c36: Kill Uchiha Instantly with One Glance
In the dim forest under flickering torchlight, Uchiha Gen and Uchiha Shisui walked shoulder to shoulder, the night air cool with a faint mist rising from the ground.
Both wore the dark, close-fitting attire standard among Uchiha field operatives—tight tactical gear layered under segmented armor plates. Their resemblance in figure and gait was striking, but their bearing and aura were distinct. Gen's sword rested diagonally across his back, while Shisui's was strapped at his waist. One notable difference, however, was Gen's unusually refined features even by Uchiha standards, he stood out.
Of course, Shisui's appearance was far from plain. In truth, the Uchiha clan, renowned for their beauty and intensity, rarely produced anyone plain-looking male or female.
"How are things with Kakashi and Rin?" Gen asked, his tone light but curious.
"They're both good people," Shisui replied sincerely.
"Minato-sensei is also incredible," he added with a smile.
Gen glanced sideways. "Seems like you've been acknowledged already."
"That's pretty fast. You're probably better suited for Team Minato than I ever was."
Shisui chuckled modestly. "They've accepted me, sure but Minato-senpai hasn't fully acknowledged me yet…"
The words trailed off into a self-conscious silence. Shisui's tone hinted at quiet frustration.
"It's fine," Gen said gently. "After I became a disciple of Orochimaru-sensei, I realized he's a better fit for me than Minato-senpai ever was. Some things just fall into place differently for each of us."
He clapped Shisui's shoulder with a knowing smile.
Namikaze Minato was universally admired for his kindness and warm demeanor, treating villagers and shinobi alike with respect and empathy. Yet this philanthropy created a kind of emotional distance Minato was kind to all, but intimate with few.
Even among his three pupils Kakashi Hatake, Rin Nohara, and Obito Uchiha—there had always been a line. The only person Minato had ever truly let inside his heart was Uzumaki Kushina, and even that had taken years of persistence and vulnerability.
In that way, Minato was remarkably similar to Senju Hashirama, the First Hokage.both men capable of sacrificing even those closest to them for the sake of Konohagakure.
If it came to it if Kushina had turned against the village Minato would likely have executed her himself and followed her in death. That's the sort of shinobi he was.
So long as one didn't oppose the village, Minato rarely rejected any request, no matter how unreasonable. That was one of the reasons Gen had ultimately chosen Orochimaru. Orochimaru's trust was rare and personal.
Shisui gave a quiet nod, smiling at Gen's words, assuming they were merely a friend's attempt to cheer him up. In his heart, Shisui believed that no shinobi could ever surpass Minato as a teacher. Though Orochimaru was undeniably powerful and brilliant, Minato embodied the ideal ninja in Shisui's eyes.
Gen said no more. His comment hadn't been made for comfort—it was simply the truth as he saw it. Shisui's perception of it didn't concern him.
As they spoke, the two arrived at the temporary barracks housing Uchiha shinobi stationed at the Kirigakure front.
Most of these Uchiha were unfamiliar with Gen. However, Shisui was well-known many had witnessed his growth, from his academy days through his first missions. When he appeared, the grief-stricken mood among the Uchiha veterans lightened slightly, and they greeted him with warm nods and subtle gestures of recognition. Gone was the usual pride the Uchiha bore when dealing with outsiders here, among clan, they softened.
After acknowledging his clansmen, Shisui gestured toward his companion.
"This is Uchiha Gen," he said with pride. "A shinobi who's my equal—or perhaps even greater."
The compliment referred not just to combat power but to Gen's calm, penetrating insight and versatile thinking.
Gen raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were buttering me up."
The surrounding Uchiha looked on with skeptical eyes. Many had never heard of Gen. The nickname "Uchiha Twins", referring to Gen and Shisui, was mostly confined to inner Konoha circles.
These frontline Uchiha, having been stationed along the Mist border for months, rarely received updates beyond tactical communications. Only the recently fallen Uchiha Fugaku, former clan head, had known of Gen mostly through letters exchanged with Konoha.
For the rest, Gen was a mystery and the Uchiha did not take well to unproven claims, especially ones comparing anyone to Shisui of the Body Flicker.
"Stronger than Shisui?" one jōnin muttered, eyes narrowing.
"Tch… Then I'd like to see that myself."
From the assembled crowd, a young man stepped forward.
He wore a black, high-collared tactical vest and carried himself with restrained aggression. His build was slim and wiry, but his eyes glowed with scarlet malice.
His left eye bore two tomoe, and his right had fully matured into a three-tomoe Sharingan—a rare asymmetry but one that gave him a deadly edge in tracking movements and manipulating perception.
This young Uchiha was no chūnin. His chakra was heavy, refined—he had killed, survived, and adapted. Among the forward units, his Sharingan evolution and combat record placed him among the top.
The challenge in his stance was clear: prove yourself, or be dismissed.
