The cries of a laboring woman echoed through the quiet halls of the Uchiha compound, punctuating the stillness of the night. The air carried a tense energy, the kind that ripples before a storm.
In the birthing room, the clan's most skilled midwives and healers worked in tandem, their hands steady but their hearts anxious. Jinkutsu's mother, Rei, gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles pale, her sweat-drenched face set with determination.
"Push, Lady Rei!" urged one of the midwives. "He's almost here."
Rei screamed one final time, a sound of both pain and exhaustion. Then, silence. A heartbeat later, the wail of a newborn filled the room.
Relief swept over the nurses like a tide, followed by a ripple of excitement as they cleaned the squirming infant.
"He's here. He's healthy," one nurse said with a smile, lifting the baby for Rei to see.
But then, the room fell silent again, a different tension filling the air. The nurse holding the child gasped, her hands trembling.
Another nurse rushed forward, peering at the infant's face, only to recoil, her eyes wide.
"His eyes," she whispered.
Rei, still catching her breath, looked up in alarm. "What... what's wrong with him?"
The nurse hesitated, then slowly brought the baby closer to Rei. His cries softened as his mother's warmth enveloped him, but it wasn't his soft coos that captivated the room. It was his eyes.
Unlike any Uchiha—or any person—they had ever seen, the child's eyes held three pupils in each iris, perfectly spaced, their dark orbs gleaming even in the dim light of the chamber. Rei stared, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten.
"What... is this?" she murmured, her fingers trembling as they brushed against her son's tiny cheek.
"What does this mean?"
One of the older nurses, a veteran in the clan, whispered in a voice barely audible.
"The Uchiha are marked by their eyes, and this child... he is marked thrice over. Could this be a blessing? Or a curse?"
The room buzzed with murmurs. A younger nurse stepped forward, her curiosity overcoming her fear.
"Do you think... if or when he awakens the Sharingan, will each of those pupils bear a tomoe? Could he have three tomoe in each eye? Nine in total?"
The elder nurse frowned, her expression unreadable.
"If that were true, then this child's potential... it would surpass even the legends of our clan."
Rei clutched her son tighter, her mind swirling with equal parts pride and worry. The weight of her lineage, the weight of his destiny, pressed down on her like a shroud.
Far away, a flicker of chakra rippled through the village, faint but distinct. In the depths of the Uchiha archives, an ancient seal glowed faintly, unnoticed by the guards.
The birth of Jinkutsu Uchiha was no ordinary event. His tri-pupil eyes, a phenomenon unseen in even the most hallowed Uchiha histories, stirred something ancient.
A question hung in the air, unspoken yet undeniable.
Would this child, with his nine-tomoe potential, become a beacon of strength for the Uchiha? Or would he bring a storm of chaos unlike anything the clan had ever faced?
Rei looked down at her son, his peculiar gaze fixed on hers, his cries fading into soft murmurs. She pressed her forehead against his, her voice firm despite the tremor in her heart.
"Whatever you are, whoever you become, you are my child," she whispered. "And I will protect you."
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The moon hung low over Konohagakure, casting long shadows that flickered with the faint glow of lanterns. The village had been eerily quiet since news of Tobirama Senju's death had spread like wildfire.
In the heart of the Uchiha compound, tension simmered. Jinkusu Uchiha, twelve years old and already the Uchiha Clan patriarch, sat at the head of the clan's war council.
His crimson eyes glinted under the candlelight, the nine tomoe of his sharingan orbiting furiously.
"The Senju have lost their cornerstone," said Elder Setsuna, his voice gravelly. "But appointing a child like Hiruzen Sarutobi as Hokage? It's madness!"
Jinkusu's gaze swept over the room, silencing the murmurs. His jaw clenched, and his voice cut through like steel.
"Madness doesn't begin to describe it. This isn't about who should be the Hokage—this is about Mito selfishly honoring Tobirama's last wish. She has overstepped the line."
The Uchiha elders exchanged uneasy glances. For all his youth, Jinkusu exuded an authority that even the clan's most senior members deferred to.
