Chapter 11 - The First Kill and the Awakening

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Kamikawaki was still flailing away, locked in what could only be described as a tragic performance of "Fighter Struggles: The Musical." Mi Blade glanced over, shook his head, and barely suppressed a laugh.

"Is he seriously still fighting? Does he think he’s trying out for a ninja soap opera? Someone tell him this isn’t 'Days of Our Shuriken.'"

Meanwhile, Saki, being the no-nonsense ninja she was, decided enough was enough. With a flash of movement faster than a kid swiping the last cookie when no one's looking, she knocked out Yuren in one hit. The poor guy didn’t even have time to blink. Fight over. Game, set, match.

Mi Blade couldn’t help but think about how capturing an enemy unharmed felt like snagging a bonus star in a video game—extra XP and loot for doing the mission clean. Score!

Watching Saki wrap things up in about 0.3 seconds, Mi Blade’s thoughts turned to Kamikawaki. The poor guy was still panting, looking like someone who brought a wooden spoon to a sword fight. He was trying, bless his heart, but compared to Saki, he might as well have been playing a game of "Guess Who?" while she was out there speedrunning boss fights.

Kamikawaki finally looked over at the aftermath, disbelief written all over his face.

"Wait, what? I’ve been over here battling like it’s life or death, and she just handled it like she was folding laundry? Should I be taking notes or something?"

Mi Blade chuckled to himself. Saki's skills were so sharp, they were starting to cut into Kamikawaki’s self-esteem. He was still trying to catch his breath, while Mi Blade mused, "Well, looks like Kamikawaki’s ego just took a bigger hit than Yuren did. At least Yuren can chalk it up to bad luck. Kamikawaki? Not so much."

Later, after a string of exhausting battles, Mi Blade finally made it back to Nara to rejoin the clan. And, of course, another "Hatake" joined the roster.

Mi Blade figured this would finally score him some much-needed clout, especially with the younger crowd. Surely this would impress them. But, to his horror, it seemed like every new kid on the team was stronger than the last.

He groaned inwardly. "What is this, a ninja reality show? When do the civilian ninjas get their moment to shine? Do I need to call a producer?"

As they made their way back to camp, Mi Blade couldn’t help but reflect on everything that had happened. The battles had been rough, but something strange had awakened inside him—the Sharingan. The legendary power of the Uchiha now pulsed within him. Cool, right?

Except he had no idea what to do with it.

"Great, I’ve unlocked a legendary power. Does it come with a user manual, or am I supposed to just wing it?"

Uchiha Yu was walking next to Mi Blade, looking lost in thought, though with her, it was anyone’s guess what was rattling around in there. Mi Blade figured she was either planning her next brilliant move or wondering if she left the stove on.

Saki, on the other hand, had exactly one thing on her mind: sleep. “A nap sounds good,” she mumbled like she was ordering it off a menu. After all those missions, who could blame her? Saving the world was exhausting.

Then there was Kamikawaki, who had finally stopped trying to be the strong, silent type. Reality had hit him like a ton of kunai, and now he was doing his best impression of a ninja wallflower, blending into the background and avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, I’m definitely not getting a highlight reel today," he probably thought as he shuffled along, hoping no one remembered his earlier struggles.

Mi Blade, though? He was still buzzing from his latest ninja upgrade—his shiny new Sharingan. He could practically hear the nerdy debates from the ninja forums echoing in his head.

Everyone knew that unlocking the Sharingan wasn’t just about looking cool, though that was a definite bonus.

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The more tomoe (those fancy red dots) you had, the more you leveled up. It was like chugging a ninja energy drink, only instead of caffeine, you got faster, stronger, and, well, more OP by the second.

But that wasn’t even the best part. The Sharingan came with a bag of tricks that Mi Blade had only dreamed about. Enhanced vision? Check. Super slow-mo replay of enemy moves? Double-check.

And, oh yeah, once you hit that two-tomoe sweet spot, you could start recording battles like you had a GoPro strapped to your face, track chakra, and—wait for it—copy other people's ninjutsu like you were typing in cheat codes. Ninja hacks, unlocked.

Mi Blade had read about this stuff on the ninja internet for years, where people argued about every tiny detail of the Sharingan like it was some kind of mythical RPG perk.

But now that it was his turn to use it? Well, he was ready to see what all the fuss was about—just as long as he didn’t make a fool of himself in the process.

When Mi Blade used to watch Naruto, he thought he had a pretty good grasp on ninja techniques. I mean, who didn’t feel like an expert after a few binge-watching sessions? But now that he had the real deal—a freshly awakened Sharingan—he knew it was time for some hands-on experimentation.

After all, you can’t just rely on forum theories when you’re in a serious fight. The last thing he wanted was to end up faceplanting, realizing his so-called internet trick was as useful as bringing a rubber knife to a sword fight. Nope, not today.

Now that he had the Sharingan, Mi Blade couldn’t help but daydream about the next big power-up: the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan. I mean, even Kakashi, who didn’t have a drop of Uchiha blood, managed to unlock it, right? And Mi Blade had Uchiha blood on his mother’s side, so... it could totally happen, right? Still, he knew he had to play it cool. No showing off just yet.

Why? Well, Mi Blade wasn’t exactly a card-carrying Uchiha. Flashing his Sharingan too soon could kick off some pretty awkward family negotiations between his dad, Sakumo Hatake, and the Uchiha clan.

