Land of Fire, the outskirts of Konohagakure.
The Uchiha clan had been forced to move from the village center to its outskirts.
Hidden pairs of eyes silently watched over the entire Uchiha district.
"Nii-san!"
"You promised to train shuriken with me after school!"
A five- or six-year-old child ran out of the house barefoot, wearing clothes with the Uchiha fan symbol.
His round, childish face puffed up in frustration, and his bright eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
Sitting at the doorstep, Uchiha Itachi shook his head apologetically.
"I have something to do. Let Father train with you today."
Sasuke pouted in displeasure. He had lost count of how many times he'd heard this from Itachi lately.
"Nii-san, you always treat me like a bother. You're way better at shuriken training than Father."
Seeing Sasuke throw another little tantrum, Itachi sighed helplessly and motioned for him to come closer.
Sasuke thought Itachi had changed his mind and was going to stay with him.
His face lit up with a big smile as he ran toward Itachi, full of excitement.
But just as he got close, Itachi gently tapped his forehead with a finger.
Before he could even say "forgive me," a teasing voice rang out from the doorway.
"Next time for sure, Sasuke."
Both brothers turned to look at the grinning young man standing at the entrance.
The young man looked about sixteen or seventeen, tall and slightly thin, still growing.
A black eye patch covered the upper half of his face, with messy silver hair tucked beneath it.
Even with only half his face visible, his features were sharp and well-defined.
"Oh? My bad. Did I interrupt your brotherly bonding?"
Seeing both of them looking his way, Hatake Satoru tilted his head and smiled.
"You again?"
Sasuke immediately deflated like a popped balloon and turned away in annoyance.
"Show some respect and call him Hatake-senpai."
Itachi glanced between them, feeling a headache coming on.
Sasuke already didn't like this guy who was always dragging his brother away, and Hatake Satoru seemed to enjoy stirring things up even more.
"Ah, kids always throw tantrums. Mine does the same."
Hatake Satoru said lightly.
His voice suddenly came closer, carrying a faint scent of sweets as he spoke the word "kids" right next to Sasuke.
Still fuming, Sasuke turned his head—only to find Hatake Satoru crouching down, rubbing his chin, looking straight at him.
Well… if that eye patch even allowed Sasuke to see his eyes.
Startled by the sudden proximity, Sasuke took a step back.
"I'm not a kid!" he snapped before turning and running back inside.
A faint breeze from his movement brushed against Itachi's hair, making a few strands sway gently by his ear.
Itachi sat at the doorway, watching Hatake Satoru, who was still smiling as he watched Sasuke leave.
Just now… he had moved in an instant, appearing right in front of Sasuke.
Even with the Sharingan, Itachi hadn't sensed the slightest chakra flow.
But he had seen it with his own eyes—one blink, a flicker of a shadow, and Hatake Satoru had closed the distance in an instant.
Not even the Sharingan could track his movements.
The more time he spent with this friend, the more Itachi felt that Hatake Satoru was full of mysteries.
It's definitely not as simple as it looks.
......
Sitting in the dango shop, Itachi sat upright in his chair and took a small sip of tea.
"I saw Kakashi-senpai at Anbu today."
"You guys really split the mask in half, huh?"
"I keep imagining what Kakashi-senpai's upper face would look like on yours."
Hatake Satoru leaned slightly in his chair, recalling Kakashi's dead-fish eyes staring at him with furrowed brows.
His face immediately twisted in discomfort as he waved his hand seriously in front of him.
"No way, I don't have the same boring face as that guy."
Itachi, unable to hold back his curiosity, glanced up and down at Hatake Satoru, his gaze lingering on the eyepatch.
"That reminds me—why do you wear an eyepatch? Doesn't it block your vision?"
"Oh? Not at all. I have my reasons~"
Hatake Satoru reached up and touched the edge of his eyepatch, grinning.
As Itachi knew, Satoru didn't have chakra like the ninjas in this world.
From their perspective, he was just an ordinary civilian.
But in reality, Hatake Satoru was a true transmigrator.
And what's the standard perk for a transmigrator? A cheat system, of course.
Hatake Satoru opened the semi-transparent system panel in his mind.
[Host Template: Gojo Satoru from "Jujutsu Kaisen."]
[Template Accuracy: 19%]
[Current Abilities: Six Eyes, Blue, Short-Range Teleportation.]
Six Eyes was a rare ability that only appeared once every few hundred years in the Gojo Clan!
And the reason Hatake Satoru could wear an eyepatch without it affecting his vision—was also Six Eyes!
To him, everyone looked like glowing dots in the dark. As long as they were within three meters, he could sense all their movements.
And according to the system, this range might expand as his template accuracy increased!
Blue was a Reverse Cursed Technique ability that could instantly bring multiple objects or people together by making the distance between them negative.
In simple terms, it erased the space between objects, forcing them to collide.
If the speed was too high, the impact could cause an explosion.
But as long as he controlled the distance properly, it wouldn't be a problem.
Otherwise, he might get caught in the explosion and blast himself away.
Since his template accuracy wasn't high yet, these abilities weren't very strong.
But for now, they were more than enough.