It wasn't simply his nine-tomoe sharingan or his mastery over the Uchiha's secret techniques—it was the sheer weight of his chakra presence.
He rose abruptly, his chair scraping the floor.
"If Hiruzen becomes Hokage, Konoha will be weaker for it. And the Uchiha will bear the consequences, as you lot are too soft when confronting the village that you love."
Setsuna hesitated. "Jinkusu-sama, confronting Mito Uzumaki directly—"
"Is exactly what I intend to do," Jinkusu interrupted, his voice laced with venom. "If the Senju Clan wants a puppet, they'll have to answer for it."
The streets of Konoha blurred past as Jinkusu led the Uchiha elites through the village. Armored figures moved in perfect formation behind him, their crimson fans gleaming in the moonlight.
Whispers trailed their march, villagers retreating into the shadows, too afraid to meet their eyes.
At the gates of the Senju Clan main estate, two guards stepped forward, their spears crossed in defiance.
"Turn back, Uchiha! Lady Mito isn't seeing anyone tonight."
Jinkusu's sharingan flared, and the guards froze as if caught in invisible chains. He didn't spare them a glance as they crumpled to their knees, gasping for air.
"She'll see me," he said coldly, stepping over their trembling forms.
Inside, Mito Uzumaki stood in a room adorned with intricate seals and scrolls. Her fiery red hair spilled over her shoulders like a living flame, and her presence was as imposing as a mountain.
Despite her age, there was no mistaking the raw power that radiated from her—a jinchūriki's strength.
"You've caused quite the stir, Jinkusu," Mito said calmly, her hands folded in front of her. Her eyes, sharp as kunai, met his. "To what do I owe the honor of this midnight visit?"
"Honor?" Jinkusu's voice dripped with contempt. "There's no honor in what you've done. Appointing Hiruzen as Hokage? He's a boy playing at leadership."
Mito raised a brow, her expression unreadable. "Tobirama chose him as his successor. I merely honored his wishes."
Jinkusu stepped forward, his sharingan spinning so violently it seemed to warp the air around him. The elders behind him shifted, uneasy under the oppressive weight of his chakra.
"Honored his wishes? Or twisted them?" His voice dropped to a lethal whisper.
"Hiruzen lacks the strength to lead. He isn't even the strongest in his own generation. This decision reeks of desperation, not strategy."
Mito's gaze hardened. "And you think your clan is entitled to the position? Or perhaps you believe you are?"
Jinkusu's lips curled into a snarl.
"This isn't about entitlement. It's about survival. If the strongest shinobi don't lead, Konoha will fall. And when it does, is it important on who's the Hokage or which clans he's from?"
"At the very least, he needs to be a very talented shinobi to be the Hokage and I assure you that both of our clans have that many members that can top him easily!"
The room crackled with tension, and for a moment, neither moved. Then Mito took a deliberate step forward, her chakra flaring.
"Do not presume to lecture me on what this village needs, child."
Jinkusu's sharingan spun, showing his three pupils that burned with ominous light. The air seemed to vibrate with the sheer force of his will.
"And you, Mito Uzumaki, do not presume to speak for the village just to make sure that the Hokage successor came from your lineage or some stupid and dumbass reasons such as honoring Nidaime's last wishes."
The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as Mito reached for the sealing scroll at her side.
Was she preparing to put the young Uchiha in his place, or did she see something in his gaze—a challenge she couldn't ignore?
Jinkusu's voice rang out, sharp as a blade.
"Tell me, Mito. If not the strongest or smartest, who should lead Konoha? Or are you so blinded by sentiment that you've forgotten what's a war looks like?"
Her hand hovered over the scroll, hesitation flickering in her eyes.
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The training grounds within the Uchiha compound were deathly silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. Jinkusu Uchiha stood at the center, his lean frame silhouetted against the crimson glow of his nine-tomoe Sharingan.
Surrounding him, Uchiha elites watched with wary anticipation, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief.
