Izuna slowly opened his eyes, but the world around him was nothing but darkness — an endless black void. His voice echoed softly in the emptiness.
"I died again…" he whispered, a heavy sadness weighing on him.
"Did I fail once more? I should have been stronger, fought better…" he thought, feeling the deep pain of loss and regret.
As he wandered through that endless shadow, the real world in Konoha was in chaos. Guards rushed the wounded into the hospital. Toro lay motionless, blood slowly dripping from the arm that was severed in battle. Doctors worked tirelessly to save his life.
Izuna, badly injured, was carefully carried on a stretcher, while relatives stood by with tears in their eyes.
In the Hokage's office, Hiruzen sat deep in thought. His pipe slipped from his hand and rolled slowly across the table. His voice was hoarse as he spoke:
"I can't believe it… How is it possible such powers exist?"
An Anbu commander stood nearby, reporting from the battlefield:
"Hokage-sama, Izuna activated a Mangekyou Sharingan power unseen before… He defeated many enemies alone, but was gravely wounded and is currently in a coma."
Hiruzen clenched his teeth, battling shock and worry:
"What does this mean for us? The dawn of a new era… or a new threat?"
Far from the bright streets of Konoha, in the shadows of Root, Danzo murmured
"If I can seize this child's power… Konoha will be my puppet. The whole country—and the world—will bow to me! Ha-ha-ha!"
In the quiet hospital room, Shisui appeared with his family. His eyes were full of sorrow and pain.
"Izuna-san… my older brother," he whispered, "I never wanted to lose him."
A tear slid down his cheek as he stared into the space.
Everyone slowly left the room, leaving Izuna alone in the silence.
His spirit wandered through the darkness, burdened by the weight of the past.
From the shadows came a familiar voice:
"Izuna, don't give up. You can't die now."
Kakashi stood before him, with a gentle smile and determined eyes.
"I don't want to be bored without a rival," he said softly.
Izuna's heart trembled at the sound, a spark of hope igniting in his soul.
Izuna lay in a dark hospital room, motionless, his eyes closed. His body was deep in a coma, unable to move or speak. Only silence filled the air.
Kakashi stood beside the bed, looking at his friend with sadness in his eyes. He leaned in gently and whispered,
"Izuna… I know you're still in there somewhere. Don't give up.
I slowly opened my eyes, every muscle aching as if I had been trapped in an endless darkness. Beside me, a medic ninja watched silently, her face calm but tired.
"Where… am I?" I whispered, my throat dry and rough.
The medic's soft voice answered, "You've been unconscious for two weeks. You were in a coma after the mission. Your injuries were severe, but you're stable now."
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to push away the pain and the memories of the battlefield — the explosion, the chaos, the desperate fight to protect everyone. I felt a quiet voice inside me, a promise I muttered under my breath: "I won't let this happen again. I swear…"
When I opened my eyes again, I asked quietly, "What about the others? Toro… Kenji?"
The medic's gaze faltered for a second before the door slid open. Jounin Jiro stepped inside, his face heavy with worry and regret.
"Izuna," he said softly, pulling a chair and sitting beside my bed, "there's something I have to tell you. Kenji and Toro… they won't be coming back to missions."
I blinked, confused and anxious. "What do you mean? They retired?"
Jiro nodded slowly. "Kenji was shaken after what happened. The sight of Toro… losing his arm, it was too much. Toro… he can't fight anymore. That injury ended his career."
My fists clenched involuntarily. A lump formed in my throat. "I never wanted any of this to happen… I should have been stronger."
Jiro placed a hand gently on my shoulder. "Hey, Izuna. You saved their lives. You fought harder than anyone could ask. That jutsu you used — the one with the six-pointed star Mangekyou — it was incredible. It kept you all alive when things looked hopeless."
I looked down at my hands, the faint glow of my Sharingan still there, the pattern still unfamiliar but powerful.
"It's a new power," I whispered. "I don't fully control it yet. Sometimes I fear what it could do… or what it could take from me."
Jiro smiled softly, but there was a seriousness behind his eyes. "Power like that… It's a burden and a gift. You'll need to learn to master it, Izuna. You have great potential. But right now, focus on getting better."
I nodded, swallowing hard. "I will. For them. For everyone."
Jiro stood, preparing to leave, but paused at the door.
"One more thing," he said. "When you're ready, you need to visit the Hokage. He wants to see you. There are things you must discuss… things that could change everything."
As the door closed behind him, I was left alone again, my mind racing — pain, hope, fear, and determination all swirling inside me..I said to myself, I need to get stronger…
Izuna woke up slowly, his body still weak, but his mind sharp as ever. It had been a week since he'd left the brink of death, and visitors had come — family, friends, and Kakashi, his closest rival and friend.
Kakashi sat by his bedside, eyes warm but cautious. "You scared us, Izuna. Thought you weren't coming back."
Izuna gave a small smirk, still tired but determined. "Guess I'm tougher than I look."
Family members murmured nearby, expressing relief. His mother wiped tears from her eyes while Shisui, like a younger brother, stood quietly, his gaze filled with unspoken concern.
After a while, the room quieted down, and Izuna found the strength to sit up. "I want to see Hokage-sama," he said calmly.
Kakashi nodded, a flicker of respect in his eyes. "When you're ready, we'll go."
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The path to the Hokage's office felt heavy, like walking into a storm of expectations. Izuna's footsteps echoed softly in the stone corridors of the Hidden Leaf Village headquarters. The door loomed ahead, polished wood carved with the emblem of the village.
Inside, Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi stood quietly, observing the city through a crystal orb — a habit he rarely abandoned. When Izuna entered, Hiruzen turned slowly, a mix of concern and curiosity in his aged eyes.
"Welcome back, Izuna Uchiha," Hiruzen said, voice calm but firm. "I have heard of the powers you awakened — powers not seen in a generation."
Izuna met his gaze coolly. "It was survival. And now, I'm ready to control it."
Hiruzen's brow furrowed slightly. "Your Mangekyou Sharingan… its strength is unparalleled. Tell me, how did you unlock such abilities?"
Izuna leaned back, a slight smile crossing his lips. "It came at a cost. But I'm not the kind to waste second chances."
The two shared a long silence, broken only by the soft hum of the orb's light. Hiruzen finally nodded. "Your mission record is impressive for your age. C and D rank missions completed, and reports say you neutralized enemies that even seasoned Jounin struggled with."
Izuna shrugged modestly. "I do what I can."
Hiruzen's gaze softened, revealing a rare moment of approval. "You carry a heavy burden, Izuna. But you show the heart of a true shinobi."
As Izuna stood to leave, Hiruzen called out softly, "We will watch over you, and the village depends on your growth."
Outside the office, Izuna's thoughts were a mixture of weight and relief. He felt colder than most, yet a spark of warmth flickered — a reminder that he was not alone.
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Hokage's Records:
Name: Izuna Uchiha
Age: Nearly 7 years old
Missions Completed: Several C and D rank missions
Special Abilities: Mangekyou Sharingan with a unique star-shaped pattern, advanced space-time ninjutsu, potent genjutsu, high proficiency in kenjutsu and taijutsu
Notes: Demonstrated ability to overcome enemies beyond Jounin capabilities; shows promise for future leadership and power development.
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Hiruzen closed the file slowly, his eyes lingering on Izuna's name. "A new chapter begins," he murmured, "and with it, the fate of the Hidden Leaf."