The moment Kyojiro heard the voice, he understood what was happening. Footsteps echoed faintly through the dark corridor.He turned around, his eyes darting instinctively toward the sound. Even without chakra, he could still make out about a meter ahead—just enough to see shadows move.
"So, you're the Uchiha prisoner, huh?" A cold, cruel voice rang out in front of him.The cell door creaked open unnaturally slow, deliberately dragging out the sound—as if meant to brand one thought into his mind:That I'm a prisoner now. That I have no control.
His eyes hardened. Dull, black, lifeless. Unlike the vibrant crimson they once were. His chest felt heavy with realization. I had just awakened the three tomoe… something I dreamed of for years.
Before he could think further, two pairs of blue eyes entered his faint field of vision. The low visibility only allowed him to glimpse their outlines—dark-skinned men, each bearing a scar across the right eye.
From what Kyojiro could tell, they looked almost identical—twins. Their faces stretched into cruel smiles, dripping with malice."How does it feel, you pathetic Konoha scum? How does it feel to be so powerless?" Their voices overlapped in eerie unison.
Kyojiro didn't answer. He didn't need to. His eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at them.
Not getting the reaction they expected, their mood soured."You fucking loser," one hissed, grabbing him by a tuft of hair and yanking his head back. A lecherous grin twisted across his face. "Those defiant eyes of yours… it'd be amazing to take them from you."
The other stepped forward, lips curling into a smirk. "I was wondering if we'd need a medic-nin for this, but no… this'll be satisfying enough."
But before either could act, Kyojiro's voice cut through the air—loud, absolute, a verdict cast upon lesser men."You both will die."
There was no hatred in his tone. No rage. Just finality.Kyojiro had already decided—there's no place in this world for scum like you.
Instead of fear, laughter erupted from the two."Look, the dog's barking, brother!" Their laughter filled the cell, echoing off every wall. One leaned close, sneering, "You better be grateful the Raikage ordered us not to kill you."
"And poor dog," the other added, his tone dripping venom, "don't ever think you'll escape this place."
SWISH—Their hands moved in perfect sync. Their fingers dug mercilessly into his eyes.
His Sharingan—his pride, his identity, the gift he'd carried since birth—ripped away in an instant.
A sharp, searing pain tore through the darkness where his eyes once were. His nerves screamed like they'd caught fire. His body convulsed, his heart burned.
The emptiness left behind was worse than any wound—an endless, echoing rage he couldn't extinguish.
The brothers stood, satisfied, leaving him writhing. They'd ended the career of the Uchiha prisoner, and they knew it.
As they stepped away, a voice came again—low, resolute."Count your days."
The older twin's face twisted in fury, his hand twitching to strike—but his brother stopped him with a firm grip. Not now. Not when the Raikage had ordered restraint.
They turned and walked out, leaving the Uchiha to his darkness."You'll never see the light of day, dog," one called out, laughter following his words, "and if you do, I'll end those delusions of yours—with your very own eyes."
Their laughter echoed down the hall, bouncing off the cold stone walls—until it became nothing but a whisper in the dark.
And just like that, the first day as a prisoner of the Land of Lightning began.. . .
In the first two months, Kyojiro thought he had adjusted.He was wrong.
His stomach growled endlessly. The food—a watery porridge and a stale piece of bread barely enough for a child—did little for his body.His once-powerful frame had withered, muscle shrinking to bone.
But even that wasn't the worst of it.The isolation was.
Time itself seemed to stop in this cell. The only sounds he could hear were his own—his breathing, the slow thud of his heart, the faint creak of his bones when he shifted. The only sign that days were passing was the tray of food sliding through the slot once a day.
It was through that alone that Kyojiro kept count of time.
Each day, the silence grew heavier.Each day, his heart sank deeper.
No one to talk to. No one to see. No one to remember he existed.
For the first time in his life, Kyojiro realized how much he'd taken connection for granted. The laughter of comrades, the arguments during missions, the warmth of shared silence—it was all gone now.
Sometimes, he heard voices. Minato's calm one, Jiraiya's teasing laugh… even Obito's childish optimism. They echoed faintly in his mind, like ghosts haunting his conscience.
And sometimes, he wondered if it had all been worth it.The endless missions. The sleepless nights of training.He'd never had a lover. Never had a true friend.He'd spent every moment chasing strength, only to realize his own chakra reserves had always held him back.
Was any of it worth it?
Even the memory of Kyojuro Rengoku haunted him—how the man had died protecting his comrades, smiling till the end.Rengoku had won even in death.Kyojiro couldn't even save his own team.
He wasn't foolish. He knew the truth.If A had been the one to face them… there was no chance his comrades had survived.
They're all dead, he told himself, clawing at his tangled hair just to feel something different from the endless roughness of the walls and floor.
His body shivered. Fever. Hunger. Loneliness. All blending into one dull ache.
But above all, the blindness consumed him.After living his entire life seeing color—sky, flame, faces—the sudden void was unbearable. It wasn't just disorienting. It was a new form of torture.
Kyojiro's nose twitched. His other senses had sharpened over the months, straining to fill the gap his eyes had left behind.He smelled the cold porridge before it touched the ground.
Even in his starved state, he remained rigid.
Because for all his suffering, Kyojiro Uchiha would rather lose his life than his dignity.
The guard said nothing as he slid the tray in and walked away, leaving him once again in silence.
And in that silence, Kyojiro finally realized something.
He didn't know if he could continue living like this.
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Yo guys, Bet y'all could feel the grim atmosphere, Btw don't worry, this arc isn't very long, ;).