Our dream

Passing by the crowd, two small guys nimbly ran between the large crowd. Unexpectedly, large clouds of clouds appeared in the sky, which is a sign of the onset of rain. Noticing the changes in the weather, Minato warned his friend and the two of them headed towards the old abandoned houses, where they decided to stop for a while.

- "Listen, Makira.. Don't pay attention to these people.. They're afraid of you because they don't know anything about you.. Become strong and prove to them that you are not the one they take you for!" said Minato, trying to support a friend who had been silent all this time while they were walking.

To the sounds of dripping rain that echoed in the old house, dripping on the floor because of the old cracked roof that should have fallen apart for a long time, Makira rested his back against the wall and took a skewer with dango in his hands, which he began to eat: - "Do you really think that I care about the opinion of some ordinary residents... They are not worthy.."

- "Why do you say that, this is your village and we will soon go to the academy, we will become ninjas and protect this village from dangers." - said Minato, worried that his friend will go the wrong way. He knew that although Makira does not show any emotions on his face, but he is a person who can experience emotions more strongly than anyone else.

Ignoring Minato's words, he asked: "What's your dream, Minato?"

- "My dream.. I want to become a Hokage. I want to protect this village and I want people to be happy. I want to create a world where all villages will live in peace." - the blond boy answered, all his words were said from the heart, he had not told anyone about what he was thinking, but he decided to fully express himself to his best friend and decided to ask a friend: - "And what is yours dream, what do you want?"

Makira raised his hand to the window to fully see its outline and slowly say: - "Become the strongest Shinobi to protect those who are dear to me. Even if the whole world is against me, I will fight until my last breath for the sake of the people I want to protect.. And it doesn't matter what others will say about me.. I will decide my own fate.." - clenching his hand into a fist

These words caused Minato to open his mouth wide in shock, as it was the first time since they met, his best friend uttered so many words, while these words were said with such emotion that he had to put his hand to his chest to hear the sound of his heart, which echoed in his mind.

So they sat for a while longer. Seeing how the rain was gradually ending, they both got up to head to their homes.

Dim lanterns were melting on the streets, which softly illuminated the roads. There were few people, as the evening had already begun a long time ago, there were a large number of puddles on the paths. Thanks to the reflection from the lanterns on the puddles, Makira was able to navigate in the dark without any problems, so as not to step into a puddle once again.

Although the boy learned to walk on the walls with the help of the chakra, but he still could not walk on water because of the difficulties of controlling the chakra, since the difference between walking on a solid surface is much more difficult than walking on water.

Stopping at the intersection, they looked at each other Until Minato held out his fist, causing Makira to grin slightly, he also held out his fist, gently beating it off. Where they went their separate ways.

Walking through empty streets. Makira began to think about what they were talking about. Completely lost in his thoughts, he did not notice he was at home. Trying to open the door, he realized that no one was at home. Pulling out the key to the door, he quickly took off his shoes and closed the door behind him, heading to his room.

He looked at his shelves of books. After examining some, he found one interesting. The cover was completely black, but there was a beautiful Uchiha clan symbol on the front of the book. Putting the book on the table, he gently sat down at his chair and began to look through the book.

Opening the first page, he was greeted by a large number of characters that he could hardly make out, but thanks to the fact that his eye can better distinguish black on white, he managed to read some information.

Although Hiro did not tell him that he was his brother, Makira had long ago learned this from a scroll that was still kept in his hiding place. Even in spite of all this, he knew that something was forcing his brother to hide it in order to protect his life. If he is an Uchiha, then he should at least know what kind of clan this is and why everyone is so afraid of them, even though Makira has repeatedly repeated to himself that the clan abandoned him to his fate.

The Uchiha clan is one of the four noble clans of Konohagakure, which became famous as the strongest clan in the village due to its Sharingan and natural fighting skills.

When Makira read this, he realized that they are a strong clan and that their peculiarity lies in their eyes, which, as written, is their main strength in addition to a great innateness to the element of fire. After thinking a little, he remembered how he met some Uchiha, wherever they were, they were always treated with respect, even if this person is not a ninja, but a simple worker in the village, they were still considered respected because of their clan.

After putting the book back in its place, he took off all his dirty clothes to go to the shower. Taking the ointment in his hand, he carefully applied it to his leg wound, although it was not deep, he decided to treat it so as not to get infected.

Lying in bed, an idea occurred to him, quickly closing his eyes, he began to focus all his chakra on his eyes, causing him slight discomfort. After this feeling passed, he slowly opened his eyes, causing the boy to flinch for a second.

He looked around his entire room, surprised that although he could not see with beautiful colors, at least he could see small details. Hesitating for a second, he jumped up from his seat, picking up a mirror and presenting it to his face, where on his fuzzy face, he noticed eyes that had not changed, but a different color appeared inside them, as in his opinion, it was similar to what he had seen earlier in the book.

Agitated, Makira stopped using the chakra and went back to his bed with a more excited look. He had felt that his eyes had changed before, but he could not remember when, until the case flashed in his head when he allowed his emotions to come out for the first time in his life and it was the day when he killed a man for the first time. Deciding to put aside his memories, he gently drifted off to sleep.