"Are you certain, Jinkusu-sama?" one elder asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"A Susanoo without the Mangekyō Sharingan... such a thing has never been done."
Jinkusu turned, his piercing gaze silencing any further protest.
"Never been done because no one dared to try." His voice carried the weight of unshakable conviction.
"The Mangekyō is a crutch. The Sharingan itself holds untapped potential, waiting for someone capable of unlocking it."
The group exchanged glances, unsure whether his confidence was brilliance or arrogance. Jinkusu's achievements in his twelve short years had already rewritten the history of their clan.
His Sharingan Unlocking Method allowed even late bloomers to awaken their eyes.
His Chakra Control Method and Nature Transformation training had refined the Uchiha's elemental prowess, and his Eight Limbs Taijutsu style had turned hand-to-hand combat into an art of precision and brutality.
And yet, this... this seemed beyond even his prodigious abilities.
Jinkusu stepped forward, his hands forming a series of seals with fluid precision.
"Pay attention. This is the culmination of years of research, a technique no other clan can replicate. A gift for the Uchiha alone."
His chakra flared, dark and potent, rippling outward like an ocean storm. The ground cracked beneath his feet as tendrils of energy began to manifest around his body.
At first, the aura was formless, a chaotic swirl of power. But then, as his Sharingan spun, it began to coalesce.
The figure that emerged was unlike the towering, monstrous Susanoo of Mangekyō legends. It was compact, no larger than Jinkusu himself, but its presence was suffocating.
The ethereal armor encased his body in sleek, jagged plates of violet energy, complete with a menacing skeletal visage adorning the helm. A translucent blade shimmered in its right hand, humming with power.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"This... this is impossible," Masaki, one of the elders, muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"A Susanoo... without the Mangekyō? And so... stable?"
Jinkusu rolled his shoulders, testing the enhanced strength. The Susanoo's armor moved seamlessly with him, amplifying his every motion. He flicked his wrist, and the sheer pressure carved a shallow trench into the earth with a casual sweep.
"This 'Lesser' Susanoo,'" Jinkusu said, his voice calm but commanding, "is not a replacement for the true form. But it's a different technique altogether."
"It strengthens the user's physical abilities—speed, strength, defense—all without the strain of Mangekyō activation."
One of the elites stepped forward hesitantly.
"But... how? The Mangekyō draws on the user's deep potential and unleashes it to the world. Without it, how did you—?"
"By understanding the Sharingan at its core," Jinkusu interrupted.
"The Sharingan is a reflection of our will and chakra. The Mangekyō is nothing more than an extreme expression of that."
"By channeling the chakra pathways unique to the Sharingan and weaving it with precise chakra control, I bypassed the need for Mangekyō to catalyse the formation of Susanoo."
He deactivated the Susanoo with a thought, the energy dissipating into faint wisps. His shoulders rose and fell as he exhaled, the faintest sheen of sweat betraying the toll the technique had taken.
"It isn't perfect," he admitted. "The strain is still considerable. But with training, it will be as natural as breathing for any Uchiha who masters it."
Masaki frowned. "Even so, this technique will require a genius to even start training it, right? Not every Uchiha—"
"That's where the Sharingan Training Method comes in," Jinkusu said sharply.
"The methods I've devised will ensure every member of our clan can unlock their potential. No more wasted talent. No more Uchiha left behind."
"Although...some of them will be faster than the others, but that's what we call, life."
His words carried an edge that silenced further objections. He glanced at the assembled elites, his gaze daring anyone to challenge him. None did.
"This is only the beginning," Jinkusu continued.
"With the techniques I've created— and many more to come. I've some techniques that are in early stage such as, the Mind Library for memorizing jutsu and strategies, our exclusive Sage Mode and maybe a comprehensive literature on how to create a Kekkei Genkai according to each individual's chakra affinity."
The elders nodded slowly, their awe overtaking their skepticism. Jinkusu had already revolutionized their way of life, but this... this was something incomprehensible to them.
Now, Jinkusu wasn't just leading the Uchiha; he was reshaping them.