The Burden of Six Eyes and Early Childhood

Kakashi cradled Kazumi in his arms, her tiny form wrapped in a soft blanket. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the nursery floor. His daughter's piercing blue eyes fixed on his face, tracking his every movement with an uncanny awareness that made him pause.

"You're quite observant for someone who can't even hold her head up yet." He adjusted her position, moving from light to shadow.

Her eyes remained the same - that ethereal blue that seemed to glow from within. No change in intensity, no dilation, and no reaction to the shift in lighting. His brow furrowed.

"Interesting." He paced the room, watching her eyes. Most babies' eyes wandered, unfocused, and learning to track. Kazumi's gaze stayed sharp, and precise, seeing everything.

The faint luminescence reminded him of his own Sharingan, but different. His eye drained chakra when active, requiring conscious effort to maintain. But Kazumi's eyes...they never switched off.

He carried her to the changing table, laying her down beneath the overhead light. Still no change - the same steady blue glow, the same keen awareness. His finger traced the air above her face, and her eyes followed the movement perfectly.

"Those aren't normal eyes, are they?" He leaned closer, examining the intricate patterns within the blue. Geometric shapes shifted and flowed like liquid crystal. "What exactly did you inherit, little one?"

Kazumi reached up, tiny fingers grasping at his mask. A gurgle escaped her lips, but her gaze remained unnervingly focused.

"The Hokage should probably know about this." He scooped her back into his arms. "Though I doubt even he has seen anything quite like you."

Even after talking to the Hokage and looking through hundreds of scrolls, they couldn't find anything similar to Kazumi's eyes Kakashi left the office disappointed That he hadn't discovered his daughter's distress earlier.

He did notice Her chakra waves always Fluctuating up and down, but he didn't look closely into it because he thought she was strong for a newborn Kakashi Curled his fist into a ball No matter what I will find a way to help her even a tiny bit. 

Kazumi's fussing echoed through the apartment for the third night in a row. Kakashi lifted his weary head from the mission reports scattered across his desk. The clock showed 2 AM.

He pushed open the nursery door to find her squirming in her crib, face scrunched up despite no tears or apparent discomfort. Her luminescent eyes darted around the room, tracking invisible patterns in the darkness.

"Can't sleep again?" He picked her up, noting the dark circles under her eyes that mirrored his own. "You see everything, don't you?"

Her tiny hands clutched his vest as she continued to scan the room. Even in pitch black, those eyes kept working, kept processing. The constant stream of visual information never ceased.

Kakashi grabbed a soft washcloth from the changing table. "Let's try something."

He draped the cloth over her eyes. The effect was immediate - her rigid posture melted, muscles going slack in his arms. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

"That's it, isn't it? Too much input." He adjusted the cloth to ensure it didn't press too hard against her face. "Your eyes don't know how to turn off yet."

Within minutes, her breathing deepened into the rhythm of sleep. He stood there, holding her peaceful form, mind already working on a solution.

The next morning, he modified one of his spare masks, cutting and sewing it into a small blindfold. He added elastic bands to keep it secure but comfortable.

"This should work better than a washcloth." He slipped it over her eyes during her morning nap. The fabric was light enough to let some light through while blocking the intense visual feedback her eyes seemed to process.

Kazumi settled into her crib without protest, one hand curled around her favorite stuffed dog. For the first time in days, she slept soundly, her face relaxed and peaceful. 

Three years time skip P O V Kazumi 

I gripped Dad's hand as we walked through Konoha's bustling streets. Even with my special blindfold, the world blazed with chakra signatures - blue flames dancing inside every person we passed. The marketplace hummed with energy, each vendor's stall a unique constellation of light.

"Remember what we practiced?" Dad squeezed my hand. "Focus on one thing at a time."

"I know." I concentrated on the dango shop ahead, trying to filter out everything else. The old lady behind the counter glowed softly, her chakra warm like embers. "Can we get some?"

"After you show me you can handle being out here longer than yesterday."

I nodded, understanding the deal. Each day we ventured a little further from home, testing my limits. The blindfold helped, but seeing through fabric wasn't the same as closing my eyes - the world remained crystal clear, just slightly muted.

