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Outside the Uchiha clan compound, in a barbecue restaurant run by ordinary people.
"Cheers!"
The group shouted their slogan loudly, but the drinks in their cups were all non-alcoholic.
As the young heir of the Uchiha clan and a future leader destined to command the clan, even though Madara was reluctant at heart, he sometimes had to play the part, such as treating others to a meal.
Before Izuna's death, Madara could still be considered an ambitious and idealistic young man. Aside from being a bit overbearing, his virtues were comparable to Hashirama's.
Glancing at the bored "Dancing king" and the meat-grabbing Izuna, Kyosuke shook his head, feeling a strange sense of witnessing history unfold.
"Hey, Kyosuke," a cup suddenly extended toward him. Looking up, he saw a boy who looked about 70% like him smiling warmly.
It was none other than his cousin, Uchiha Kaijun.
"Let's have a drink."
Kaijun's enthusiasm made it impossible for outsiders to sense the actual relationship between them.
"It's been years, and I didn't expect you to become such a prominent figure in the clan."
"If your father could see your accomplishments, he would be very proud."
Kyosuke's evaluation was succinct: hypocrite.
Did this guy really think Kyosuke was too young to remember their family's treatment?
After his parents died in battle, the clan had him live with his uncle.
But his uncle's family shut the door on him.
That's why Kyosuke joined the southern corps at seven years old.
The war wasn't so urgent then; children with any family background were undergoing systematic training within the clan.
Only orphans like Kyosuke were sent as cannon fodder.
The mission to intercept members of three enemy clans hadn't been designed for their survival.
In hindsight, the accidental exposure of his Sharingan turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
"Indeed, seeing how I've turned out, Father must be very proud,"
Kyosuke replied sarcastically before downing his juice in one gulp.
The others, oblivious to the undercurrents, kept praising the brothers as outstanding ninjas of the Uchiha clan.
Recently, Uchiha Kaijun had been promoted to Chūnin. While not a prodigy, his talent was respectable enough to earn the rank.
In comparison, Kyosuke noticed that even someone like Kiba in later generations had far surpassed the ordinary Chūnin level, let alone Rock Lee or Gaara, who could overpower the average Jōnin.
By those standards, Kaijun's promotion wasn't that extraordinary. However, his familial connection to Kyosuke was likely his only ticket to sitting among the group.
Amid the merry atmosphere, only Madara noticed Kyosuke's subtle changes in expression.
After glancing at Kaijun, Madara inwardly cursed his father, Tajima, for orchestrating such a thoughtless gesture.
Instead of fostering goodwill, this only added to Kyosuke's frustration.
Patting Kyosuke on the shoulder, Madara found an excuse to end the banquet early.
Kyosuke, seemingly understanding, smiled and shook his head before heading home alone.
For Kyosuke, Kaijun wasn't worth much thought. What mattered was the teacher he was meeting the next day.
By now, his spiritual power was still growing rapidly. Even though his physical development was limited, his burgeoning spiritual strength allowed his chakra reserves to steadily increase.
[Chakra Level: Genin]
Currently, Kyosuke has about the same chakra level as an average Genin. While insufficient for prolonged combat, it was adequate for basic battles.
Kyosuke decided to emulate Kakashi's rise to power. Kakashi graduated at five, became a Chūnin at six, and was promoted to Jōnin at twelve, despite his infamous chakra limitations.
Kakashi's rapid progression was largely due to his family's mastery of kenjutsu.
For now, Kyosuke resolved to focus on Uchiha-style kenjutsu to quickly improve his strength. Once his progress slowed, he planned to develop his ninjutsu and genjutsu, leveraging his evolving Sharingan to ensure his rise to the rank of elite Jōnin.
With enough points accumulated, he could force a Mangekyō Sharingan exchange and step into the domain of clan leaders.
Dreaming of a promising future, Kyosuke soon fell asleep.
The next day, Kyosuke got up early and went to Tajima's residence.
This time, he didn't meet the clan head. Instead, a guard led him to a side room, where a clan Jōnin awaited him.
The man introduced himself bluntly: "I am Uchiha Keisuke, and I will be your instructor for the next year."
Uchiha Ghost Father?
Blinking away the distracting thought, Kyosuke bowed respectfully. "Teacher Keisuke."
Nodding slightly, the Jōnin asked, "What would you like to focus on—ninjutsu or genjutsu? I will teach you about using your eyes over time, so don't rush it."
"I want to learn kenjutsu," Kyosuke replied confidently.
Keisuke frowned slightly but didn't reject the idea outright.
Although the boy's body was frail, the Sharingan's support made kenjutsu an appropriate path for him at this stage.
What a determined child, Keisuke thought before saying, "Wait here for a moment. I'll be back shortly."
With that, he vanished, leaving Kyosuke unable to trace his movements without his Sharingan activated.
'The difference in strength is greater than I expected,' Kyosuke admitted.
After about ten minutes, Keisuke returned with a short blade suited for Kyosuke.
The blade resembled the White Fang tanto but was slightly longer.
Taking the weapon, Kyosuke immediately felt its weight—likely over 30 pounds, far beyond what an average seven-year-old could wield without chakra.
Swinging the blade horizontally, a sharp wind noise filled the air.
For the first time, Kyosuke smiled earnestly. "Thank you, Teacher Keisuke."
Keisuke frowned briefly, sensing a slight oddity in the boy's tone, but dismissed it.
Swinging his own short blade casually, he unleashed a wave of oppressive killing intent that engulfed the courtyard.
"From now on, be here every morning at six."
"Yes!"
Thus, Kyosuke began his relentless training.
Training and Growth.
Kyosuke's focus wasn't just on accumulating points but also on refining his skills through relentless practice and real combat.
Even slow progress would eventually accumulate into something significant.
Before long, a year had passed in the blink of an eye.
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