𝙄𝙣 𝘼𝙣 𝙐𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙝𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, "𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄."

𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.

The two people infront of me were fighting barehanded, covered in faint light of red and purple chakra. Both had resolute expressions on their face. After some exchange of kicks, punches and other attacks between them, they increased the distance between them.

After some breaths, innumerable 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖨𝗓𝖺𝗒𝖺 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗍.

𝖠𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

𝖥𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽.

𝖠𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖥𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗄𝗎'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁'𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇. The physical arts of ninja were not about strength. As long as one managed to knead chakra properly, he/she could even smash an enormous rock. The Patriarch's hand was filled with chakra, covering it in faint blue flames.

The sheer force of Fugaku's punch caused the air around his hand to shook greatly and knocked father into an impressive distance.

However, that was not the end of the spar.

Father was one of the people who matched Fugaku Uchiha in the terms of ninja ability.

As father was flying with an incredible speed through the air, his body folded itself and his feet landed on the land, skidding through the surface.

As his skidding came to a halt, he looked straight into the shining, crimson eyes of the Patriarch with his own pair of Sharingan.

The Patriarch's hand once more folded into different symbols and slammed into the ground.

He shouted in a voice that shook the surroundings,

"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨!"

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, I thought.

As the jutsu activated, the Earth once again molded itself into innumerable sharp stakes and launched towards my father in blinding speed.

My father's pair of eyes was the infamous, three-tomoe Sharingan. This level of Sharingan provides the user with considerable perception.

So, my father was viewing the earthly stakes coming towards him with a slow speed. He took out a wide, two-edged sword from it's scabbard hanging around his waist, lowered his body, his pair of legs in a vertical line and his sword behind his body. He murmurred the name of a technique that was lost in the loud sounds of the large stakes cutting through air -

"𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙊𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮"

As the stakes were only at a distance of some metres from my father, my blood ran cold. At that moment, the piercing stakes really didn't look any dodgeable for my father.

So, he didn't dodge. His wide sword glowed brightly in an attractive, blue light. As the stakes were closing in, he brought his glowing sword in front of him and the stakes. Then, a destructive beam of pure hot electricity shot out from the sword in an wide arc, reducing the stakes into atoms.

As the flashing show ended, I opened my eyes that I had before, closed to protect from the blinding light.

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There stood my father and Fugaku Uchiha in all their glory with calm expressions on their face. They stood there like nothing happened at all.

The timer in the round, mechanical device in my hand stopped and I raised my plam high in the sky and shouted, "The spar ends now!"

They walked towards each other and laughed. I was with Sasuke, who was currently starstrucked at sight of the pair.

He took my hand without my consent and ran towards them, cheerfully. Of course, I had to ran with him too.

We reached where our respective fathers were. I forgot to mention but my father and Sasuke's father are best friends. They had pleasant smiles marred on their features.

They were both greatly joyed at the delicious taste of their spar.

Fugaku laughed once again with his laugh knowing no bounds and exclaimed,

"Your fabulous attack never fails to impress me, Izaya..!"

It was the first time Sasuke saw his father laughing like that. He didn't laugh like that even in the presence of his own family!

My firm and stern looking father, who was now also smiling pleasantly, laughed and replied back to his friend while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly,

"Thanks, but your ominious attack never ceases to scare me.."

𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?, I thought, displeased at his words, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

My eyes moved towards right at the owner of the childish, admiring voice, which said,

"You two were so cool..! I never knew so you both were so strong, father."

The person in the sentence looked down towards his son, with a brow raised upwards and light amusement in his eyes,

"Now you know how strong we are.. Right, Sasuke..?"

Sasuke repeatedly nodded his head, as if to say 'Yes'. The five-year old Sasuke was even now getting goosebumps just by remembering the fight. Anybody could notice that just by looking at his face.

It was both his and my first time seeing them spar.

Normally when our fathers spar to hone their skills in their free time, me and Sasuke would go to another training area where we would spar, talk and practice kunai and shuriken throwing. And when we would come back, we would witness the scarred and roasted ground.

