Reborn as Sasuke Uchiha: The Fallen Uchiha

Shadowed Walls

A bead of sweat trickled down my cheek as I spotted Yugao, my Anbu guard, watching me from the shadows. I calmed down and tried to gain her attention. She saw and approached me.

"Yugao-san," I began, my voice laced with apprehension. "How much... did you see?"

Yugao's response was curt. "Everything."

I needed her discretion, needed to keep my newfound abilities, including the dangerous truth about my Mangekyo, hidden from Hokage and the Council.

"Is there any way..." I began, then swallowed hard, formulating my plea. "Is there any way to keep this... about the fire control and the other ability... out of their hands?"

'Depends on the detail you will give be about fire controlling and that other thing.' She concluded.

One way or another. Taking a deep breath, I plunged into the murky waters of revelation. I explained the truth about my Mangekyo Sharingan, its abilities, and the chilling caveat of permanent blindness with overuse. It was a desperate attempt to garner her understanding, to convince her that this power would not be wielded recklessly.

As I spoke, Yugao removed her mask, her expression unreadable. "This... isn't it the same power that controls the Nine-Tails?" she finally asked, her voice low.

I could only nod, the weight of her scrutiny heavy on him.

"We have a duty to protect the Leaf from all potential threats," Yugao said, her eyes narrowed. "And this ability, combined with the risk of blindness... my mission is to protect you, Sasuke. And I don't trust Root with this information."

I looked at her with pleading eyes. "So... you won't report it?"

"I saw nothing, heard nothing. Now breathe!" Yugao confirmed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

I released the breath I hadn't realized he was holding. I'd dodged one bullet, but another loomed large on the horizon.

"Though," Yugao's eyes widened, "Council again? What did you do this time, kid?"

I winced. "Let's just say I... accidentally revealed some clan information that could rewrite the history of Ninjutsu."

Yugao stared at me, her jaw agape. "Wha—what happened—"

Our conversation was cut short by another Anbu, summoning us to the Council chamber. So she told him we are coming. We exchanged glances, and I instructed Yugao to wait as I wash the blood from my face. I quickly ran towards my house.

In my room, I meditated for some seconds, channeling my chakra. With a burst of energy, I summoned one shadow clone, but not an ordinary one. This one contained a staggering 75% of my chakra. Using a Mangekyo Genjutsu, he implanted a set of carefully constructed memories into my mind – memories of a plan, an attempt that if my chakra is low and my Sharingan deactivated, it will work. And it did.

The clone stood as a mirror image of me, eyes blazing with the Mangekyo. We locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. Then, the clone transformed into a crow, ready to follow.

I met with Yugao-San outside and we set on our way. And the crow observe from behind as we walked into the lion's den – the Hokage Tower.

The air hung heavy in the meeting room, thick with suspicion and simmering anger and I was in the middle of it. My Anbu guard stood rigidly in the corner with other guards. Shikaku's muttered "Troublesome" echoed in the tense silence, a sentiment I couldn't help but share, while others sat with stoic expressions, a flicker of annoyance betraying their facade. It hadn't even been 24 hours since the last meeting, and here I was again, dragging them into another whirlwind of upheaval.