The Uchiha compound, usually quiet, now felt too quiet after the constant tension of Land of Waves.
Sasuke landed on his bed, a soft mattress stark contrast to unforgiving rocky floors and forest logs.
He exhaled a rare sound of contentment.
"Rice balls", he thought, a faint sweetness linger on his tongue. Reminding him Generosity of the Villagers.
He summon up his System to check any changes in his Stats.
(Name : Sasuke Uchiha)
(Age : 13)
(Chakra Reserves : 2500/2500 [Genin] )
(Chakra Control : 29%)
(Ninjutsu : Intermidiate)
(Genjutsu : Novice )
(Taijutsu : Adept )
(Shurikenjutsu : Adept )
(Sharingan : 16/25 [Level 1] )
A mental twitch mark,"Only five percent". He was practically meditating on the trees.
"Intermediate in Ninjutsu,huh!"
The words sparked a flicker of memory of the clash of 'Water Dragons'. Heat blooming from his own throat.
The rentless fighting and constant struggle with the Sharingan... 'the System', he mused, was basically telling him to fight more.
He rose, lingering comfort of his bed fading. A half-eaten Rice ball lay on his desk. He took a bite and move towards training ground.
He moved to a training dummy,"Lets see what 'Intermediate' can do."
He made few hand signs, his movements already more fluid than before.
"Fire Style : Fireball Jutsu"
Dummy now, pretty much burned from the jutsu. 'Not bad', he thought.
A geniune flicker of amusement sparked within him. More rice balls...then. He shook his head slightly, thoughts fleeting.
Then his mind wandering,"Zabuza and Haku survived, a Butterfly Effect!"
"And more changes are going to be in the future."
"But until I am not strong enough, I shouldn't much meddle in the timeline and let few things happen as it is.", he contemplated.
Sasuke knew future might change drastically if he interfere more than he needs to.
'There going to be Orochimaru, Akatsuki and then Kaguya Otsutsuki in future as overwhelming Threats.'
Then he returned home, grabbed a glass, filled it with water.He seized a chair, settle into it then began sip water while contemplating.
"If Itachi encounters me now, he swiftly identify that I am not his dear little brother Sasuke."
"That bro-con might plunge me into his Tsukuyomi and torture me about what happened to his brother.", he fretted at this thought, glass fell from his hand.
'Why am i even afraid of it, all I need to do is show immense anger towards him, and get little beating if ever ran into him.'
Then he looked at his system, a silent observer, watching his progress. He had a goal, and he wouldn't let anything get in his way.