Uchiha Saisumi is Shisui younger sister and Sasuke's Bestfriend. She got separated after leaving Sunagagure with her family; Getting ambushed as they headed back to Konoha by one of the high elders, saisumi unlocked her mangekyou upon seeing her par...
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AUTHOR'S POV
The days had passed in a tense blur, four days filled with strategy, observation, and a relentless focus that bordered on obsession. By now, the competition in the tower had thinned, and whispers of the strongest contenders echoed through the rooms. Saisumi and her team were a name on everyone's lips.
As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the stone corridors, the silence was broken by the slow, deliberate creak of the tower's main doors swinging open.
All eyes turned as Saisumi entered, her pace relaxed, steps falling like whispers across the floor. Her Sharingan wasn't activated, but there was a look in her eyes-a hint of contained power-that made her seem as untouchable as she was silent.
Behind her, Seiji and Kouta followed, their movements perfectly synchronized, each of them embodying an air of silent intensity that heightened the effect of her arrival.
The room grew eerily still. Conversations that had once buzzed with energy were reduced to nothing but hesitant murmurs.
Saisumi's gaze flickered over the room in a single, dismissive glance. Her expression gave nothing away, as if those around her were mere background noise to her focused path.
She didn't pause, didn't acknowledge the eyes tracking her movements; she simply moved through the hall as if she owned it, a quiet storm with her team in tow.
Some genin shifted uncomfortably, glancing at each other for validation of the intimidating presence filling the space. A nearby team whispered, but the words died in the air as they noticed her attention flick toward them. With a slight narrowing of her eyes, she gave them the barest of glances, almost imperceptible.
One genin finally mustered the courage to break the silence. "So... that's the Uchiha girl."
A subtle, nearly imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of Seiji's mouth. He leaned toward Saisumi, his voice low but steady. "They seem... nervous."
Saisumi's eyes didn't stray from her intended destination, her voice cool and collected. "They should be."
Kouta's lips curved slightly as he looked around, taking in the expressions of the other genin with an amused sort of detachment. "What did they expect?"
They made their way to the corner of the hall, claiming a space as their own. Saisumi leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, her posture effortlessly composed. It was a subtle signal to everyone in the room that she was prepared for whatever challenge awaited, but unbothered by the collective attention.
Seiji, standing beside her, glanced at their surroundings. "It seems we've made an impression," he remarked, keeping his voice between the three of them.
