Chapter 4: Chapter:4
The faint crackle of electricity had long faded, leaving the room in still silence. Uchiha Hirito slowly opened his eyes, exhaling as the warmth of meditation slipped away. He stared at his hands, flexing his fingers as if to summon the faint sparks that had danced across his skin moments ago. The sensation had been exhilarating but fleeting. Along with it came something else—a strange, invisible aura that had surrounded him briefly, only to vanish as quickly as it had appeared.
I frowned, confused by the resistance I felt while trying to deepen my connection to this body's chakra core. I had attempted to mark my thunder cultivation—the Thunder God Method—onto it, but something blocked me at every turn. This chakra... it wasn't mine, not truly. There was a foreignness to it, an unyielding presence.
It was frustrating. The chakra core was so similar to the dantian I had cultivated in Murim, yet every time I tried to impose my technique onto it, the energy slipped through my grasp. It was almost as if... it didn't fully belong to me.
No, it doesn't matter. I shook my head, dismissing the thought. This world was different, with its own rules. I'd already accepted that. The energy might not behave as I expected, but I would adapt. If anything, the challenge only pushed me further. My martial arts, my training in Murim—those couldn't be taken from me.
Standing, I stretched and walked to the window, staring out at the quiet streets of the Uchiha district. The village had grown still, the day fading into the cool calm of evening. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, its voice echoing faintly through the air.
Even now, I could feel the phantom weight of his blade—the Heavenly Demon's blade—bearing down on me. The memory was seared into my mind, an eternal reminder of my failure.
Far from Hirito's home, at the Uchiha Police Headquarters, a young man knelt on one knee in a dimly lit office. The room was austere, its furniture sparse and utilitarian, save for the heavy desk covered in neatly arranged documents. Behind it sat Vice Leader Uchiha Hatoshi, his dark hair tied neatly back, his piercing eyes scanning the scroll in his hand.
Hatoshi exuded an air of quiet authority, his presence enough to keep the young man kneeling before him in uneasy silence. Without looking up, he spoke, his voice calm but firm.
"What is it? Speak."
"Lord Hatoshi," the young man—Hirashi—began, his tone hesitant, "I have something unusual to report about the young master."
Hatoshi's pen paused, and his gaze flicked up, sharp and focused. "What about Hirito?"
Hirashi hesitated, wiping his damp palms on his thighs. "The young master seems to be practicing a thunder-style jutsu."
Hatoshi's brow furrowed, though his expression remained otherwise unreadable. "Thunder-style?" he repeated, setting the scroll aside. "I don't recall giving him any thunder-based techniques. The majority of our clan specializes in Fire Style, but it's not unheard of for some to lean toward Lightning Release. Perhaps my wife gave it to him."
He leaned back in his chair, watching Hirashi carefully. "Is there more?"
Hirashi nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, my lord. The sparks... they resembled those used by the Raikage Clan. It was faint, but unmistakable."
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier. Hatoshi's eyes narrowed, and his Sharingan flared to life, the three tomoe spinning slowly. "Explain clearly," he said, his voice lower now, his tone carrying a dangerous edge.
Hirashi's hands trembled as he continued. "The young master didn't attend the clan training today. He left early and skipped the evening session as well. Following your orders to ensure his safety, I observed him after he returned home. He sat cross-legged in his room, meditating, and that's when I saw it—electrical sparks flickering around him. It was brief, but... unusual."
Hatoshi's gaze didn't waver, his Sharingan glowing ominously in the dim light. After a long moment, he leaned forward, the tension in the room thick enough to cut.
"You may go," he said finally, his tone calm but cold. "Speak of this to no one."
"Yes, my lord." Hirashi bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the floor before he rose and hurried out of the office.
Left alone, Hatoshi steepled his fingers, his expression thoughtful. Lightning Release wasn't uncommon, but for his son to manifest it so suddenly—without guidance or training—was troubling. More concerning was the mention of techniques resembling the Raikage Clan. Sparks of lightning were one thing, but anything resembling their techniques hinted at Rebellion by the konoha village.
Hatoshi stood abruptly, his decision made. If Hirito was experimenting with techniques beyond the clan's teachings, he needed to know why. Without hesitation, he formed a single hand seal, vanishing from the office in a flash.
End of the Chapter.
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