Chapter 62: Bloodline Fusion, the Sharingan's Might
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[VIP Highlight: Uchiha Clan Civil War (Verbal)]
Uchiha Mikoto (VIP2): A short video? What short video?
Uchiha Fugaku (VIP1): Coughs nervously. It's... irrelevant. Just know my hand was forced!
Uchiha Izuna (Regular Viewer): A traitor is a traitor. Spare us the justifications.
Uchiha Madara (VIP1): So the Uchiha line ends not with a bang, but with a whimper—sold for the price of a man's embarrassment. I expected nothing and am still disappointed.
Uchiha Fugaku: Great-Great-Grandfather, please understand—
Uchiha Izuna: Don't call me that! You are no grandchild of mine!
In the quiet of his apartment, Ren felt the change begin.
[Uchiha Bloodline Integration Complete: 100%]
[Genetic Stabilization Achieved via Uzumaki Physique]
[All Base Attributes Enhanced: Strength +15%, Speed +12%, Chakra Reserves +40%, Chakra Control +8%]
[Fire-Nature Affinity Significantly Increased]
[Potential Unlocked: Sharingan Evolution Pathway Available]
The warmth that had spread through him earlier now settled, a simmering furnace in his core. His senses sharpened—the dust motes in the air seemed to move slower, the distant sounds of the village organized themselves into a comprehensible map of activity. But this was just the foundation.
Next, the prize.
He accessed his system storage. There it floated, a spectral image of a crimson eye with three swirling tomoe: Mangekyō Sharingan (Three Tomoe) - Mikoto Uchiha's Legacy. The [Use] button glowed a soft, inviting red.
He selected it.
[Three-Tomoe Sharingan Activated!]
[Syncing with Host Uchiha Bloodline...]
[Fusion Complete!]
A new, profound heat bloomed behind his eyes. It wasn't painful, but intensely present—like a muscle he'd never known he possessed flexing for the first time.
[Acquired: Sharingan Exclusive Abilities]
[Insight Eye (Kaleidoscope Copy Wheel Eye):]
- Dynamic Vision: Track high-speed movement.
- Chakra Perception: See chakra flow, identify nature transformations.
- Predictive Analysis: Subconscious combat trajectory calculation.
[Mirror Eye (Illusion Eye):]
- Genjutsu Casting: Project illusions via eye contact.
- Genjutsu Reflection: 70% chance to reflect cast genjutsu back at caster.
- Illusion Resistance: +50% resistance to all non-Sharingan genjutsu.
[Copy Eye (Replication Eye):]
- Ninjutsu Replication: Copy and learn any non-Kekkei Genkai ninjutsu seen.
- Taijutsu Analysis: Deconstruct and replicate physical combat styles.
[Additional Bonuses:]
- Fire Release Potency: +10%
- Uchiha Legacy Unlocked: [Mangekyō Evolution Path] now visible in skill tree.
Ren exhaled slowly. The world... changed. Without consciously activating anything, his vision sharpened to impossible clarity. He could see the individual grains in the wood of his desk, the faint, swirling colors of natural energy in the air, the minute fluctuations in his own chakra as it circulated.
He walked to the mirror. His eyes were their usual color, but when he focused, he felt the shift—a mental toggle. The world tinted red, and three black tomoe spun lazily in his irises.
Incredible.
He deactivated them. The world returned to normal, but the enhanced perception lingered slightly, a ghost of the Sharingan's power now woven into his base senses.
[Alert: Uchiha Bloodline + Sharingan Fusion allows for autonomous state switching. Manual activation/deactivation no longer required in combat scenarios. System will auto-optimize based on threat assessment.]
Even better.
He felt... complete. The final piece of his immediate arsenal had clicked into place. The Flying Thunder God's teleportation, the Rasengan's raw power, Tobirama's forbidden techniques, Minato's sensory mastery, the Uzumaki's vitality and sealing arts, and now the Uchiha's ocular prowess.
He was no longer just a talented orphan with a strange system. He was a confluence of Konoha's greatest legacies.
A soft chime from his system.
