"Hey, Tenshin, wait up!"
A sudden shout broke the silence, causing Tenshin to halt in his tracks.
He glanced back, his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashing across them.
(TL: Damn dude calm down, you're only 4 years old.)
But after a brief moment of contemplation, Tenshin dismissed the thought.
Killing the person wouldn't solve anything; someone else would simply replace them, and more unknown changes might occur.
His ability to survive hinged on the power of his Hand of God and his knowledge of the storyline—he couldn't afford to disrupt things now.
"Obito, what's up?" Tenshin smiled, turning toward the approaching boy.
"It's nothing, just wanted to walk back with you," Obito said.
Tenshin didn't object, and the two began walking toward the clan's residence.
"You were amazing today, Tenshin! You completely wiped the floor with Kakashi!" Obito said, his tone full of admiration.
Tenshin merely smiled, not responding. Obito continued, his words laced with disdain for Kakashi.
Suddenly, Obito asked, "By the way, I've never seen you before—how come?"
Finally asking it, huh? Tenshin had already expected this question.
He looked at Obito and grinned, "It's better if you don't know."
"You just need to know that we're both part of the Uchiha clan."
Tenshin didn't mind revealing his status as a Uchiha illegitimate child, but that didn't mean others would be as accepting. Especially the Uchiha, who were incredibly proud of their heritage. If the truth got out, it could be embarrassing for them.
And it might even bring punishment down on Tenshin—definitely not worth it.
Obito scratched his head, clueless, but seeing that Tenshin didn't want to talk further, he dropped it.
Soon, the two reached the clan's residence.
In a modest room, Kimura Shiraishi was reporting to Uchiha Fugaku about the day's events.
"He really said he would restore the glory of the Uchiha?" Uchiha Fugaku asked, clearly surprised.
"Yes, he said it in front of everyone," Shiraishi confirmed with a nod.
"Hm. Alright, you can leave now," Fugaku said.
"Yes."
After Shiraishi left, Uchiha Fugaku stepped out of the house, heading toward Tenshin's quarters.
He hadn't expected that in just a few days, Tenshin would develop such a sense of belonging to the family.
But it made sense—Tenshin's parents had died over a year ago in the Second Shinobi World War, when Tenshin was only three years old. A child that young wouldn't have many memories of his parents, so it was only natural that he would quickly adapt to his new family.
Understanding this, Fugaku quickened his pace and soon arrived at Tenshin's place.
"Fugaku-nii, you're here!" Tenshin ran out of the door before Fugaku could even open it, his face full of excitement.
Seeing how affectionate Tenshin was, Fugaku was even more pleased. He smiled and patted Tenshin's head. "So, how did you do today? How was school?"
"Of course, I got first place in the practical training!" Tenshin said in a sweet voice, almost making himself sick.
Fugaku already knew about this, but still encouraged him.
Noticing this, Tenshin seized the moment, saying, "Fugaku-nii, can you guide me in my training?"
"You can, but let's eat first," Fugaku replied.
After a simple meal, the two moved to an open space behind the house.
Once ready, Tenshin rushed straight at Fugaku.
But even with Kakashi's taijutsu, it was no match for Fugaku, an experienced jonin.
After a series of attacks, Tenshin was exhausted, while Fugaku remained unfazed, casually asking, "Your attacks are pretty good. Did you come up with them on your own?"
"Yeah," Tenshin answered shamelessly, pausing to catch his breath.
Although he was tired, Tenshin was secretly thrilled.
Through their brief exchange, he had copied Fugaku's taijutsu with his Hand of God.
The only downside was that Fugaku had only used his chunin-level strength, so the taijutsu Tenshin copied was only at that level.
But Tenshin was satisfied—after all, he was only four years old. If his strength became too overwhelming, it would certainly attract unwanted attention.
For now, this chunin-level taijutsu would be more than enough.
But that didn't stop Tenshin from copying more!
With eager eyes, he looked at Fugaku and said in a sweet tone, "Fugaku-nii, can I see your Sharingan?"
"Of course," Fugaku readily agreed. He was happy to fulfill most of Tenshin's requests.
In an instant, three dark tomoe swirled in Fugaku's crimson eyes, exuding a chilling presence.
"Tenshin, with your talent, you'll definitely have your own three-tomoe Sharingan in the future."
Tenshin smiled, nodding enthusiastically.
But inwardly, he was thinking, "I already have it!"
At that moment, he clenched his left hand tightly, eager to witness his own three-tomoe Sharingan in full view.
However, seeing Fugaku still standing in front of him, he bit his lip and held back.
Afterward, Tenshin lost much of his interest in training. Fugaku assumed he was simply tired, so he ended the session.
Later that evening, in a brightly lit room, Fugaku had already left.
Tenshin sat in the center of the room, playing with a kunai he had borrowed.
He gripped the kunai with his right hand, activating the hidden power of his Hand of God.
In an instant, a dark, eerie aura rose from his hand, curling around the kunai.
The room filled with an ominous, cold sensation, but Tenshin felt no discomfort—on the contrary, it felt strangely familiar.
He focused on the chilling power, feeling a shiver run through his soul.
Tenshin knew he would never dare to use this power recklessly, especially not before his strength had fully developed.
If someone discovered that he could attack the soul, his secret would be exposed.
For now, it was best to keep it hidden until he was strong enough to protect himself.
With that thought, Tenshin dismissed the dark aura, walking toward the mirror.
He looked into his own eyes, the three-tomoe Sharingan glowing back at him.
"This Hand of God really is amazing!"
"If my body wasn't so young and restricting my chakra, I could become an elite shinobi in just a few days, living freely however I want!"
After experimenting with his abilities for days, Tenshin had realized that his Hand of God couldn't copy chakra.
His power would be limited by his chakra until he matured physically.
(TL: Oh here's the nerf, atleast its reasonable tho.)
But even so, this restriction wasn't too much of a hindrance. Compared to his peers, he was still far stronger. He just wouldn't be able to defeat figures like Madara, Kaguya, or the others for now.
Fortunately, Tenshin didn't mind—according to the storyline, the next crisis would be the Third Shinobi World War, and he had more than enough time to develop his strength.
For him, this was the kind of life that was worth living. Gaining instant invincibility from an external power would be far too boring.
(TL: Who are you kidding my dude.)