Sasuke Felt He Was Capable Again

Sasuke panted heavily.

His tears had already run dry, but the emotion in his chest—so fierce it almost burned through reason—surged even more violently.

Like magma churning in a crater, like a flood roaring behind a dam, the faith that had driven him for six years to avenge his parents and his clan collapsed completely in this moment.

Then that emotion found an outlet.

His eyes.

Those scarlet eyes that carried the Uchiha bloodline and its curse.

Sasuke felt his eye sockets burning, as if two red-hot coals had been embedded in them.

A third tomoe, arranged with the others in an equilateral triangle, slowly emerged within his scarlet pupils.

Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

In this moment, catalyzed by the impact of the truth and six years of suppressed rage, it completed its evolution.

"Oh?"

Gaara looked at the formed Three-Tomoe in Sasuke's eyes and gave a soft snort.

"You're not completely useless after all."

He said it lightly, even with a trace of mockery.

But Gaara himself knew just how much of a genius a twelve-year-old with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan was.

Over these years in the Land of Stars, he had come into contact with quite a few Uchiha clan members.

Most of the Uchiha children in the ninja academy had to wait until they were thirteen or fourteen, after enough emotional stimulus or combat training, before they could awaken their eyes.

One tomoe was the norm, two tomoe already counted as outstanding, and those who could reach Three-Tomoe before the age of fifteen were few and far between!

As for those who could awaken Three-Tomoe at twelve...

In Gaara's memory, there were only two.

Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Hikari.

Those two had both awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan at eleven or twelve, then, under extreme emotional stimulation, nurtured the miracle of