Today, my curiousity got better of me and we stayed here to witness their fight.

What we witnessed here would surely take some time to get off our mind. I didn't regret my decision of staying here and not train. I don't know if I learned something or not, but this was surely a new and refreshing experience for both me and Sasuke.

The sun began to settle down between the clouds and the sky turned orange. I could smell the scent of roasted grass and ground.

Noticing the sunset, Fugaku said,

"Hey Izaya, what about coming at our home for dinner? Mikoto would have finished making the food by now."

Sasuke seemed excited at that thought.

He just wanted to spend his time with me, not that I would hate that.

Unfortunately for him and me,

"Sorry Fugaku, I think that Hina has also prepared the food. I asked her to make ramen for us today. Maybe, some other time.."

Fugaku unintentionally showed a little depleasure at that, it seemed that he really wanted to eat with his friend.

I closed my eyes with my head down.

𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘺...𝘖𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴..𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴..𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴. I felt pity for him and anger at him the same time. If he tries his best, then there is the chance that he can stop the rebellion.

Well there is no use mulling over useless thoughts, I have a plan of my own. I just have to make sure that it works well.

The brown-haired Patriarch said,

"Oh well, that's a pity...Yeah..some other time..", while looking at Sasuke who was now saddened, from the corner of his eye.

"I really enjoyed the spar.", he lightly bowed towards father, who did the same towards Fugaku,

"The feeling is mutual."

They sure loved to act restrained and elegant.

"Now, let's go Sasuke, we wouldn't want the food to cool down.", Fugaku suddenly grabbed the small hand of Sasuke and started walking towards the direction of their house.

Sasuke was suprised by the unusual and sudden action of his father. He faced down towards the ground as he felt happy and the heat reddened his cheeks. He suddenly seemed to remember something, turned back while walking and waved his free right hand at us,

"Bye Uncle and Shou!"

We also waved in response. They weren't at much distance when Fugaku suddenly stopped dead at his tracks, startling Sasuke.

His voice changed from the previous carefree manner to a serious tone,

"We'll next meet at the 𝘚𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦, right Izaya..?"

My father's voice turned grim,

"Yeah..."

Nodding his head once, Fugaku resumed his journey with Sasuke, holding his hand firmly.

"Well then, take care.", he added. Fugaku's words faded into the drifting, melancholic air.

My father didn't reply as he watched them disappear from his vision into the forest.

He looked towards me with a slight smile and nudged me to follow him towards our home. Even my father tried to changed the mood with his smile on the way, the silent and sad air stayed.

We went to home, met mother and ate food, well to be specific, we ate ramen. That delicious food, somehow turned my mood pleasant. We prayed for each other for a good night and sweet dreams.

I went into my room, turned the lamp on as the darkness was slowly becoming unbearable, just by thinking about the future.

The now-lighted lamp was on a stool that was placed beside the head of the bed, on which I was currently relaxing.

It was the time of night. My windows were open and I could feel the cold, relaxing breeze on my skin through the window.

It was really good to live surrounded by trees. Suddenly, I became serious, folded my legs, rested my hand on my knees and started to practice my self-made techniques using my chakra. I accessed my chakra at the age of 1 and experimented with it in my free time, which I seemed to have in large amounts.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, a thought suddenly crossed my mind, however I payed it no heed and continued training my techniques.

After some time of practice, I drifted into sleeping.

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The child that was now sleeping was 5 years and 1 month old. He was in the ninja academy with all his peers.

He and Sasuke had equal grades. He deliberately matched Sasuke and didn't perform to the best of his abilities as he didn't want Sasuke to hate him. It was just a childish desire, nothing less and nothing more.

If he were to be awake right now, he would find a blue, transparent screen flickering in front of his eyes. It was his desire.

But there is no problem as he would find a pleasant suprise, he would have the deepest of his desires in his hands in the morning. This desire, this external power -

Tʜᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ, would surely aid him in his path of being the greatest ninja of all time.