Born? Already Opened Its Eyes?

As the turbulent waves of his mind gradually subsided into a tranquil ocean, Hayato, much like a sage, began to savor every drop of knowledge nectar bestowed upon him by the system.

First, he confirmed his identity as a member of the Uchiha Clan, and from the system panel's introduction, he realized he was by no means an obscure figure among the Uchiha. He was, in fact, the grandson of the Uchiha Clan's Grand Elder, a status that was quite prestigious.

Coupled with the description of himself—in the prime of his youth, appearing to be around twenty years old—this meant the system had descended into his world more than twenty years ahead of schedule.

He had also grasped the desperate situation initially mentioned by the system: the tragic night of the Uchiha Clan's annihilation.

Fortunately, that vast distance in time allowed him to temporarily set aside the heavy burden in his heart, sparing him from excessive worry.

He had originally feared he was already in immediate danger, but it appeared he was merely a newborn infant; even if he faced a crisis, he lacked the power to turn the tides.

However, the version of himself shown on the system panel was severely injured and hanging by a thread.

The final task listed on the panel was simple and straightforward: it asked him to stand tall. In short, he just had to stand up.

The task seemed effortless, but Hayato knew well that within the system's virtual scenario, it was actually fraught with difficulty.

He had already encountered a near-death crisis, and his stamina was almost completely exhausted.

Yet, once the task was completed, he would be able to obtain the Uchiha Clan's signature power—the One-Tomoe Sharingan.

Although it was only one tomoe, seeing that his older self in the system panel hadn't awakened the Sharingan even in his late teens or early twenties, he suddenly felt it wasn't bad at all.

His own talent wasn't anything to write home about, so if he could awaken a One-Tomoe Sharingan now, he had no room to complain.

Of course, this was the situation within the system scenario. If it were his current self, well, it would be difficult, but not impossible.

The problem wasn't significant.

Normally, for a newborn infant to stand would be a fantasy for any ordinary person, as the brain had not yet fully developed to allow for precise control of the body.

But for Hayato, who possessed the soul of an adult, this was not without a solution.

With a thought, he resolutely accepted the task.

He then began to attempt to control his fragile body.

He wobbled as he bent his waist, his tiny feet pushing hard against the surface, his center of gravity lowering as he struggled to straighten his back.

Though his will was as firm as iron, the infant body was far too delicate, its bones soft, making the process of standing up filled with hardship and challenge.

Finally, after several relentless attempts, Hayato's body managed to stand up, albeit shakily.

This scene left both Misaki and the young man present in utter astonishment.

They could hardly believe their eyes; how could a newborn infant possibly stand?

This was completely contrary to the common knowledge passed down by the clan elders, as most children took at least ten months to learn to stand.

With a voice filled with excitement and disbelief, Misaki asked, "Honey, did you see that just now?"

The young man's throat bobbed as he nodded slowly, his voice trembling, "Yes, Hayato... he stood up!"

However, Hayato's infant body was far too frail, and his energy was limited.

After standing for a few seconds, he wobbled and sat back down. Fortunately, the soft cushion acted as a buffer, and he suffered no harm.

Just then, the system's voice echoed in Hayato's mind, carrying a hint of praise and encouragement:

[Congratulations. With your indomitable iron will, even with stumbling steps and a teetering frame, you have stood tall.]

[This is like your roar of defiance against fate, echoing in the deepest reaches of your soul, where a long-slumbering, peerless beast is slowly opening its eyes, which shine with unyielding light, preparing to shake the heavens and earth as it awakens to the world!]

[Task complete. Reward: One-Tomoe Sharingan.]

Hearing the system's response, Hayato felt as though he were listening to the most beautiful melody in the world.

He thought in disbelief, I've just been born, and I'm already awakening my eyes?

Immediately after, he felt a warm current flow through his body, washing away his exhaustion, and the energy he had depleted was more than half restored.

Then, his eyes began to feel a warm sensation, one that grew increasingly intense.

Hayato's originally pitch-black pupils began to fade, transforming into scarlet irises, with a small tomoe shape appearing in each.

This turn of events shocked Misaki and the young man once again. They had been watching Hayato the entire time.

At this moment, it felt as if their brains had been struck by a powerful impact.

What had they just seen?

If Hayato learning to stand shortly after birth had already filled them with surprise and joy, then seeing him awaken the Uchiha Clan's bloodline limit—the Sharingan—so soon after birth left them ecstatic, almost to the point of tears.

After feeling the changes in his eyes, Hayato was suddenly overcome by a wave of intense drowsiness.

The act of awakening his eyes had consumed too much of his energy, exhausting even the stamina he had just recovered.

His eyelids grew incredibly heavy, and he slowly slumped onto the soft cushion, falling into a deep slumber.

Small bubbles began to form at his nose, making him look exceptionally peaceful.

The young man asked Misaki with a trembling voice, "You saw that too, right?" He doubted himself, wondering if he had misread the situation.

Misaki did not respond immediately; her mind was a whirlwind of chaos and joy. Surprise after surprise had crashed into her brain like a torrential storm, leaving her as if she hadn't heard her husband's voice.

The young man nudged Misaki's arm gently with his elbow.

"Hey, Misaki, tell me quickly, I didn't see wrong, right? That just now... it was the Sharingan, right?"

Feeling the touch on his arm, Misaki finally snapped back to reality and turned her head to look at the young man.

"Yes, that's right, I saw it too."

The two of them then looked down at their child together, unable to believe that they had actually brought such a shocking, monstrous talent into the world.

"I am going to find Father and tell him about this as soon as possible. Misaki, I leave Hayato in your care," the young man said, his voice trembling with excitement.

Seeing that Hayato was asleep, they decided not to disturb him. After all, he was the apple of their eye, their most precious treasure.

Misaki nodded slowly in agreement; such a momentous event truly needed to be reported immediately.

Yet, Hayato remained completely oblivious to all these sudden changes and surprises.

He had already drifted into a sweet slumber, for he was, after all, just an infant—normally, he was either asleep or on his way to falling asleep.