted for a few minutes, kicking at the emptiness, until the anger thinned into cold analysis.
"So — even if Danzo is removed early, the massacre timeline persists. The masked attacker still kills me," he said. "But at least Danzo's gone. That buys time."
The screen shimmered.
> Simulation Rewards:
1. Memory of death
2. Genin-level taijutsu
3. Date of the Uchiha Massacre
Akira picked the second reward.l without thinking much.
A new set of movements and counters wrote themselves into his limbs, muscle memory folding into his bones. He had more than knowledge now; he had tools.
He leaned back, exhaled, and looked at the sunset spilling gold over the rooftops. Danzo's elimination had delayed the massacre by a few years. By that time if he plays safely he can have four lucky Simulation.
He smiled — small and sharp, like a blade in the dark.
"I have four lucky simulations left. Four chances to turn a massacre into a miracle."
And in Simulation he can't use system functions like Daily Simulation and directly attacking someone using dust escape after marking them. In Simulation he is just an Uchiha clan genius who has the strength of elite genin but in real life he can even take the life of hashirama if is plan carefully.
As the last light died, Akira Uchiha whispered, part vow, part strategy:
This time, the Uchiha won't die. This time… I'll decide who does.
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