[New Daily Mission Generated: "Anbu Initiation"]
[Objective: Report for Anbu Internship]
[Reward: 100 Viewer Points, Anbu Basic Training Access]
[Time: 0700 hours]
Ren glanced at the old clock on his wall. 6:45 AM. He dressed quickly in simple, dark training clothes, ate a ration bar, and waited.
At exactly 7:00 AM, two presences appeared outside his door—chakra signatures controlled, muted, professional. He felt them through his new passive sensory abilities before they knocked.
Knock. Knock.
"Is Ren Arakawa present?"
The voice was neutral, filtered.
Ren opened the door. Two Anbu operatives stood there, animal masks obscuring their faces. One was tall and lean, the other slightly shorter with a distinct feminine grace and a cascade of purple hair tied back.
"The Hokage has assigned us for your orientation mission. This is your temporary mask. Guard it well." The purple-haired operative offered a mask—white base, red markings forming a stylized fox.
Ren took it, his new Insight Eye passively analyzing her. Chakra flow steady, wind-nature predominant, slight tension in the shoulders—professional but not hostile. "Uzuki Yugao, right?"
The operative stiffened almost imperceptibly. "You know me?"
"The most renowned kunoichi in the Anbu ranks? It'd be strange not to." He smiled behind the mask he now held, fitting it over his face. The world through the eyeholes felt different—sharper.
Yugao exchanged a brief glance with her companion. "This is 'Tenzō.' We should depart. The team transition briefing begins shortly."
Tenzō. That confirmed it. Yamato. The Wood Release user, Danzō's former experiment, Kakashi's sometime partner. A figure of significant power and complexity. For him to be assigned to a simple intern escort...
The mission isn't simple.
"Lead the way," Ren said, his voice slightly altered by the mask.
Yugao and Yamato nodded, then vanished in twin shunshin, reappearing on the roof across the street.
Ren didn't use Body Flicker. He simply stepped.
Flying Thunder God: Minato's Variation.
He appeared beside them soundlessly, having teleported to a kunai he'd unconsciously marked and left on that rooftop days earlier during a practice session.
Both Anbu twitched, their professionalism the only thing preventing a full defensive stance. Teleportation without hand seals, without visible markers... it was the Fourth's technique. Seeing it in person, used by a child, was deeply unsettling.
"Efficient," Yamato commented, his voice carefully neutral. "Follow closely. The Anbu headquarters entrance is concealed."
They moved through the waking village, a blur of dark clothing across rooftops. Ren kept pace easily, his enhanced physique and new chakra reserves making the exertion trivial. He noted the routes, the security checkpoints (both visible and hidden), the patterns of the morning patrols.
Finally, they descended into a nondescript alley behind the Hokage Tower. Yamato pressed a sequence of stones on the wall. A section slid open silently, revealing a dimly lit staircase descending into the earth.
"Welcome to the roots," Yugao said quietly, and led the way down.
As Ren followed, he felt multiple chakra barriers pass over him—identification seals, probably keyed to their masks or the Hokage's authorization.
The staircase opened into a wide, spartan operations room. Several other masked Anbu were present, studying maps or preparing equipment. At the head of a central table stood a familiar figure—taller than the others, his mask a stylized dog, one arm bandaged.
Danzō Shimura.
"Ah. The... intern." Danzō's voice was dry as old paper. "Punctual. Good. Your first assignment is a simple protection and observation detail. You will be part of Team Ro's support squad for the day."
He gestured to a group of three Anbu in the corner. "You answer to them. Observe. Learn. Interfere only if ordered. Understood?"
Ren nodded. "Understood."
But behind his fox mask, his new Sharingan—invisible to all—activated instinctively, analyzing Danzō's chakra. It was... wrong. Muddled. Tainted with something foreign and hungry. And beneath the bandages on his right arm, a chorus of faint, screaming energies writhed.
So, Ren thought, filing the observation away. It begins.
And somewhere in the Pure Land, Uchiha Madara watched through the stream as the boy with his clan's eyes walked into the serpent's den, and allowed himself a grim nod of approval.
Let's see if you have the eyes to see the traps, child. And the will to survive them.