Chapter 5 — Fugaku's Guidance
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Ding! Uchiha Itachi's affection +2. Current affection: 85 (Devoted)!
Ding! Reward obtained: Chakra Extraction Technique!
Duplicate skill detected—merging and upgrading!
Chakra Extraction Technique (Proficient): Extraction speed +40%, extraction quality +30%!
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As soon as Itachi gave his rare praise, the system chimed again.
It was still the same Chakra Extraction skill, still at the "Proficient" tier—but now the extraction speed had risen from 30% to 40%, and the chakra purity boost from 20% to 30%.
Sasuke couldn't help feeling thrilled.
With the Sharingan assisting him, he could instantly pinpoint issues in his chakra flow.
With Itachi's expert guidance, his progress skyrocketed.
One hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Sasuke's chakra capacity had risen from 12 to 15—a modest number on paper, but for a six-year-old child, it was an absurd growth rate.
More importantly, his control over Lightning chakra was becoming increasingly refined.
He could already gather faint sparks of Lightning Release at his fingertips.
He couldn't perform a jutsu yet, but the foundation was laid—solid and promising.
"That's it for today."
Itachi handed him a towel and said, "Training must be gradual. Overexerting your body will only hinder you. You have talent, Sasuke, but don't rush—solid fundamentals will carry you further."
"Thank you, Brother."
Sasuke wiped his sweat, a satisfied smile on his lips.
In just one night, he'd gained more chakra, increased affection, Lightning affinity, and mastered the basics of the Sharingan.
A massive win.
At that moment, Mikoto arrived holding a bowl of warm tonic soup.
Soft light glowed in her gentle smile.
"Sasuke, you must be tired after training. Come—drink this to recover your strength."
The fragrance was mild, not bitter at all—clearly something she had carefully prepared just for him, nourishing yet child-friendly.
Sasuke took the bowl and drank it in one go.
Warmth spread through his chest and limbs, washing away his fatigue.
"Thank you, Mom. It's delicious."
He smiled sweetly.
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Ding! Uchiha Mikoto's affection +3. Current affection: 78 (Close)!
Ding! Reward obtained: Minor physical enhancement (Stamina +5%)!
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Another affection boost. Another reward.
Sasuke was overjoyed.
With family, as long as he acted cute and obedient, goodwill came endlessly—and every gain turned into solid power.
Lightning Release. Sharingan. Physical reinforcement.
And this was just day one.
His strength had already undergone a dramatic transformation.
Mikoto affectionately patted his head.
"As long as you like it, Mama will make it for you after your training every day."
"Mm!" Sasuke nodded vigorously.
At this rate, his future could only be bright.
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The next morning—before sunrise.
Sasuke arrived at the courtyard exactly on time, just as Fugaku had instructed.
Fugaku was already waiting. When he saw Sasuke arrive early, his eyes flashed with subtle approval.
"Good. No lateness."
He stepped forward, his tone strict but not unkind.
"Today's training will be basic punching techniques and evasion drills. Watch carefully."
He shifted into stance.
His punches and kicks seemed simple, but each movement carried immense weight—every blow cut the air with a sharp whoosh. His footwork and dodges were precise, elegant, and honed by countless battles.
Sasuke watched intently, imprinting every motion into his memory.
Quietly, he activated his one-tomoe Sharingan.
Fugaku's movements slowed instantly in Sasuke's vision—every muscle contraction, every shift of balance, every redirection of force became crystal clear.
His body was that of a six-year-old, but his soul was an adult's. Coupled with the Sharingan, his understanding far surpassed any child of his age.
"Begin."
Fugaku stepped back.
Sasuke took a deep breath and mimicked the form.
The first few moves were slightly stiff, but after a few repetitions, they quickly became smoother and sharper.
Sasuke incorporated the striking techniques he observed through the Sharingan into his movements.
With every repetition, his punches grew faster, sharper, more focused. Fugaku stood to the side, offering guidance whenever necessary.
"Punch faster. Focus all your power into your fist—don't waste energy."
"When you dodge, keep your center of gravity steady. Eyes forward. Predict the direction of the attack."
Under Fugaku's correction—and with the Sharingan's piercing insight—Sasuke's taijutsu improved at an astonishing rate.
Before he realized it, the hour-long training session came to an end.
Sasuke was drenched in sweat, his young muscles aching slightly, but his eyes shone with fierce excitement.
The one-tomoe Sharingan wasn't just good for reading an opponent's movements.
It helped him analyze his own technique, instantly identifying mistakes and correcting form—
a true cultivation cheat.
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Ding! Uchiha Fugaku's affection +4. Current affection: 77 (Close)!
Ding! Reward obtained: Taijutsu (Basic) → Taijutsu (Proficient)!
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The system notification sounded, and Sasuke felt the change immediately.
His coordination, strength, and speed all jumped noticeably.
Even without chakra, his current taijutsu was enough to overwhelm any child his age—and probably many above his age as well.
"Training is over for today. Go wash up and get ready for school."
Fugaku spoke with his usual stern tone, but the approval in his eyes was unmistakable.
He could feel it clearly—Sasuke's growth was far beyond expectations.
At this rate, the child might even surpass him one day.
"Yes, Father."
Sasuke bowed respectfully, his heart burning with motivation.
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After washing up and putting on his brand-new Ninja Academy uniform, Sasuke stood before the mirror.
Jet-black short hair.
A delicate face.
Blue school uniform making him look fresh, sharp, and full of spirit.
He quietly activated his Sharingan—
a crimson one-tomoe flashed across his dark eyes, vanishing in an instant.
That brief glint held a seductive, dangerous allure.
"Breakfast is ready, Sasuke—come eat."
Mikoto's gentle voice drifted from the dining room.
Sasuke walked in.
Mikoto had prepared a hearty meal: rice, fried eggs, miso soup, and several side dishes.
"Eat up. You'll have just enough time to head to school afterward."
She smiled as she ladled soup into his bowl.
"Thank you, Mom."
Sasuke sat and ate quickly, polishing off his breakfast with enthusiasm.
When he finished, he slung on his bag and turned toward his parents.
"Mom, Dad—I'm leaving for school."
"Be careful on the way," Mikoto said warmly.
Fugaku gave a firm nod.
"At the Academy, study well—and remember who you are. You are an Uchiha. Do not allow anyone to push you around."
"I know!"
Sasuke answered loudly, then stepped out the door.