Chapter 4: The Chakra Breathing Technique  

The atmosphere inside the Uchiha clan hall was heavy and tense. A meeting had been called, and every clan member present felt the weight of what was happening.

Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Shisui sat in the back row, watching as the unease spread across the faces of their fellow clan members. Itachi, though still young, could sense the undercurrent of fear and frustration surrounding him.

Uchiha Fugaku, their clan leader, stood before them and began to speak. "During the Nine-Tails' attack, the Fourth Hokage sacrificed his life to save the village, and now the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, has taken up the mantle once again."

He unfurled a map and pointed to a corner far removed from the village center. "The village leaders have decided that the Uchiha clan must relocate here."

At his words, the room erupted into anger.

"What?! This place is worthless!"

"After the Second Hokage's reign, our clan has always been pushed to the outskirts of the village. Now they're trying to push us out completely!"

"This is outrageous! I refuse to accept this!"

"First, they don't welcome us, and now they openly show their disdain?"

"It's ridiculous! If it wasn't for the Uchiha and Senju clans, Konoha wouldn't even exist! And this is how they treat us?"

"There are rumors in the village that the Uchiha clan controlled the Nine-Tails! That's why they're trying to isolate us!"

"They're trying to restrict our movements! The Third Hokage doesn't trust us! Clan leader, we can't just sit here and let them push us around!"

The frustration in the room grew palpable as the adults of the Uchiha clan vented their anger.

Fugaku listened carefully and then spoke in a calm yet firm voice, "I understand your concerns, and you are right. But we are not in a position of power right now. We must recognize our current limitations.

Instead of complaining, we must focus on improving ourselves. The Uchiha clan has always endured hardship. If we continue to endure, one day, another genius like Uchiha Madara will rise from our ranks, and our clan will regain its former glory."

The room quieted down as Fugaku's words settled in. Despite the unfair treatment, the members of the Uchiha clan had always prided themselves on their strength and resilience. Still, one question lingered in their minds: How long would they have to wait?

Fugaku's gaze softened as he thought of his younger son, Sasuke. He turned to the clan members and said with quiet determination, "This day is not far away."

Though Fugaku's words offered some comfort, he knew deep down that the path ahead would not be easy. "I will continue to negotiate with the Third Hokage," he reassured them. "We will not be pushed aside so easily."

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Time passed quickly. Six months later, the new Uchiha clan compound had been completed. The area was surprisingly beautiful, with a large lake and fresh air, making it a peaceful place for training and reflection.

However, the towering watchtowers in the distance were a stark reminder that the clan was being closely monitored.

Sasuke, now able to walk and babble, was the center of attention whenever Fugaku saw him. In Fugaku's eyes, there was always a mix of tenderness and ambition. After all, Sasuke represented the hope of the Uchiha clan's future.

It was also around this time that Itachi entered the Ninja Academy, while Shisui was recruited into the Anbu. These developments brought pride to the Uchiha clan, particularly to Fugaku, who saw in them the potential for greatness.

Itachi did not disappoint. He excelled in every subject at the academy, consistently ranking first. His talent was so undeniable that he graduated in just one year, officially becoming a Genin. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, four years passed.

Now a member of the Anbu, Itachi seldom came home, though whenever he did, he always brought Sasuke treats and taught him new ninjutsu techniques.

Despite his young age, Sasuke was burdened by a growing sense of dread. He knew what was coming—the night of the Uchiha massacre, when his "beloved brother" would slaughter the entire clan, sparing only him.

Sasuke didn't want history to repeat itself. He had lived five years in this world and had grown deeply attached to his parents and clan. The elders treated him with kindness, seeing him as the future of their people. And selfishly, Sasuke didn't want to see them all die.

"Why did it have to end this way?" Sasuke thought to himself. "There has to be a better solution than annihilating the entire clan."

His brother Itachi was too extreme in his methods. Sasuke believed there was another way—one that didn't involve the destruction of the Uchiha.

Opening the system interface in his mind, Sasuke took a moment to assess his progress.

''[Ding! System successfully opened.]'' 

''[Host: Uchiha Sasuke]'' 

''[Age: 4 years old]'' 

''[Special Physique: Reincarnation of Indra, Chakra Affinity]'' 

''[Bloodline Limit: Sharingan (Double Tomoe)]'' 

''[Chakra Attributes: Lightning, Fire]''

Sasuke's fifth birthday was only a few days away. He knew that on that day, he would awaken the Three Tomoe Sharingan, a sight that would shock the clan members who had begun to lose hope in him. He would restore their faith.

"Sasuke, come down here! I'll teach you a new jutsu!" Fugaku's voice called out from below.

Sasuke hopped off the roof, landing gracefully beside his father, who stood by the lake. Fugaku smiled at him, his Konoha Police Force uniform making him look even more imposing.

"Your birthday is coming up soon, and you'll be starting at the Ninja Academy," Fugaku said, his tone proud yet serious. "So, I'm going to teach you one of our clan's ancestral jutsu—''Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique''!"

"Your brother, Itachi, mastered it after just two tries," Fugaku added with a slight grin.

With practiced ease, Fugaku weaved a series of hand seals and expelled a massive fireball that lit up the area with intense heat.

Sasuke watched closely, already feeling confident that he could replicate the jutsu. Following his father's example, Sasuke formed the same hand seals and inhaled deeply. In one swift motion, he unleashed an even larger fireball than Fugaku's, its orange-red flames illuminating the entire area.

As the flames died down, Sasuke could feel a mysterious power within him stir. ''Chakra.'' The Uchiha bloodline gifted him with an immense reserve of chakra, and Sasuke could feel it flowing through him like a vast, untapped well of energy.

Fugaku watched his son with pride, his heart swelling with joy. "Hahahaha! To think our clan would produce three prodigies in a time of peace! The Uchiha clan is truly blessed!"

Sasuke returned to his room that night, still exhilarated by his success with the Great Fireball Technique. However, as he lay in bed, he felt his chakra stirring uncontrollably. It surged and pulsed within him, as if seeking release.

Focusing his mind, Sasuke began to regulate his breathing, trying to calm the erratic flow of chakra. Gradually, he discovered that with each controlled breath, his chakra seemed to increase ever so slightly. It was subtle, but the difference was undeniable.

''[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have mastered the Chakra Breathing Technique.]'' 

''[By breathing in a specific pattern, the chakra in your body will continuously increase.]''

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