"Anlan, this secret technique is far too precious. I can't learn it."
Uchiha Mikoto gently shook her head, her expression unusually serious and solemn.
Before the world of Naruto entered its later "mecha-like era," most battles between ninja were essentially wars of information.
One signature move could dominate the battlefield.
One unexpected technique could determine victory.
When Tobirama Senju first unveiled the Flying Thunder God Technique on the battlefield, its unmatched speed and unpredictability shocked everyone.
With that single technique, he heavily wounded Uchiha Izuna, the younger brother of clan leader Uchiha Madara, who also possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.
The unprecedented space-time ninjutsu caught Izuna completely off guard.
A single slash cut across his body.
His wounds proved fatal.
Mikoto feared that if she learned the technique, she might accidentally reveal traces of it during some future mission.
Even worse—
If she were to die on the battlefield, where blades and jutsu spared no one, the intelligence in her mind might fall into enemy hands.
If that allowed enemies to prepare for Anlan's trump card—or even set a deadly trap for him…
Just imagining it made her chest tighten.
The girl would rather suffer misfortune herself than ever receive news of his death.
"Enough. Don't overthink it."
After more than ten years of growing up together, the two knew each other better than anyone else.
The moment he saw Mikoto's resistance, Anlan knew exactly what she was thinking.
The three tomoe in his eyes appeared instantly.
Without hesitation, he met her gaze.
Caught completely off guard, Mikoto felt the world around her sway.
Before she could react—
The knowledge had already entered her mind.
Sharingan: Spatial Jump.
This ocular technique was similar in nature to the Uchiha's famous Sharingan genjutsu.
A single glare from the eyes was enough to activate it.
It wasn't a conventional ninjutsu requiring hand seals or chakra manipulation.
Nor was it a taijutsu that demanded years of physical training.
As long as one possessed the Sharingan, the technique could be used.
There was simply no other way to learn it.
It was like the moment of insight in mathematics—
Once you understood it, you understood it.
No amount of effort could force that innate spark of comprehension.
"Anlan!"
Mikoto puffed her cheeks slightly in anger at his forceful method.
Rarely did she display the older-sister authority she sometimes used.
She crossed her arms lightly before her chest, emphasizing her graceful curves.
Her eyes tried to appear stern as she glared at him, attempting to suppress the cheerful grin on his face under the warm sunlight.
But the faint pout of her cherry lips betrayed the coquettish annoyance she didn't even realize she was showing.
After only a few seconds of eye contact, she surrendered under his smiling gaze.
In the end, she could only repeat weakly—
"Don't do that again!"
Mikoto knew he meant well.
But she wanted what was best for him even more.
She secretly planned to place a psychological suggestion on herself later…
"No psychological suggestions allowed."
Anlan interrupted immediately.
This woman, gentle and traditional to her core, was exactly the type who would sacrifice herself for the sake of her family.
The moment she even started thinking about it, he could already guess her plan.
"This technique was always meant to be taught to the clan."
"Before we head to war, every trustworthy Uchiha who has awakened the Sharingan will learn it."
"One day, it will become just like the Great Fireball Technique."
"A required technique for every awakened Uchiha."
Anlan's gaze burned with certainty.
"Don't worry about intelligence leaks."
"The strength of the Uchiha has never depended on hiding one or two secret techniques."
"Our foundation in the ninja world lies in the power and pride flowing through our blood."
"It was true in the past."
"It is true now."
"And it will remain true in the future."
Mikoto gazed up at him.
Her eyes sparkled faintly as she listened to his confident declaration.
That calm, steady confidence—
The way he was gradually guiding the clan toward prosperity—
It was precisely the version of him she loved most.
The little boy who once followed behind me calling me 'big sister'…
Has become a man capable of shielding the clan from the storm.
Mikoto felt joy.
Yet a faint, indescribable disappointment slipped silently into her heart like cool morning dew.
So this powerful technique…
Was not a special gift meant only for her.
Realizing this made the smile she wore for him fade ever so slightly.
She lowered her lashes quickly.
In truth, she was greedy.
She wanted him to shine brilliantly before the world—
But somewhere deep inside, she also wished he might reserve one unique affection for her alone.
"I understand."
When she raised her eyes again, only warmth remained.
All those subtle emotions were carefully hidden within her clear gaze.
"I'll practice Spatial Jump properly."
"And combine it with other techniques to create an entirely new combat system."
For Uchiha who had awakened the Sharingan, their fighting style was built entirely around it.
Whether facing one enemy or many—
The opening move was always the same.
Raise the eyes.
Lock the opponent in Sharingan genjutsu.
At the same time, throw shuriken, senbon, or other ninja tools to suppress or divide the enemy.
Then follow with a barrage of ninjutsu—usually Fire Release or Wind Release.
If combat closed to short range, it became Uchiha-style taijutsu or swordsmanship.
This battle method had been refined through countless wars.
It was precise, efficient, and nearly flawless.
Now—
With the addition of a space-time ocular technique, the Uchiha's combat style would change dramatically.
"Spatial Jump relies entirely on ocular power," Anlan explained seriously.
"The stronger your eye power, the farther you can teleport."
"And the more times you can use it consecutively."
"Now, try to feel it."
In truth, before teaching this technique to Mikoto, the first person to master Sharingan: Spatial Jump had been the loyal Uchiha Yashiro.
After several days of repeated testing, and confirming the technique posed no risk, Anlan finally decided to teach it to Mikoto.
Of course—
There was no need for Mikoto to know that.
Mikoto smiled softly.
The three tomoe in her eyes began to rotate.
The next second—
Her figure vanished with a ripple in space.
She reappeared instantly beside Anlan.
Without hesitation, she leaned close.
Her soft cherry lips pressed gently against his cheek.
Her breath brushed warmly against his skin.
"Little brother… come catch me~"
Before the words had even finished—
The tomoe in her eyes spun again.
Her body vanished like mist.
Only a faint lingering fragrance remained where she had stood.
In the next instant she appeared two meters away on the grass.
She glanced back with a playful smile.
Her hair fluttered in the morning light.
A mischievous challenge danced on her lips.
Anlan raised a hand and touched the cheek where her warmth still lingered.
His three-tomoe Sharingan locked onto her lively figure.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a grin like a big bad wolf chasing Little Red Riding Hood.
"When I catch you…"
"You're finished."
"We both have spatial teleportation."
"You won't catch me~"
As the two figures flickered repeatedly through the sunlight beside the Naka River, another place in the village carried a completely different atmosphere.
Inside the Hokage Building, the mood was unbearably heavy.
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