Hand Seals, Sharingan

At dawn, a light breeze swept through, leaving the room feeling somewhat chilly. A gentle hand tapped Qile's shoulder, slowly rousing him from his dreams.

Qile opened his eyes in a daze, and the familiar, tender face of Yeling came into view.

He slowly rolled over and sat up, his body still feeling sluggish and weak. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes to fully wake himself up.

Thinking back to last night, it was a significant milestone for Qile. Since transmigrating to this Ninja World, this was the first time he had been able to fall asleep naturally, rather than passing out for various reasons as he had the previous two days.

Furthermore, perhaps due to this child's body, Qile could think like an adult, yet he occasionally displayed childish behaviors, which left even him unsure of his own temperament.

"Yeling, is Madara still here?" Qile asked, yawning as he stood up slowly. He stretched his limbs and reached for the clothes nearby to put them on, casually inquiring of Yeling beside him.

Yeling leaned over, nimbly helping Qile dress while lowering her voice to answer softly, "The Clan Head left before the sky had fully brightened."

"Oh, I see..." Qile nodded thoughtfully, not pressing the matter further.

At this moment, due to Qile's appearance and intervention, Uchiha Madara's trajectory seemed to be diverging from the original story.

In the original work, Uchiha Madara was always in a rush to leave, but now he didn't seem quite as hurried. Yet, his frequent departures from Konoha left Qile suspicious, secretly wondering what this Asura of the Ninja World was so busy with.

"Do you intend to practice hand seals next?" Yeling carefully finished dressing Qile and handed him a warm, damp towel, asking softly.

"Yes, that's right, hand seals first." Qile nodded slightly in agreement, took the towel to wipe his face, and walked toward the courtyard.

He stopped under the cherry blossom tree in the yard. He exhaled slowly, adjusted his posture, and stood with his feet firmly planted. Immediately, his hands began to move in an orderly fashion, practicing the hand seals with strict adherence to the specific sequence and rhythm.

Hand seals are unlike anything else; there are no shortcuts. Only through persistent, repetitive practice can one reach a point where, in a critical moment, the seals can be performed rapidly and accurately without conscious thought, allowing for the execution of the required ninjutsu.

Of course, if one could be like Hashirama Senju—clapping his hands together to summon all manner of powerful ninjutsu at will—then one could do as they pleased...

However, throughout the long, thousand-year history of ninja development, up to this day, Hashirama Senju remained the only person capable of casting techniques without the need for hand seals.

Even someone as powerful as Uchiha Madara, at this point in time, still had to honestly follow the standard procedure of performing hand seals to successfully cast ninjutsu, perhaps skipping one or two at most.

As for the matter of refining chakra, Uchiha Madara had not mentioned much about it, and Qile had not asked him any questions regarding it either.

After all, they were the Uchiha! Even if the chakra reserves of their clan members were not as vast as those of the Senju, they were certainly more than enough for normal use.

Moreover, especially once the Sharingan is awakened and gradually evolves, the amount of chakra contained within the body will continue to grow steadily.

Therefore, for Qile, chakra was the least of his concerns; he could simply let nature take its course.

As the sun climbed higher, the lingering chill of the night began to dissipate, and golden sunlight gradually bathed the earth.

During this tedious time, Qile was fully immersed in his hand seal practice. With every movement of his fingers and every change of the seals, time flowed by like water. Before he knew it, an hour and a half had vanished in the blink of an eye.

Just then, a light figure emerged from the room. Yeling held a delicate tray steadily, laden with food.

She approached Qile and said softly, "The Clan Head specifically instructed this morning that you should not practice hand seals for too long. If your fingers become overly fatigued, the standard, precise seals can easily become distorted. So, shall you have your breakfast now?"

Hearing this, Qile gave his slightly aching hand a gentle shake.

He then slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them once more.

His originally deep, dark pupils instantly turned scarlet, and a Single Tomoe Sharingan manifested.

When he first awakened the Sharingan last night, he hadn't been able to fully savor the unique visual experience it provided.

Now, as he re-examined the world through these eyes, an unprecedented sensation washed over him.

He was surprised to find that everything in his sight seemed to have slowed down, becoming exceptionally clear and distinct.

Whether it was the subtle movement of grass blades in the breeze, the light posture of a bird jumping on a distant branch, or even the trajectory of dust dancing in the air, he could see it all with perfect precision.

He could even see the dew on the leaves of that grass slowly evaporating under the rising sun...

He maintained the Sharingan for only a moment before reverting to his ordinary eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood why Danzo in the original story harbored such deep hatred for the Uchiha, yet was so obsessed with the Sharingan they possessed.

The miraculous experience of the world becoming incredibly clear and detailed the moment the Sharingan is activated is truly intoxicating and impossible to resist.

He recalled the moment he used the Sharingan just now; the surrounding environment seemed to have had an invisible veil lifted, and the outlines and minute details of all things had nowhere to hide. This feeling of having total control made his heart race.

However, as the Sharingan closed, that unique visual advantage vanished, and the world was once again covered by a hazy veil.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this ultimate temptation brought by the Sharingan that Danzo both loathed the Uchiha to the bone and, at the same time, would stop at nothing to claim it for himself.