Yuu woke slowly, checking his neck.
“Still alive.
No one would dare kill anyone on Uchiha grounds — not even Danzō and all of ROOT.
That leaves only one possibility: I overclocked my perception last night, pushed the Sharingan past its limit.”
He’d learned that spinning the tomoe boosted his mind’s processing speed — but at a staggering cost to spirit and Yin chakra.
Most Uchiha avoided it, focusing instead on jutsu, never realizing what they were missing.
But did I damage the eye?
He reactivated his Sharingan and stared in the mirror — and froze.
Three tomoe.
“That’s impossible.
Even Itachi and Shisui didn’t evolve this fast.”
It shattered every record in clan history.
Then he checked the system — and laughed.
He’d overlooked one small entry: Obito’s feelings for Rin.
The boy’s emotions had burned so bright that the system had siphoned off enough pure Yin chakra to push Yuu straight to three tomoe.
The dizziness had come not just from strain, but from the surge of evolution itself.
“I still underestimate how fiercely you care for Rin.
Madara saw right away what would unlock your Mangekyō… I’ve got a long way to go with you, little brother.”
Then a sense of déjà vu hit him — he’d lived this moment before.
He pulled up the future fragment from last night, and it all clicked.
He laughed again, then slept — he’d pulled an all‑nighter.
Obito, once again, headed to training on an empty stomach.
One day full of rest.
One day full of hunger.
The brothers set out under very different moods.
With three tomoe active, the line of four‑dimensional space grew clearer.
It felt passive — like a sudden certainty that the teapot in his home was in the wrong place, though he couldn’t say why.
At times, he swore he heard it speaking.
He blamed the exhaustion.
That afternoon, Obito hurried in, bumped the table, and sent the teapot crashing to the floor.
He froze, bracing for a scolding — but Yuu only stared at the shards.
“You killed it.”
“Brother… I didn’t mean to!” Obito stammered, then fell silent.
Killed it?
You mean ‘broke it,’ right?
Yuu ignored the look that said are you insane?
He was listening — to the table, the chairs, the walls.
Inanimate things seemed to hum with feeling, just like the toys in the old movies he’d loved.
Even they held emotion he could feel.
A sixth sense?
He realized it was tied to that four‑dimensional crack — a heightened perception beyond the five senses.
It matched what he’d read once: extrasensory perception splits into telempathy — sensing emotion and intent in others, even in objects — and precognition.
“Maybe this sixth sense is just how four‑dimensional awareness manifests.
Izuna must have felt the same — that’s why he was called the Flawless Shinobi, reading danger before it even struck.”
Excitement surged.
He finally understood why Tobirama had feared the Sharingan.
If an Uchiha could see beyond three dimensions, ROOT’s spatial locks would be seen, anticipated, and avoided.
As his power grew, the crack would widen — and his senses would deepen, perhaps even to a seventh or eighth sense.
Who knew what lay beyond four dimensions?
“I know now: this power is above even the shinobi world.
To change the Uchiha’s fate, to stand at the peak — everything depends on how much of it I can draw, and how well I wield it.”
He spun his tomoe again; the line stayed thin, but he felt it clearer than ever.
He recorded what he saw, and the system gave him what he needed: a glimpse of ROOT’s plan.
Yuu smiled.
He left Obito enough money for food, then stepped out.
It was time to end the threat.
With three tomoe, hiding was no longer enough.
If he silenced these two without leaving a trace, ROOT would back off for a long time — and he had the power, and the future, on his side.
Hokage Building — Mission Hall
The Third Shinobi World War kept Konoha busier than ever; merchants, nobles, and villagers crowded the hall, hiring escorts and guards.
Chūnin queued early, Yuu among them.
The line stretched out the door.
He spotted a familiar face and waved.
“Kiba — found anything good?”
“Mostly C‑rank escorts.
Boring, picky, and way too far out.
Akamaru loves the walking — I hate it.”
“Same here.
Food costs add up fast.
Let’s team up if something better comes up.”
He knew Kiba had been warned away — but he acted as if nothing had changed.
“About that… I came with Inuzuka Takeshi today.
Sorry, brother.”
“Inuzuka Takeshi?
Isn’t that kid still a genin?”
“He’s been a genin for a year now.
I’m taking him along to build up mission experience, and teach him more of our clan’s techniques while I’m at it.”
As he talked with Kiba, Yuu kept watch over the crowd.
Everyone was scrambling for B‑rank work — how would the two ROOT agents make their move?
> [Record: Mission hall is packed, every ninja here fighting for tasks.]
> [Ding!
Record saved.
Feedback generated.
12 entries remaining today.]
Yuu held back from guessing exactly which mission he’d get or how ROOT would rig it; the system only gave vague answers about unknown future events.
Clear, present observations always got the most detailed responses.
> [Extract.]
> [Success: You will receive your mission smoothly.
No matter how many people compete, the task meant for you will be yours.]
Mine no matter what?
So ROOT’s trap was definitely coming his way.
Funny — do they think they can predict the future as well as I can?
Two more ninjas he’d worked with before walked over.
“Uchiha Yuu — found anything good?
Mind if we join you?”
Ordinarily Yuu would have agreed without a second thought.
Now he was instantly on guard.
> [Record: Are these two the ones ROOT sent to set me up?]
> [Ding!
Record saved.
Feedback generated.
11 entries remaining today.]
What he got was far from what he expected.
> [Overthinking — they just want to ride your coattails.
With the Uchiha name behind you, mission staff will naturally give you priority.]
Yuu almost laughed out loud.
“Sure, come along.”
The two plain‑born Konoha ninjas beamed.
“Hey — these two scraped by on brown‑nosing to get chunin rank!” Kiba warned.
“You remember how useless they were last time.
Why team up with them again?”
“With this crowd?
Any short, low‑hassle escort job is a win right now.”
Kiba glanced at the sea of people and nodded in agreement — then spotted someone else he knew: Minato Namikaze.