After his father left, Sora Uchiha leaned against a tree alone and gazed up at the sky. He suddenly realized that the sky was incredibly blue—the deep blue of the ocean. Compared to the industrial world of his previous life, this place could practically be called a paradise.
That day, he stared at the azure sky for the entire day.
The next morning, when Shisui got up, he found his brother practicing with shuriken in the courtyard. Even though he missed every throw, he never gave up.
A few days later, Shisui discovered that his brother had tied a ribbon over his eyes and was practicing with Kunai.
A week later, Sora Uchiha's injuries had completely healed. He found Tsunade, thanked her, and returned Katsuyu to her.
On the day he recovered, he treated everyone to a lavish meal—Ichiraku Ramen with extra noodles. That meal completely emptied his little savings.
For the following week, he continued training tirelessly every day. Even though his eyesight had declined, his accuracy was now just as good as, if not better than, it had been at its peak. He had replaced his eyes with his heart.
That day, at the training ground.
"Have you heard? There's someone amazing at the training ground today. He's absolutely mastered the use of shuriken."
"Tch, so he's just good with shuriken. Which Jonin isn't good with them?" someone said disdainfully.
"Hey, you don't get it. That person is only a twelve-year-old kid, and he's practicing with shuriken while blindfolded. Every throw hits its mark."
"What! Is that true?! Come on, come on! I want to see what kind of amazing person he is."
"Tsk, you change your attitude pretty quickly."
At the training ground, everyone sat in the stands, watching with great interest as the blindfolded boy