The silence that descended after Raiga's demise was heavy, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze. Sasuke, his breath still catching in his throat from the exertion, sheathed the broken remnants of his katana. He then knelt beside Raiga's headless body, his gaze fixed on the twin Kiba blades lying beside the severed head. Their violet glow had dimmed slightly, but they still pulsed with an undeniable aura of power.
Reaching out, Sasuke grasped the hilts of the Kiba blades. The moment his fingers closed around them, a jolt of raw energy surged through his body. It was a wild, untamed power, a stark contrast to the controlled flow of his own chakra. A primal grin stretched across his lips.
"You're mine now," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. He channeled his Chidori, the familiar blue energy crackling to life in his hand. With deliberate movements, he infused the lightning chakra into the Kiba blades.
The violet glow of the swords intensified, now interwoven with the vibrant blue of Sasuke's Chidori, creating a mesmerizing display of intertwined energies. The blades hummed vibrantly in his grasp, feeling strangely alive, eager to unleash their power. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him as he felt the amplified cutting power and the raw electrical potential thrumming within the Kiba.
After a moment, savoring the sensation, he deinfused his Chidori, the violet glow of the blades returning to its solitary brilliance.
- System Stats -
(Name : Sasuke Uchiha)
(Age : 13)
(Chakra Reserves : 12,068/33,900 [Low-level Jonin])
(Chakra Control : 52%)
(Ninjutsu : Advanced)
(Genjutsu : Advanced)
(Taijutsu : Advanced)
(Shurikenjutsu : Proficient)
(Kenjutsu : Intermediate)
(Sharingan : 40/100 [3-Tomoe])
He mentally prompted, his awareness shifting to the intangible interface within his mind. Information flashed before his eyes, detailing his current stats. He scanned the familiar metrics, his gaze specifically searching for changes related to his recent intense combat.
His lips curved into a subtle smile as he noted the slight but level increase in his Kenjutsu skill level. The brutal exchange with Raiga, even with a broken blade, had honed his swordsmanship. He then focused on his ocular power. The System indicated a increase in his Sharingan proficiency, the progress bar inching ever so slightly closer to the threshold of the Mangekyo Sharingan.
'Is it the intensity of the battle or because I copied a powerful jutsu that have pushed my Sharingan further,' he mused.
The thought sparked a familiar curiosity. 'Will my Mangekyo Sharingan abilities mirror those of the original Sasuke? Amaterasu and Kagutsuchi… or will they manifest differently, reflecting my own experiences and desires?'
'Afterall, it is somewhat similar to zanpakuto spirit of shingami in Bleach, deep inner desires shape the abilities...'
His mind drifted to the nature of Mangekyo Sharingan abilities, the widely accepted understanding that they were deeply connected to the emotional trauma experienced upon awakening the advanced dojutsu and the inner desires of the Uchiha at that critical moment.
Shisui's Kotoamatsukami, a subtle yet profound ability to manipulate thoughts, seemed to stem from his desire to resolve conflict peacefully within the clan and the village. He wants to change people's mind.
Obito's Kamui, the power to manipulate space-time, appeared to be born after witnessing Rin's death and his desire to escape that pain. And Itachi's Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi, the inescapable flames and the realm of illusion, seemed to reflect his agonizing decision to 'burn' his clan and subject them to a lifetime of torment within his genjutsu, twisted though his motivations were.
A wry smile touched Sasuke's lips. 'The Will of Fire… manipulated by the elders,' he thought, a hint of disdain coloring his internal monologue.
'While watching anime i always think Itachi is cool but after finding the whole details I think he is just a Fool.'
The sheer scale of the Uchiha clan's massacre, orchestrated under the guise of protecting the village, now seemed even more absurd through the lens of his transmigrated soul.
While the original Sasuke's burning desire for revenge against Itachi had been deeply personal, fueled by the loss of his family, but this Sasuke felt a detached sense of pity for the fallen clan. They weren't his parents, and he held no genuine memories of a life spent with them. His drive for power was his own, born from the knowledge of future threats.
His gaze then fell upon the discarded cloak lying near where Raiga's body had fallen. He reached down and carefully lifted the garment, revealing the small, frail form of Ranmaru huddled beneath it. The boy's pale eyes, no longer glowing with their unique perception, were wide with terror as he looked up at Sasuke.
The three tomoe of Sasuke's Sharingan had long since faded, replaced by his normal onyx eyes, but Ranmaru's fear remained palpable. He likely believed that Sasuke, having so ruthlessly dispatched Raiga, would show him no mercy.
A conflict arose within Sasuke. On one hand, letting Ranmaru live posed a potential risk. The boy had witnessed everything, knew that Sasuke had killed Raiga and taken the Kiba blades. Sooner or later, that information could reach others, potentially drawing unwanted attention.
On the other hand, the idea of killing a child, even one who had indirectly aided his opponent, left a sour taste in his mouth. Despite the countless virtual deaths he had experienced in his previous life and the necessary ruthlessness he had displayed in this one, the deliberate act of ending a ten-year-old's life felt… wrong.
He looked down at the trembling boy, his expression calm and unreadable. "Do you want to live, kid?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.
Ranmaru's eyes widened further, and he stammered out a barely audible, "Y-yes…"
Sasuke nodded slowly, a decision forming in his mind. 'Even if word gets out about the Kiba blades, it doesn't truly matter in the long run,' he reasoned. 'Once I've grown strong enough, I intend to use them openly anyway. Hiding them would be a temporary measure at best.'
Just then, the sounds of approaching footsteps and hushed voices reached Sasuke's ears. Several figures emerged from the surrounding trees, their expressions shifting from cautious anticipation to shock as they took in the scene before them. Raiga's headless body lay sprawled on the ground, and a teenage shinobi stood nearby, the legendary Kiba blades held firmly in his hands.
One of the newcomers, a burly man with a scarred face, stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in disbelief and anger. "You… you killed Raiga-sama?" he stammered, his gaze fixed on the Kiba blades in Sasuke's possession.
Sasuke didn't deign to answer the man directly. Instead, he turned his attention to Ranmaru, who had slowly stood up, still looking uncertain but no longer hidden beneath the cloak. "Are all these people Raiga's lackeys, or are there any villagers among them?" Sasuke asked, his voice calm and measured.
Ranmaru's gaze swept over the group of newcomers. He nodded hesitantly. "They… they all serve Raiga…"
A faint smile played on Sasuke's lips. He tightened his grip on the Kiba blades, a spark of anticipation igniting within him. "Let's see just how powerful my first copied jutsu truly is," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a newfound excitement.
He had observed Raiga's Lightning Burial technique closely during their battle, his Sharingan having meticulously recorded the hand seals and the chakra flow. Now was the perfect opportunity to test his replication.