Chapter 20
Within the Uchiha clan, the Great Elder—Mikoto's grandfather—often found himself troubled by one thing: would Mikoto ever awaken her Sharingan?
As the clan's Great Elder, second in authority only to the clan head, he knew secrets about the Sharingan that few others did. He understood that the Sharingan wasn't awakened through training or technique alone—it required a deep emotional catalyst. Grief, rage, despair... moments of intense emotional upheaval were often the trigger.
But Mikoto was a gentle soul—peaceful, composed, and rarely prone to strong emotional outbursts.
Her parents had died young, and though her grandfather raised her, he was often occupied with clan affairs. As a result, she experienced little affection and even less emotional turbulence. She wasn't cold or apathetic—just naturally calm. And in the Uchiha clan, that wasn't a strength. It was a hindrance.
If she lived her life without ever experiencing an extreme emotional shift, there was a real chance she'd never awaken her Sharingan.
But now, the Great Elder's worry was gone.
Because in this desperate moment—fueled by a fierce desire to survive and protect—Uchiha Mikoto, just ten years old, awakened her Sharingan.
Not just any Sharingan. A double tomoe Sharingan—right from the start.
Even by Uchiha standards, that was rare. Most only activated a single tomoe at first. Mikoto, however, skipped ahead. In Asakawa Naoki's memory, the only other person who had done that was Uchiha Obito.
And Obito's Sharingan... eventually evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan, one of the strongest ever recorded.
"Don't!" Mikoto shouted.
As the power surged through her new eyes, the world seemed to slow. The enormous fireball hurtling toward them suddenly looked sluggish, its speed dulled by the potency of her gaze.
"There!" she said, yanking Naoki to the side. They tumbled to safety, narrowly evading the blast.
Breathing hard, Mikoto looked at him and said softly, "Now it's my turn to protect you."
Before awakening her Sharingan, she had always lagged behind Naoki. But now—with these eyes—she had finally caught up, maybe even surpassed him.
Naoki blinked, genuinely surprised. "You're Uchiha?"
Mikoto gave a small nod. A faint smile formed on her lips as her twin tomoe glimmered in her eyes. "Yes."
"You awakened the Sharingan... in a moment like this," he murmured. "And not just one tomoe—double tomoe. At ten years old. That's almost unheard of. You're... amazing."
A twisted laugh cut through the air.
Uchiha Setsuna's eyes narrowed, madness dancing in his gaze. "A genius, huh? Good. Let's see how long that genius lasts."
The Sharingan in Setsuna's eyes shifted—three tomoe now circled his pupils in a perfect pattern.
Naoki froze.
That presence—cold, overwhelming, calculating. It was as if Setsuna could see through everything: every twitch of a muscle, every shift in posture, every intent. This was the terrifying power of the three tomoe Sharingan.
If Setsuna had activated this earlier, Naoki's sneak attack would've failed.
But Setsuna had been too arrogant. He hadn't deemed two academy students worthy of his full strength.
Naoki's jaw tightened. "So, it was a fellow Uchiha trying to kidnap you."
Mikoto nodded. "I expected it," she said quietly, her voice filled with resignation.
Naoki leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Close your Sharingan."
Mikoto blinked. "Now?"
She didn't understand the reason. They were still in danger. But... she trusted him. Instinctively. He had saved her, after all.
Because it was her first time activating the Sharingan, Mikoto couldn't control it properly yet. The only way to deactivate it was to close her eyes.
It was risky—closing her eyes in battle could mean death.
But she did it anyway.
That single act said everything about her trust in him.
And when she opened her eyes again—there was someone behind Uchiha Setsuna.
A man in a casual uniform... wearing the Hokage's cloak and hat.
Naoki smirked. "Well, we're saved."
Mikoto tilted her head. "You're smiling... why?"
He turned to her, his grin widening. "Want to hear a story? It's called The Boy Who Cried Wolf."
She blinked. "A story?"
He nodded. "Once upon a time, a bored shepherd boy cried, 'Wolf!' just to mess with the villagers. They came running to help, only to find it was a lie. He did it again, same result. But the third time—when a real wolf came—no one believed him. And the boy? Well, he lost everything."
As Mikoto listened, her gaze drifted toward Setsuna and the figure of the Hokage. Understanding dawned. A small smile tugged at her lips.
A few meters away, Uchiha Setsuna looked absolutely livid.
"You little brat... again?!"
The first time, it was a disguised Sarutobi Hiruzen clone. The second time, a booby-trapped transformation clone that nearly killed him. And now—a third fake Hokage?
He clenched his remaining hand into a seal. "Do you think I'm that easy to fool?!"
Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!
Setsuna launched a massive fireball straight at the "Hokage."
"You dare attack me?" the man growled, irritation in his voice.
Setsuna's smirk twisted. "Still pretending?!"
He was almost laughing. This kid's transformation technique was getting absurdly realistic. If he hadn't been fooled twice already, he might've believed it again.
But then...
The figure of the Hokage vanished.
And the next moment—Setsuna's vision went black.
This one's real, he realized too late.
Damn that kid...
Then everything went silent.
Setsuna collapsed.
Unconscious.
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