In the entire Uchiha camp, only a handful of elite jōnin possessed the fully matured three-tomoe Sharingan and could potentially overwhelm Uchiha Gen in sheer power.
"Osamu, what are you doing?"
"Don't be reckless."
Realizing that his own praise had stirred unnecessary conflict, Uchiha Shisui stepped forward, his expression darkening as he rebuked the young shinobi.
Uchiha Osamu's haughty posture faltered, and the defiant glint in his eyes dulled. Still, he refused to back down. Lowering his head, he muttered under his breath, "Shisui, I only want to witness someone stronger than you."
"Yeah, I want to see that too."
"Same here."
"So do we."
"Shisui, let him fight. Osamu knows what he's doing."
"It's just a friendly match between clanmates."
"..."
The crowd of Uchiha—restless and proud murmured in agreement, their blood stirred by competitive instinct. Shisui's brow furrowed deeper, his unease growing.
Just as he was about to assert his authority and silence the group, Uchiha Gen calmly stepped forward.
"It's fine, Shisui. I don't mind testing my skills with our clan."
"But—"
"It's really nothing. Do you think I'd lose?"
Uchiha Gen cut him off with quiet confidence, stepping in front of Shisui. As he did, his pupils shifted—from deep black to a vivid crimson and his two-tomoe Sharingan began to rotate slowly, casting an eerie gleam.
"Don't hold back now," Gen added coolly, "and don't embarrass the Uchiha name."
"But how can someone with just two tomoe possibly surpass someone like Shisui, who has three in both eyes?"
The obsession with Sharingan among the Uchiha ran deeper than blood. The number of tomoe had always been equated with visual prowess, genjutsu potency, and chakra perception. That was why Osamu felt so confident.
"You'll see soon enough," Gen replied evenly.
"Fine. But not here this space is too tight for real movement. Let's go somewhere else."
"No need."
"…Are you scared?" Osamu turned toward him and sneered.
"There's no need for a better location," Gen answered softly. "It won't take that long."
That nonchalant tone the ease in Gen's voice—irked the surrounding Uchiha. His apparent arrogance disgusted them.
How dare a two-tomoe Sharingan speak so casually to someone with three tomoe in each eye?
Had he never faced true defeat?
"You're dead!" Osamu growled through clenched teeth.
He turned sharply, preparing to launch a preemptive strike—but Gen was faster.
Genjutsu: Demonic Illusion Shackling Stakes!
Their eyes met. Instantly, Gen triggered a genjutsu through direct eye contact. Despite Osamu having the superior Sharingan, he was pulled into the illusion before he could even register the technique.
In the genjutsu realm, a crimson void stretched endlessly. Five massive, rusted iron stakes pierced Osamu's body one through each limb, and one through the chest.
He couldn't feel pain, but he couldn't move a muscle.neither in the illusion nor in reality.
"Feeble trick... I'll break it!" he shouted inside the illusion. His own three-tomoe Sharingan rotated violently, attempting to dispel the binding genjutsu.
But his body remained motionless.
No matter how much chakra he surged or how he rotated his Sharingan, nothing changed.
"How… how is this possible?"
Back in the real world, Uchiha Osamu's eyes darted madly. His Sharingan swirled with desperation, his chakra surging like a tide.
"Move…"
"Move… damn it…"
"Move for me!!"
He howled inwardly, his chakra spiraling into disarray.
Then finally he broke free.
The illusion shattered.
Just as he regained his senses and prepared to retaliate, he froze again—this time in reality.
A cold pressure rested on his throat.
Looking down, he saw a kunai—firmly pressed against his neck.
Uchiha Gen stood calmly before him, blade drawn. Osamu's face turned ashen.
"See? Isn't that the end of it?" Gen said mildly.
His two-tomoe Sharingan glinted, glowing as he swept his gaze across the stunned crowd. None dared meet his eyes not out of shame, but fear.
They had all watched as Gen, without urgency, pulled a kunai from his pouch and stepped toward Osamu while the latter stood frozen, immobilized within his own mind.
It wasn't the number of tomoe that had shaken them—it was how long the genjutsu held someone of Osamu's level. Even among the Uchiha, a prolonged genjutsu cast with a lesser Sharingan was nearly unheard of.
Osamu wasn't weak his illusion resistance was above average for the clan. For him to be caught and held for that long, unable to break free until it was already too late, spoke volumes about the gap between their eye powers.
Why? How could a two-tomoe outclass a full three-tomoe Sharingan so decisively?
The others didn't understand.
Couldn't understand.
And so, one by one, they lowered their proud eyes.
Even Shisui, standing aside with a conflicted expression, felt a twinge of awe.
He knew he could've done the same but only because he possessed three tomoe in each eye, coupled with his masterful genjutsu.
But Gen had done it with just two tomoe.
Uchiha Gen's ocular power wasn't inferior to his
and his genjutsu skill... may have even surpassed his own.
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