With a surge of joy, Saitama suddenly had a realization.
After calming himself, he sat down cross-legged and began using the Chakra Refining Technique to circulate and refine his chakra.
Ti passed slowly. Over an hour went by, and Saitama remained in the sa position.
Yet sothing strange was happening—his eyes felt like bottomless voids, endlessly absorbing chakra.
"This... this isn't working!" he thought.
Despite the discomfort, he gritted his teeth and continued.
"I can't be stuck here. Not now!"
A wave of heat began to gather behind his eyes, the burning sensation forcing tears from them.
His pupils shrank, and suddenly, Saitama felt the world begin to shift in front of him.
Clearer. Sharper. More defined.
He continued to channel chakra, feeling that so threshold was close. The chakra intake started to slow down—it was almost done.
A sharp sting pierced his eyes like needles. Crying out, Saitama clutched his face in pain.
He had to stop refining chakra. It was too intense.
---
Double Tomoe Sharingan—right at the start?
The chakra within him finally settled. That bizarre sensation of his chakra being consud had faded.
Saitama could feel it: his Sharingan had awakened.
The mont he beca aware of it, the world around him sharpened further, colors growing more vivid, movents easier to follow. A strange sense of insight washed over him.
He stood and walked toward the bathroom.
Looking into the mirror, he examined himself. His bangs drooped slightly over his pale forehead, but he wasn't focused on that.
In the mirror, a pair of scarlet eyes stared back at him. Each held two tomoe.
"Double tomoe..." he murmured, eyes narrowing.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly in satisfaction, and with a blink, the Sharingan faded away.
Maintaining it didn't drain him too much. His chakra capacity was solid—likely above average.
It confird what he suspected: his talent wasn't ordinary. He had awakened the Sharingan without emotional trauma—no death of a loved one, no hatred. Just sheer chakra control and cultivation.
If the standard Sharingan could be awakened this way... what about the Mangekyō?
Could it, too, be unlocked through power rather than pain?
As long as he t the chakra and spiritual thresholds, would the next stage also arrive naturally?
Talent like this isn't aningless.
The thought gave Saitama a renewed sense of purpose.
With the Sharingan now awakened, he finally had a clear direction for growth.
The Double Tomoe Sharingan would be more than enough for now.
Satisfied with his progress, Saitama exhaled slowly.
---
As a mber of the Uchiha clan, Saitama had often contemplated his future.
He knew the truth. The conflict between the Uchiha and the village had been simring for years—and in a few short ones, the Nine-Tails Incident would ignite that tension into full-blown disaster.
Eventually, every Uchiha would have to choose: follow Itachi and Shisui in loyalty to Konoha, or stand with the clan and rebel.
But Saitama also understood sothing others didn't:
Not everyone is given a choice.
With Danzo pulling strings from the shadows and the Third Hokage trying—and failing—to hold everything together...
Saitama saw the writing on the wall.
He would have to choose.
And deep down, he already had.
This conflict couldn't be resolved through diplomacy or compromise.
But for now, it was still too soon. What mattered most now was getting stronger.
---
After awakening his Sharingan, Saitama's chakra circulation improved, his growth accelerating noticeably.
He had no intention of wasting ti in class.
While the teacher stood at the podium delivering a rapid-fire lecture, spitting words like a Gatling gun, Saitama sat calmly in the back row, silently refining chakra.
Next to him, Iruka listened intently, scribbling notes with focus.
Today's lesson was about the theory of shurikenjutsu—the fundantals of ninja throwing techniques.
"Next period, we'll head to the training field," announced Instructor Ryutō, closing his textbook. "Practical training begins today. Get there early."
"Theory only gets you so far," he added. "The world outside isn't peaceful. It's better you learn this early."
"Yes, sensei!"
"Training class? Sounds great!"
Excitent spread through the room. The students always looked forward to hands-on training.
---
"Let's go, Saitama," Iruka said, nudging him gently.
Saitama opened his eyes, calm as ever. Though Iruka didn't know what he was doing, it definitely wasn't sleeping.
"Mm."
This ti, they wouldn't be using wooden practice tools. Today's training would use real shuriken.
The students' energy soared.
The real training had begun.
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