Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

"Five years? Yes, but we still have details to sort out. I may need Wanda from time to time, so she can't always be stationed at Kamar-Taj."

Kurogai stood across from the Ancient One, speaking calmly but firmly. After a long discussion, they finally reached a compromise—one that greatly benefited Wanda.

Naturally, he had asked Wanda for her opinion first. Though she followed him loyally, she was not his tool. Her voice mattered to him, and he respected that.

When Wanda realized he genuinely cared about what she thought, her expression softened. "You can decide everything," she had said, nodding. But a faint emotion flickered in her eyes—gratitude, maybe. After all, everyone wanted to be respected.

Eventually, the arrangement was settled. Wanda would serve as the Sorcerer Supreme for now, remaining at Kamar-Taj. However, if any threat exceeded her capabilities, the Ancient One wouldn't force her to intervene. And when Kurogai needed her, Wanda was free to leave, even commanding the support of the other sorcerers if necessary.

In the end, Kurogai gained the most from the deal, but the Ancient One didn't lose much. After all, having Wanda act as Sorcerer Supreme, even temporarily, was a victory in itself.

"Alright, Wanda," Kurogai said, preparing to leave. "You'll stay in Kamar-Taj for a while. This is a location spell—if anything happens, use it to find me."

He handed her a small charm imbued with sensing magic. It wasn't something he gave lightly, but he trusted her.

"I understand, my lord," Wanda said softly. She looked at him, reluctant to part so soon. But knowing she could see him again through a portal made it easier.

With goodbyes exchanged, Kurogai turned and left with Skye. He had originally planned to take them both from Kamar-Taj, but since Wanda had accepted her temporary duty, only Skye left with him. She wasn't a sorcerer by nature—her powers came from within—so staying wasn't necessary.

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In the outskirts of New York, a golden portal shimmered open at the entrance to an old orphanage. Kurogai stepped out with Skye beside him.

It had been a while since she'd seen this place.

"Oh, my little Skye! You're finally back!" Director Mary ran out, arms open wide, forgetting any aches or stiffness.

"I missed you, Director Mary!" Skye said, wrapping her arms around the older woman, her eyes shining with emotion.

Kurogai watched silently, letting the moment wash over him. It reminded him of his early days in this world—peaceful, simple, almost human.

But the quiet didn't last.

A flicker of movement tugged at his senses. The magic he'd placed on Rogue—his failsafe—was reacting.

"She left already?" Kurogai frowned. "That's too soon."

He knew this storyline well. Rogue was supposed to be manipulated by Mystique into leaving Xavier's school—but that wasn't supposed to happen yet. Something was off.

What Kurogai didn't know was that Magneto, fearing Kurogai's growing influence, had pushed Mystique to act sooner. He was accelerating his plans—fearing what might happen if Rogue fell into Kurogai's hands.

Kurogai reached deeper into his sensing spells.

"Sabretooth is on the move too—headed for Rogue's location... So Magneto is behind this."

It was all lining up. He could feel the imprint he left on Sabretooth shifting through the city, homing in on Rogue's new position.

Still, Kurogai didn't rush.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured. "Nothing big yet... the real fun is still ahead."

His gaze sharpened.

He remembered how it would all go down: the battle at the Statue of Liberty, Magneto's plan to use that crude mutation machine to target the political summit and forcibly awaken mutant abilities in humans.

The device was flawed, but not worthless—not to him.

"If I can improve that machine," Kurogai thought aloud, "I could create more mutants... control evolution itself."

More mutants meant more samples, more genetic material.

More evolution for his third ring: Sharingan to evolve.

His fourth eye prowess—Byakugan—had cost him dearly. He'd raided a Kree world just to gather the conditions necessary for its perfection.

But the third tomoe required mutant genes—and there simply weren't enough naturally occurring mutants to satisfy the conditions. If he could recreate or even mass-produce mutants...

"Then I can force evolution to obey me," he said quietly.

The Sharingan would awaken to its full potential.

That was his true goal all along. Not heroism. Not justice.

Just power.

As Nick Fury once warned others—Kurogai is no hero.

He never was.

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