"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
The rooster's crow woke the village from its sleep.
Morning light shone into the Uchiha compound and seeped into Sasuke's room.
"Sasuke! Get up!"
Fugaku pushed open the door and pulled Sasuke's blanket right off him.
"Mmm... oh! I know!"
Sasuke emerged from his dream.
It had been a strange dream. He seemed to have heard a strange voice, but it had sounded so far away.
It seemed to be saying something about...
"An inherently evil flying sword?"
Sasuke shook his head, trying to wake himself up.
He had gone to bed very early last night and had not read the manga he had casually taken from Naruto.
After all, he was going to bring Nii-san back now!
Once Sasuke had dressed, Fugaku took him into the yard.
Fugaku brought a large, heavily battered wooden sword and a smaller wooden sword out of the room.
"Catch."
Fugaku tossed the wooden sword toward Sasuke.
Scarlet flashed in Sasuke's eyes, and a moment later, he caught the wooden sword after a stylish flip.
"Turn off your Sharingan!"
A flash of pride crossed Fugaku's eyes, but he quickly hid it and scolded Sasuke in a rather stern voice.
Having two tomoe is certainly good, but right now, we're building his swordsmanship fundamentals and developing his physical instincts.
If he always relies on the Sharingan's perception, he might end up like our second ancestor, Izuna, one day, cut down by the Second Hokage with a Flying Thunder God.
Of course, that was not to say Izuna's fundamentals had been poor. After all, he had been the Uchiha's second-in-command during the Warring States Period. The Second's Flying Thunder God had simply been too fast.
As a result, the Uchiha had imposed even stricter requirements on solid fundamentals ever since.
"Oh, got it."
Sasuke pressed