Plus, Mi Blade and Kakashi were flying under the radar as "ordinary geniuses," which was just the way Mi Blade liked it. Sure, they were talented, but no one in the upper ranks had them on their radar for assassination missions just yet. "Yup, under the radar is the sweet spot," he thought.

But if word got out that Mi Blade had unlocked the Sharingan? Oh, it would be over. It wouldn’t be long before Danzo Shimura, the king of creepy, came sniffing around with his obsession for all things root and underhanded. Mi Blade could already imagine the scene—Danzo cornering the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, with his latest scheme:

Danzo: "Hiruzen, hand over Mi Blade to Root! We need him."

Hiruzen: "No, Danzo. We’ve already done enough to the Hatake family. We’re not messing with Sakumo’s kid."

Danzo: "Do you realize what it means for the Hatake family to have the Sharingan? Think of the power! The implications!"

Hiruzen: "Yeah, yeah. I get it. But I trust Sakumo will handle things just fine."

Danzo (eye twitching): "Naive as ever, Hiruzen. Mark my words—you’ll regret this!"

Mi Blade could practically hear the sinister background music as Danzo slinked off into the shadows. “Well, that’s a headache I don’t need,” Mi Blade muttered to himself. Keeping his Sharingan a secret for now? Definitely the smart move.

Ah yes, the classic Konoha power struggle—Mi Blade could practically hear the back-and-forth already, like a poorly scripted drama that just didn’t know how to call it quits. Danzo and Hiruzen, locked in a battle of words that had no winners, only headaches.

To avoid becoming the star of that nonsense, Mi Blade decided it was best to keep his Sharingan under wraps. The last thing he needed was Danzo sniffing around like a nosy old man poking his head into a neighbor’s garage sale.

Finally, the team made it back to camp. Everyone scattered to their tents like they’d just finished the ninja marathon, while Saki went off to give her mission report. Mi Blade, not one to waste time, collapsed onto his bedroll with a sigh so deep it probably reached the core of the earth.

But before he could fully embrace nap mode, he did the most protagonist-y thing imaginable—opened up his system panel. Because, let’s be real, every hero needs one of those, right?

Name: Mi Blade of the Hatake Clan

Gender: Male

Age: Five (Yes, seriously—five!)

Chakra Level: 1380 (Average is 300-1000, above average is 1000-3000, elite is 3000-10000)

Chakra Affinities: Wind, Fire, Lightning

Main Skills: Transformation, Clone Jutsu, Substitution, Fireball Jutsu, Wind Barrier, Steel Flash, Konoha Swordsmanship (48% mastered), Hatake Swordsmanship (69% mastered), Feitian Yūken (Sky Swordsmanship, 17% mastered), Sharingan (One-tomoe, progress 15%).

As Mi Blade skimmed through his stats, he couldn’t help but grin. The recent Sharingan awakening had given his chakra levels a serious boost, pushing him past that magical 1000-mark. His body felt lighter, more agile, like he was suddenly part ninja, part over-caffeinated squirrel.

“Squirrel power, activate!” he thought, probably more excited about that than the actual Sharingan.

Deciding to give his new power a spin, Mi Blade activated his Sharingan and immediately noticed the difference. It was like someone cranked his life’s resolution to ultra-HD.

Every little detail popped out at him, from the fibers in his bedroll to the pattern of his own fingerprints. It was like his eyes got an instant 4K upgrade.

And then, there it was: a mosquito. This tiny, arrogant ninja of the insect world, buzzing around his tent like it owned the place. But Mi Blade wasn’t having any of that today.

With his Sharingan’s predictive abilities, he could track the mosquito’s every move like he was some kind of bug-fighting mastermind.

He mapped out its flight path in his mind, calculating its next zigzag with pinpoint accuracy. Then, with a quick snap of his fingers, he pinched it out of the air, squashing it like the overconfident little ninja it thought it was.

“Gotcha! Ninja skills: 1, Mosquito: 0.”

As Mi Blade deactivated his Sharingan, he quickly realized the power came with a hefty price tag—a tenth of his chakra had vanished in just a few moments.

No wonder they called it the ultimate cheat code. Even Obito, who was basically the class weakling, turned into an overpowered boss fight after unlocking it. Having the Sharingan felt like holding all the cards in a stacked deck—until you realized you were playing poker against ninjas, and they all had wild cards.

But man, was it exhausting. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Mi Blade was, well, five years old. Not exactly the ideal age for wielding ancient, eye-based superpowers.

Older Uchihas could probably bust out their Sharingan without breaking a sweat, but for Mi Blade? It was like giving a toddler the keys to a race car—super exciting, but totally impractical. "Hey, look at me go!" crash.

Clearly, he had a long road of chakra training ahead if he didn’t want to end up face-first in the dirt every time he used it. But that was a problem for future Mi Blade.

Right now? It was nap time. As he flopped back onto his bedroll, visions of today’s chaos swirled through his mind. He could already picture his future: "Mi Blade, the Legendary Ninja! Slayer of Mosquitoes and Defender of Naps!"

He chuckled to himself as the exhaustion started pulling him under. Maybe, if he dreamt hard enough, he could just skip the training and wake up with the Mangekyō Sharingan. Dream it, believe it, achieve it, right?

But just as he was about to drift off into nap nirvana, his stomach let out a growl that could rival a tailed beast. "Ugh, fine," he groaned, pushing himself back up. If there was one lesson he’d learned in his five years of existence, it was that even legendary

ninjas needed snacks. Snacks were, after all, crucial for optimal ninja performance.