Naruto :Madam, You Don't Want Anything To Happen To Sasuke, Right? Chapter 19: Although the Simulation Failed! But I Awakened t

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After the two locked eyes, they simultaneously lunged forward, clashing with the kunai gripped tightly in their hands.

This ti, it was a battle of taijutsu.

Uchiha Haru, with his Otsutsuki-enhanced physique, possessed agility, strength, and speed that far surpassed the average shinobi. But Uchiha Itachi, the prodigy of Konoha, was no slouch—he too was highly skilled in close combat.

Their exchange was rapid and intense, neither managing to gain the upper hand after several swift collisions.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!"

"Fire Style: Dragon Fla Jutsu!"

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

Flas erupted in rapid succession, signaling the abrupt end to their lee exchange.

From previous intel, Itachi knew Uchiha Haru excelled in taijutsu. After all, even Kurokiba Raiga, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsn, had fallen at Haru's hands. Itachi had no intention of engaging in prolonged hand-to-hand combat where Haru held the advantage.

The sa logic applied to Haru.

Engaging in close combat ant closing the distance, and that posed a huge risk—the threat of falling into the Tsukuyomi cast by Itachi's Mangekyō Sharingan. Despite Haru's boosted ocular power, he still wielded only a standard three-tomoe Sharingan. Compared to Itachi's Mangekyō, the difference was qualitative, not just quantitative.

In terms of genjutsu, Haru would be at a distinct disadvantage. He couldn't afford to take that chance.

Besides, now that he had unlocked Wood Release, Haru could finally match Itachi in ninjutsu prowess. There was no reason to fight on ground he didn't control.

So, almost simultaneously, both opted for the safer route: long-range ninjutsu.

The sky burned orange and red as their jutsu clashed, their chakra igniting the air itself.

This was no ordinary fight. This was a battle between Kage-level warriors. The sheer ferocity of it was enough to shake anyone watching.

Had the Uchiha clan's compound not been situated at so distance from the heart of Konoha—and had the periter not been sealed off by a barrier set up by several elite shinobi—the entire village might have been caught in the crossfire.

Hidden in the shadows, the masked man, Danzo, and the Root operatives watched silently.

Two Uchiha were engaged in a deadly clash.

One was thirteen.

The other, fifteen.

It was terrifying to witness this level of power from shinobi so young. They were no longer just promising; they were dangerous.

By now, Danzo and the others had seen all they needed to see.

The sky began to lighten with the approach of dawn.

If things dragged on much longer, it would undoubtedly draw the attention of other villagers—and that would be troubleso.

After all, the Uchiha had been instruntal in Konoha's founding and still held considerable influence. A clandestine mission to wipe them out could never be publicly acknowledged.

If word of this night leaked, who could predict how the other clans would react? It would fracture the fragile unity Konoha still held onto.

It was ti to end this.

As Haru and Itachi exchanged devastating jutsu—

Danzo erged from the shadows, leading his Root operatives into the battle.

[Simulation Failed.]

Uchiha Haru's consciousness returned to reality.

Even as the world around him settled, his mind was still locked in the adrenaline-charged haze of battle. His thoughts lingered on the clash with Itachi.

If it had been only Itachi, he was confident—perhaps not in winning, but certainly in surviving. He might even have turned the tide.

But the mont Danzo arrived with his Root operatives, the entire equation changed.

The Root agents were no ordinary soldiers. Individually, they might not have posed a threat. But each was handpicked for their specialization and trained to kill without hesitation.

Coordinated and ruthless, they fought like a singular entity, covering each other's weaknesses and amplifying their strengths.

And Danzo himself... a true Kage-level shinobi. His appearance alone was enough to tip the scales.

Not even Haru's powerful Otsutsuki-enhanced body and mastery of Wood Release could overco the sheer numbers and relentless pressure. Eventually, he fell—overwheld and exhausted.

But rather than despair, Haru was filled with sothing else.

Excitent.

This was his first real fight against a Kage-level opponent.

He turned and glanced at the clock.

2:25 AM.

Six hours had passed in the simulation.

Six hours of continuous battle—and it had felt like only monts.

He had lost track of ti, imrsed in the intensity of every clash.

With less than ten hours remaining before the system entered another cooldown, Haru knew this was a precious window.

A once-in-a-lifeti opportunity to sharpen himself through combat.

So without hesitation, he locked in the golden ability—Wood Release—as a permanent skill.

Then, he started another simulation.

Over the next several cycles, Haru fought Itachi using different tactics, different combinations of ninjutsu.

Each ti, he refined his use of Wood Release.

Each ti, he adjusted to the demands of his Otsutsuki-enhanced physique.

But the end result was always the sa.

Itachi was not an opponent one could overco so easily.

Even as Haru adapted to Itachi's jutsu and movent patterns, his progress was marginal. He could hold his own, sotis even gain a slight edge—but victory still eluded him.

And then Danzo arrived, every ti, with his squad of Root assassins.

Outnumbered. Surrounded.

No matter how hard he fought, Haru eventually succumbed to exhaustion.

The final simulation ca to a close.

The system entered cooldown.

Haru sat in silence, eyes half-lidded, still imrsed in the echoes of simulated warfare.

Scene after scene replayed in his mind—strategies that worked, mistakes that needed correcting.

He rembered every blow, every dodge, every surge of chakra.

And then, as if erging from a trance—

He opened his eyes.

A crimson glow flashed within them.

His three tomoe spun rapidly, then shifted.

The tomoe fused together into a singular, curved shape—like a blade carved into the iris.

Mangekyō Sharingan.

In that instant, Haru felt a rush—his ocular power swelling at an astonishing rate, like a dam breaking.

For several long monts, it surged uncontrollably—then finally plateaued.

He sat still, breathing softly, his mind clear and focused.

His pupil power now dwarfed what he once possessed.

This is the Mangekyō Sharingan...

He hadn't expected to awaken it like this.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—rare from soone so typically calm and composed.

The legends said Mangekyō could only be awakened through the trauma of losing a loved one.

But clearly, that wasn't the whole truth.

Over the course of a single simulated night, Haru had fought Itachi again and again, danced on the edge of death, pushed himself beyond every limit.

With each confrontation, his Otsutsuki body adapted, and his ocular power evolved.

He had broken through the barrier.

From the three-tomoe Sharingan...

To the ultimate evolution.

The Mangekyō Sharingan.

And he had done it not through grief.

But through battle.

Through fire.

Through war.

Through sheer will.

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