The next morning, people had already begun training on the grounds of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Dawn broke, and golden sunlight spilled across the training ground, lending a touch of warmth to the lively place. The Uchiha Clan began training from a young age, knowing that in this cruel world of shinobi, only strength could decide everything.
Six-year-old Uchiha Xingye wore a black training outfit as he stood in one corner of the grounds, practicing basic Taijutsu.
The boost in physical ability granted by the Otsutsuki Bloodline was comprehensive. Every punch he threw cut through the air, and every kick landed with pinpoint accuracy. His memories from his previous life, combined with the physical prowess of the Otsutsuki Bloodline, had brought his Taijutsu to Chunin level in a single night.
"This body feels..." Xingye sensed the surging chakra within him. "It's so many times stronger than my body in my previous life."
As he focused on training, more and more clansmen began gathering in other parts of the grounds.
Most were children aged seven to ten, preparing to enter the Ninja Academy. But when they saw Xingye's movements, they all stopped, their faces full of shock.
"Xingye... how are his movements so precise?" one Uchiha boy exclaimed.
"And his strength and speed are way beyond ours..." another girl agreed.
A burly boy with sharp eyes stepped out from the crowd. He was Uchiha Ming, a gifted child among his peers. He had already awakened the One-Tomoe Sharingan and was widely recognized as a formidable young member of the clan.
"Xingye, looks like you've improved a lot lately." Ming walked up to him with a challenging smile. "Care to spar with me?"
The clansmen immediately gathered around, their eyes full of anticipation. This was their favorite part—sparring with their peers. It helped them grow stronger and find out who was the best.
Xingye stopped and turned to face Ming.
His gaze was calm as still water, without a hint of agitation. The composure granted by the Otsutsuki Bloodline kept him from losing his head over a taunt.
"You want to spar?" Xingye asked coolly.
"What, are you scared?" Ming sneered, slowly raising his right hand. "If you don't dare, then forget it..."
"I didn't say I was scared." Xingye cut him off. "I just wonder if you're sure you want to spar right now."
"What do you mean?" Ming frowned.
"What I mean is..." Xingye's lips curled slightly. "If you lose, won't that be embarrassing?"
"Ha!" Ming laughed in anger. "Fine! Since you're so full of yourself, I'll show you what a true Uchiha prodigy can do!"
Ming's Sharingan activated in an instant, its single tomoe spinning slowly with a dangerous gleam. The clansmen around them gasped. Activating the Sharingan meant Ming had stepped onto the path to becoming a strong shinobi.
"The Sharingan's activated!" someone whispered. "Ming has awakened the Sharingan!"
"Xingye hasn't even awakened his Sharingan. He'll probably lose this time."
The chatter rose all around them, but Xingye acted as if he couldn't hear a thing. He stood in place with his hands relaxed at his sides. His body was loose, yet his eyes held a note of confidence.
"Come on," Xingye said calmly.
Ming roared and charged in an instant.
He was fast, and the Sharingan let him follow Xingye's movements clearly. His fist shot straight at Xingye's face, its force cutting through the air. He was clearly holding nothing back.
Xingye didn't dodge. He simply leaned aside, and Ming's fist skimmed past his cheek.
Then Xingye struck.
His movement was as fast as lightning. Ming's Sharingan could only catch a blur. Xingye's palm struck Ming in the chest. The blow wasn't particularly strong, but Ming's body flew through the air like a kite with its string cut.
"Thud!"
Ming hit the ground hard, disbelief written across his face.
Silence fell over the training ground.
Everyone was stunned.
What had just happened?
Ming was fast, and his Sharingan was active, yet Xingye had knocked him flying with just one move!
"This... this is impossible..." Ming got back to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of frustration. "You haven't even awakened your Sharingan..."
"Because I don't need it," Xingye replied indifferently.
"You!" Ming charged again, this time unleashing a series of Taijutsu attacks.
But the result was the same.
Xingye toyed with him like a child, effortlessly deflecting every attack Ming threw at him. After three moves, Xingye's hand blade rested against Ming's throat. One more inch, and it would have cut through his neck.
"The match is over." Xingye lowered his hand and turned to leave.
Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.
[Defeated Uchiha Ming. Trait available for plunder.] [Please select a trait to plunder.]
Xingye's thoughts stirred, and the system interface immediately displayed all of Ming's talents:
Uchiha Ming: [Sharingan (Green)] [Fire Release Talent (Blue)] [Taijutsu (Green)] [Combat Instinct (White)]
Without hesitation, Xingye selected [Sharingan (Green)] and [Fire Release Talent (Blue)].
[Plunder successful.] [Talent acquired: Sharingan (Green)] [Talent acquired: Fire Release Talent (Blue)] [System notification: Trait levels increased.] [Sharingan (Green) → Sharingan (Blue)] [Fire Release Talent (Blue) → Fire Release Talent (Purple)]
A warm surge of power flowed into Xingye's body, and a sudden stabbing pain shot through his eyes.
Xingye closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his once-black pupils had turned bright red. Three tomoe spun slowly within them, glowing with an eerie light.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan!
And the system had upgraded his Sharingan from green to blue, meaning his eyes were more powerful than those of an ordinary Uchiha.
The clansmen were stunned once more.
"The Sharingan... Xingye awakened the Sharingan!"
"And it's the Three-Tomoe Sharingan! How is that possible?"
"He's only six!"
The murmurs surged like a tide as everyone stared at Xingye in disbelief.
Fugaku and Mikoto hurried over when they heard the news. Seeing the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in their son's eyes, they were too shocked to speak.
"Xingye... your Sharingan..." Mikoto covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"This is..." Fugaku studied his son, a hint of pride in his eyes, but even more concern. "Xingye, what exactly have you been through lately?"
Xingye deactivated his Sharingan, returning his eyes to their normal black, then respectfully bowed to his parents.
"Father, Mother, I've just been training hard lately. That's why my Sharingan awakened early."
Of course, he wasn't going to tell them about the Otsutsuki Bloodline or the system. That would only invite unnecessary trouble.
"Hard work can awaken the Three-Tomoe Sharingan?" Fugaku frowned, clearly unconvinced by the explanation. But he didn't press further. "Regardless, your talent has certainly surprised me. But remember, the power of the Sharingan must not be abused, or it will bring disaster."
"Yes, Father," Xingye replied, lowering his head.
Among the crowd, five-year-old Itachi gazed at his older brother, admiration shining in his eyes.
"Big Brother is amazing..." Itachi murmured. "I want to awaken my Sharingan early, just like him."
Hearing Itachi, Xingye turned to look at his younger brother and smiled faintly.
"Itachi, your talent is even greater than mine. As long as you work hard, you'll surpass me one day."
Itachi paused, then smiled.
Xingye turned to face all the clansmen present.
"Everyone, that's enough sparring for today."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an authority beyond his years, and the crowd fell silent.
"The Uchiha Clan needs everyone's efforts to rise again," Xingye continued. "I've only taken the first step ahead of you. We'll walk the rest of the road together."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a carefree silhouette.
But in his heart, he was already planning his next move.
"The Sharingan is mine, and my Fire Release talent has improved..." Xingye thought to himself. "I need more traits next. Root, Anbu, even the Third Hokage... If I get the chance, I won't let any of them slip away."
"And..." a cold glint flashed in Xingye's eyes. "Danzo, I'm sick of your surveillance. It's time to teach you a lesson."
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