Awakening the Sharingan!
Deep within Konoha stood a solemn and mysterious house-the residence of Uchiha Fugaku, the Uchiha Clan Head.
The residence was not only the center of the Uchiha Clan's power, but also the focus of their spirit, carrying on their glory and blood oaths.
Night fell, and lights blazed throughout the residence, casting a solemn yet peaceful atmosphere over it.
Towering stone walls surrounded the entire residence, their surfaces carved with intricate patterns and enormous Uchiha Gunbai designs that seemed to tell of ancient legends.
Now and then, members of the Uchiha Military Police Force patrolled silently through the shadows, their presence adding a touch of vigilance and mystery to the tranquil night.
Beyond the stone walls lay a broad stone-paved path, lined on both sides by lush ancient trees. Their branches and leaves danced in the gentle night breeze, as though guarding this sacred ground.
At the end of the path stood an imposing main house, blending traditional and modern architectural styles. It was solemn and elegant without sacrificing a fashionable charm.
Around the main house, rows of elegant side rooms and auxiliary buildings were arranged at varying intervals throughout the courtyard, creating a harmonious and practical layout.
Exquisite stone tiles paved the courtyard, dotted here and there with flowers, grasses, and trees. A towering ancient tree and a sprawling pond of rippling emerald water complemented each other.
Moonlight spilled like water over the main hall of the Uchiha Clan Head's home.
Inside the spacious, brightly lit hall, the Uchiha Clan's core members had gathered. The atmosphere was both solemn and tense.
Uchiha Fugaku sat upright in the elevated seat of honor. His face was resolute and grave, and his sharp eyes seemed capable of seeing into people's hearts.
He wore an Uchiha police uniform, with the fan emblem of the Uchiha Clan embroidered on its sleeves, making him look all the more imposing and unrivaled.
Seated opposite the Uchiha Clan Head were the Uchiha Clan's elders.
Though advanced in years, every one of them sat with his back straight, displaying the resilience and defiance in their bones.
Their faces were etched with the marks of time, yet their deep-set eyes remained bright and alert, expressing their profound concern and firm belief in the clan's future.
In contrast to the solemn atmosphere of the meeting in the main hall, Koki's room was quiet and cozy. Soft light fell on the welcoming furnishings, cloaking the room in a faint golden glow.
Koki simply couldn't stand these empty rooms in Japan, which didn't even have a bed!
At his insistence, Fugaku had agreed to furnish the room for him, and Koki had even bought a waterbed.
A green plant sat on the bedside table, its leaves gleaming with vibrant life under the light and adding a touch of nature to the room.
The bed was soft and comfortable, and the freshly washed sheets and quilt gave off a delicate fragrance.
Two adorable cartoon cushions rested on the pillow. They were custom-made in the likenesses of Koki and Itachi, and their colors complemented the room's decor, making the whole space look even cozier.
"Big brother, big brother, hug." One-year-old Itachi could already speak fluently. He sat on his brother's bed, his little hands gripping Koki's clothes tightly, his cheeks rosy and his big, watery eyes fixed on his brother.
Koki sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of affection and fondness.
He gently opened his arms in invitation.
Seeing this, Itachi immediately crawled over in excitement.
His little hands gripped his brother's collar tightly, and he leaned forward slightly, as though seeking a safe haven.
The moment their bodies touched, a radiant smile blossomed on Itachi's little face, and his eyes shone with happiness.
"Big brother, big brother, I love you." Itachi's voice was quiet, but full of genuine emotion.
"Hahaha, do you know what love is? You're only a little over a year old." Koki teased him.
"I know! Mommy said it to Daddy: 'I love you!'"
Under Itachi's earnest gaze, Koki sighed softly. After transmigrating into the Uchiha Clan, you really do become a brocon without even noticing, especially with such an adorable little brother like Itachi!
[Ding! The Hokage Redemption System is online! Host, please claim your beginner's gift pack immediately. It expired a year ago!]
The sudden voice beside his ear gave Koki a fright. "Damn, system, you finally showed up! I thought everything before was just a hallucination!"
He then replied in his mind, It's not that I didn't want to claim it. You disappeared for four whole years, and I couldn't get in touch with you. I really thought you'd abandoned me.
His last sentence carried a hint of resentment.
[I... I went back to the main world for further training for a while. Host, please claim it immediately.]
For some reason, Koki could actually hear a trace of apology in the system's voice.
"Okay!" Hearing the system urge him on, Koki hesitated no longer. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement, found the beginner's gift pack claim screen on the virtual panel floating in the air, and clicked to claim it. Every time he saw those lifelike Sharingan, he was astonished.
The instant his fingertip pressed the confirmation button, pain made Koki clench his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His breathing gradually grew rapid, each breath accompanied by a surge of intense pain, as though countless tiny knives were moving around inside his eyes.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and slid along his pale cheeks, dripping onto his tightly clenched fists and mingling with the sweat there to form damp patches.
Koki's body began to tremble slightly, as though unable to bear that immense power. Beneath his tightly shut eyelids, his eyeballs began to quiver, as if something were awakening inside them.
"Ah!" Koki could finally hold back no longer and let out a piercing scream. It echoed through the room, lingering for a long time.
He pressed both hands tightly over his eyes, trying to fend off the excruciating pain that felt as though it would tear his soul apart.
As time passed, the pain seemed to gradually reach its peak.
Koki's consciousness began to blur. He felt as though he had been cast into an endless abyss of darkness.
"Big brother!" Terrified and at a loss after seeing Koki suddenly become like this, Itachi pulled open the door and stumbled out.
Fugaku and the elders in the meeting were also alarmed by the sudden cry for help. They hurried to Koki's room, only to find him curled up on the floor in pain, his eyes tightly shut, his face pale as paper, and his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"W-what happened?" Fugaku's voice was full of shock and confusion. He hurried to Koki's side and crouched down. "Koki, can you hear me? Tell me, where does it hurt?"
But Koki seemed to have fallen into an endless darkness. His consciousness had been completely consumed by the intense pain, leaving him utterly unable to respond.