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[Konoha]
Within the Uchiha clan grounds, in one of the many secluded training areas, a young Uchiha boy was honing his skills. The forest-like environment was serene, with tall trees casting dappled shadows on the ground. Tatsuya pushed off the light brown earth, his movements quick and precise, as purplish sparks crackled around him, a testament to the unique power he wielded. His body blurred as he wove through the wooden stakes scattered throughout the training ground, each step calculated, every movement refined through countless hours of practice.
With a sharp flick of his wrist, Tatsuya unleashed a flurry of shurikens, each one slicing through the air with a distinct whistle. The weapons embedded themselves in the targets with pinpoint accuracy, their metallic hums fading into the background noise of rustling leaves.
"It's been six years since I regained my memories from my past life, and two years since I realized I possessed One For All," I thought, my expression unreadable as I paused for a moment, the sparks around him fading. "My name is now Uchiha Tatsuya, and I am an orphan— for better or for worse. Honestly, if it wasn't for One For All, I wouldn't be anything special."
He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly as he allowed himself a moment of reflection. The weight of his past life's memories was something he had come to terms with, but the burden of the power he now held was another matter entirely. He had spent years hiding the truth from everyone, training in secret to master the quirks of his inherited power while blending in with the expectations of the Uchiha clan.
Tatsuya's eyes narrowed as he recalled the intense training sessions he had put himself through. The power of One For All was incredible, but it was also volatile. It required discipline, control, and a level of mastery that he was still working towards. The Uchiha clan was known for its prodigies, but he knew better than anyone that his abilities were not solely a product of his lineage.
"Even here, in the clan training ground, I have to be careful," he mused, his gaze drifting to the entrance of the training ground. "If anyone were to find out about One For All, I'm not sure what would happen. They might see me as a threat—or worse, they might try to use me for their own purposes."
He clenched his fists, the familiar sparks of energy dancing along his arms as he steeled his resolve. The thought of being used was something he couldn't allow. He had a mission, a purpose that transcended the petty power struggles of the ninja world. His past life had given him knowledge, and this new life had given him power. Now, it was up to him to decide how he would use it.
Tatsuya turned his attention back to the training equipment, his expression hardening.
"I know this wont be enough for the future threats especially those that appear in Boruto but it will be enough to survive the third shinobi war"
He took another deep breath, centering himself before diving back into his training with renewed determination. The wooden stakes and targets wouldn't stand a chance against the storm he was about to unleash.
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The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training ground. Tatsuya wiped the sweat from his brow, his breath coming in steady rhythm as he gathered his belongings. The familiar weight of his shuriken pouch and kunai holster brought a sense of comfort, a reminder of the path he had chosen.
With a final glance at the training ground, he turned and headed towards the Uchiha compound. The streets were bustling with activity, the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and children playing filling the air. Tatsuya moved through the crowd with practiced ease, his senses alert to his surroundings.
As he approached his modest home, a sense of anticipation washed over him. He had made a decision, a bold and perhaps reckless one, but it was a decision that he believed in with all his heart. He reached for the door, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the handle.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. He closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the stillness.
"I'm home," he announced, his voice barely above a whisper.
There was no response, but he wasn't expecting one. He moved through the dimly lit house, his footsteps silent on the tatami mats. He reached his room, sliding the shoji screen open and stepping inside.
The room was sparse, reflecting his simple lifestyle. A futon lay neatly rolled in the corner, a small desk with a few scrolls and writing implements sat against one wall. He crossed the room, kneeling at the desk and lighting a small oil lamp. The soft glow illuminated his face, revealing a determined expression.
He unrolled a scroll, the paper crinkling softly under his touch. It was blank, waiting for his words, his plans. He dipped a brush in ink, the dark liquid pooling at the tip.
"My goal," he wrote in bold strokes, "to escape this world."
He paused, the weight of his words settling in the silence of the room. It was a daring ambition, one that would require immense power and cunning. But I was not deterred. I continued writing, his brush moving swiftly across the page.
"I will learn the art of sealing," I wrote, "and the first target to make my plan succeed is the Flying Thunder God Technique."
I set the brush down, as I fixed my gaze on the words. It was a lofty goal, but I already had a plan. I would start by studying the basic principles of sealing, mastering the fundamentals before moving on to more advanced techniques. Then seek out hidden scrolls, consult with knowledgeable elders, and train relentlessly until one way or another achieving this objective.
I knew the risks. The Flying Thunder God Technique was a closely guarded secret, passed down through generations of Hokage. Attempting to steal it would be considered treason, punishable by death. But I was willing to take that risk.
I rolled the scroll back up, securing it with a ribbon. I stood up, my resolve is unwavering. I had a path, a purpose. I would not be bound by the limitations of this world. I would find a way to escape it one way or another.