The Uchiha household remained asleep, drowned in shadows cast by the moonlight.
But within one room, a storm brewed in silence.
Sasuke sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, his small frame upright, unmoving. He had been meditating for the past hour, feeling every shift of chakra within him, every thread of foreign affinity his Corp ability had claimed. He had already accumulated fragments of taijutsu control, elemental affinities, and raw chakra structures from others—but one path remained untapped until now.
The Sharingan.
And tonight, he would awaken it.
He knew the original Sasuke first awakened it at age seven—trauma-driven, activated in battle. But he wasn't that Sasuke. His will was sharper, his mind mature, and his soul forged in a different fire. If others needed pain to awaken power, he would use focus.
He stared into the mirror across from him.
The reflection showed a five-year-old boy with calm midnight eyes, no hint of arrogance, but rather a quiet storm of control.
Sasuke inhaled slowly and began.
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He activated Corp, but directed it inward—for the first time.
The ability scanned his own chakra and memory DNA from Itachi, Mikoto, and Fugaku—those who had used their Sharingan openly near him. Through subtle touches and energy traces, he'd stored pieces of their dojutsu pathways in his chakra network.
And now, he would evolve it.
Pain surged through his optic nerves. Not from emotional trauma—but deliberate reconstruction. A custom process of forced cellular activation. He visualized the tomoe spinning in his mind, breaking down how chakra flowed into the eyes, how emotion mixed with instinct and technique to open the gateway.
His fingers clenched.
His heart pounded.
His breathing grew shallow.
Then—snap.
Like glass breaking under pressure, his eyes burned.
Blood dripped from his tear ducts.
He opened them, gasping softly.
The mirror reflected a pair of glowing crimson eyes—each with one tomoe spiraling gently.
Sharingan: Stage One – awakened.
He grinned.
Not out of pride—but because this was only the beginning.
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The next day at the Academy, Sasuke hid his progress.
He wore a blank expression, listened to Iruka-sensei's lessons without drawing attention, and pretended to struggle with basic ninjutsu. Only once, when a student tripped over his own clone, did Sasuke let his gaze flicker.
In that instant, time slowed.
He saw the chakra flow twist mid-cast, saw the misstep before it happened, and realized…
Sharingan isn't just sight. It's foresight. A mirror of prediction.
Even at stage one, he was already seeing openings others would miss.
But he turned away, deactivating it before anyone could notice.
Keep it hidden. Grow in silence. Strike only when needed.
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That afternoon, during taijutsu training, Sasuke was paired with another promising student—Kiba Inuzuka.
Kiba smirked, tapping his foot eagerly. "Hope you're ready, Uchiha."
Sasuke gave a neutral nod. "I'm always ready."
The match started fast.
Kiba lunged in with reckless energy, fists swinging wide. Sasuke dodged, each movement calm and calculated, observing more than reacting. He didn't need to counter yet. He wanted data.
One quick jab grazed his shoulder, and that was all Sasuke needed.
Corp: Activated.
He absorbed Kiba's combat instinct, wild chakra patterns, and primal motion. It was wild and untamed—but useful. Later, he could refine it into a feral movement style—chaotic yet precise.
With a slight pivot, Sasuke stepped inside Kiba's next strike and swept his leg cleanly.
Kiba hit the ground with a grunt.
Iruka clapped once. "Point to Sasuke!"
Kiba groaned, but sat up. "You're fast for someone so quiet…"
Sasuke offered a hand. "You're strong. You'll get better."
The kindness caught Kiba off-guard—but he accepted the hand with a grin.
Sasuke's mind was already analyzing the copied traits.
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That night, as he bathed under the dim glow of paper lanterns, Sasuke stared at his reflection again. His eyes remained black, hiding the power within. But he knew what was coming next.
The second tomoe was close. The more chakra he refined, the more his soul bonded with the dojutsu. And unlike others, whose tomoe developed through emotional outbursts or near-death experiences, Sasuke cultivated it like a seed.
In his mental realm, he examined his core. The hybrid chakra, influenced now by Hinata's soft flow, Kiba's animalistic rhythm, and the Uchiha's own fire—all blending under the Corp system. His chakra nature was no longer simply "fire release."
It was Evolved Fire—a molten fusion of flame and chakra manipulation, hotter and faster than anything basic Katon could offer.
He created a name for it silently.
Blazing Pulse Style.
He would test it soon.
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Back in the real world, Fugaku entered the room unexpectedly.
The clan head looked down at him with arms crossed. "You've grown quieter."
Sasuke tilted his head, feigning innocence. "I'm just thinking more."
Fugaku's brows lifted faintly. "Thinking is good. But don't let it slow your training."
"I won't." Sasuke looked up with a calm gaze. "Can you show me a fire jutsu someday?"
Fugaku seemed caught off-guard by the polite request. Then, after a moment, he nodded.
"Hn. Tomorrow at dawn. Be ready."
Sasuke bowed his head. "Yes, Father."
Inside, he was already adjusting his mental schedule. A chance to copy Fugaku's chakra directly and evolve it? Perfect.
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That night, Sasuke sat alone on the roof of the Uchiha compound, gazing at the stars. The night air was cool, the village lights distant. And yet… something stirred in the wind. Change. Fate moving ever closer.
He activated his Sharingan once more.
Red light danced in his irises.
I won't follow your path, original Sasuke.
I'll forge something greater.
Not for revenge. Not for ego.
But for them… my future lovers, my family, my world.
His eyes narrowed. "I will become a legend they never saw coming."
And in the mirror of the night sky, the crimson Sharingan gleamed.