Naruto: Starting with Snatching the Mangekyō Sharingan

"This... this is something I will never accept!"

With a furious roar, Akira shattered the stone beneath his feet and charged toward his friend with all his might.

"Heh..." However, just as he took his first step, he heard a faint chuckle from his friend.

At that moment, a seal buried deep within his memories unraveled, and a consciousness long suppressed awakened.

Akira froze as he watched his friend laugh, the sound carrying an eerie, unfamiliar undertone.

Confusion began to surface in his mind, but before he could process it, a tidal wave of memories surged forth, overwhelming him. He clutched his head in agony, letting out a scream.

"Ahh... my head!" Akira groaned, feeling as though another presence had taken root within his body.

Suddenly, with a soft swish, a figure appeared beside his friend, Shinichi.

It was Fugaku. His gaze locked onto Akira's eyes, which now bore an intricate Mangekyō Sharingan pattern. A smile of satisfaction spread across Fugaku's face.

Akira's plan had succeeded—he had awakened his second Mangekyō Sharingan!

Before Akira could react, a blinding white light emanated from Shinichi's body.

The light surged into Akira, filling him with memories that didn't belong to him.

Within moments, decades' worth of memories—his and another's—clashed for dominance. Akira found himself suppressing this new consciousness, his original mind taking the upper hand.

This was Akira's contingency plan, a mental safeguard left behind in case of such a scenario. Now, it was taking effect. His true memories surged against the fragmented ones of his split consciousness.

In his mental landscape, two versions of Akira stood face-to-face. One was as vast as a starry sky; the other was a pitch-black void, ominous and corrupt, dotted with faint, flickering stars.

"Who are you?!" The darker Akira demanded, his crimson Mangekyō Sharingan blazing as he glared at his counterpart. "Why are you in my body?"

"Who am I?" The original Akira chuckled softly. "You should be asking yourself that question. Who are you?"

"I am the true owner of this body. You're nothing but a fragment of my consciousness, created for a single purpose—to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan."

"You are just a tool, a fabrication. Your memories, your past—they're all things I carefully constructed."

The words were like icy blades, cutting deeply into the dark Akira's psyche.

"No! That's impossible! I have my own past—I am not a mere fragment!" the dark Akira howled in denial.

The original Akira's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Oh? Then tell me—can you recall any details from your so-called past? Can you remember any specifics?"

The dark Akira froze. His memories, so vivid moments ago, now felt vague and hollow, like a poorly written script. Only a few major events stood out; the rest were a blur.

Seeing the hesitation, the original Akira pressed forward.

"What's wrong? Why can't you remember? Try harder. Think!"

"No... no..." The dark Akira's voice grew weaker, his disbelief turning to despair.

Walking closer, the original Akira placed a hand on his counterpart's shoulder. His tone was cold as he said, "You have no best friend named Shinichi, no childhood sweetheart named Hanazuki. Those were all illusions, created by me."

"You... have nothing."

Hearing this, the dark Akira's spirit crumbled completely.

Seizing the opportunity, the original Akira moved swiftly, enveloping the fragmented consciousness in a radiant white light. Within moments, the two became one again.

In the real world, Akira's tightly shut eyes snapped open.

The three tomoe in his Sharingan spun rapidly before transforming into the intricate pattern of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Finally, I've awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!" Akira's grin widened as he felt the changes in his body. His joy was impossible to suppress.

Fugaku stepped closer, observing the new pattern in Akira's eyes.

"Akira, how are you feeling now?"

"I've never felt better," Akira replied with a smile. And he meant it.

"The feeling of awakening your own Mangekyō Sharingan is truly unmatched," he thought to himself.

His senses were sharper, and his ocular power felt stronger than ever. Compared to using Obito's transplanted Mangekyō Sharingan, this was on another level entirely.

His power had undergone a tremendous boost. With his own Mangekyō Sharingan now awakened, Akira could even sense the faint threshold of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

Fugaku examined Akira's new pattern with a thoughtful expression.

"Interesting. You've awakened the Mangekyō twice, and each time, the patterns have been different."

"The Mangekyō reflects the heart," Akira explained. "My mindset now is completely different from what it was the first time."

"That makes sense," Fugaku nodded. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Let me know if you need anything."

After Fugaku left, Akira returned to his laboratory, bringing the clone of Senju Hashirama with him.

Only then did he have time to focus on his newly awakened abilities.

"This power..."

Akira activated his Mangekyō Sharingan, and in an instant, two identical clones appeared beside him.

These doppelgängers were flawless replicas, indistinguishable from the original.

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