A group of kids ran past, their chakra networks flaring bright with excitement. The sudden burst of light made me wince.

"Too much?" Dad started to turn back.

"No." I planted my feet. "I want to keep going."

We continued down the street, past the flower shop where purple and green chakra swirled through the plants. Past the weapons store where metal items gleamed with residual energy from their forging. Each step brought new patterns, new intensities to process.

"Look." I pointed to a cat perched on a roof. Its chakra coiled like smoke around its small form. "Even animals have different patterns."

"You're getting better at describing what you see." Dad ruffled my hair. "Ready to try the park?"

The thought of all those people and trees in one space made my stomach twist, but I straightened my shoulders. "Yes."

"We'll stay at the edge today. Baby steps."

That's how we did everything now - in careful increments. Dad never pushed too hard,and never rushed my progress. He understood that my eyes needed time to adjust.

I squeezed his hand tighter as we approached the park's entrance. The massive chakra signature of the great tree at its center pulsed like a heartbeat, but this time I didn't look away. 

I focused on the giant tree's chakra signature, letting its steady pulse anchor me. Other signatures flitted around its edges - kids playing tag, parents chatting on benches, a chunin practicing chakra control high in the branches. Each one threatened to overwhelm my senses, but I held firm.

"The tree helps," I told Dad. "It's... constant. Not flickering like people."

He nodded, leading me to a quiet spot at the park's edge. "Natural chakra tends to be more stable. That's why I brought you here."

A ball rolled near our feet, its surface carrying traces of the children who'd touched it. I picked it up, studying how their chakra signatures had mixed and merged on the rubber.

"Hey! Can you throw that back?" A boy called from across the grass.

I turned toward his voice, seeing his chakra network pulse with anticipation. He was maybe my age, his pathways still developing but already showing signs of ninja training.

"Go ahead," Dad encouraged.

I tossed the ball, tracking its arc through the air. The boy caught it with a flash of surprise - I'd thrown it perfectly despite wearing what looked like a blindfold.

"Whoa, how'd you do that?" He jogged over, chakra swirling with curiosity.

"I can see just fine," I said, tapping my modified mask. "It just helps me focus better."

He doesn't seem to understand but he just shrugs it off.

His chakra felt honest, and open. None of the wary flickering I usually saw when people noticed my eyes or blindfold.

"Kazami," I offered. "Want to practice throws? I need to work on tracking moving objects."

Dad squeezed my shoulder - his silent way of asking if I was sure. I nodded. One person's chakra I could handle, especially someone who didn't treat me like I was strange.

"Just don't overdo it," Dad said, settling against a nearby tree to watch.

Kenji backed up, chakra bouncing with excitement. "Ready?"

I shifted my stance, focusing solely on his signature and the ball's residual energy. "Ready." 

We tossed the ball back and forth until Dad called out it was time to go. My eyes had only twinged twice - progress.

"Come on, I want to show you something special." Dad led me away from the park, up a winding path that curved around the village.

The climb brought us closer to the massive chakra signatures I'd noticed since I could first see. Four giant faces carved into the mountainside, each one holding traces of the countless jutsu used to shape them. The stone itself seemed to remember their touch.

"The Hokage Monument," Dad explained, finding us a spot to sit. "Every leader who's protected our village is honored here."

I traced the residual chakra patterns with my eyes. "The First Hokage's signature is still so strong." Green energy threaded through the rock like roots.

"Hashirama Senju. His Wood Style jutsu helped build Konoha from nothing." Dad pointed to the next face. "His brother Tobirama developed many of the jutsu we still use today."

"The Third's chakra feels... warm." I studied the weathered features.

"Lord Third led us through multiple wars, sacrificed everything for the village." Dad's voice softened. "The Fourth was my sensei."

The Fourth's face held traces of lightning-nature chakra, similar to Dad's own signature. "He looks kind."

"He was. Minato-sensei believed in protecting everyone, no matter the cost." Dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Each of them changed the world in their own way."

I leaned against him, watching how the setting sun painted the monument in golden light. These faces had watched over Konoha for generations, their legacy carved in stone.

"How do you leave a mark like that?" I wondered aloud. "Not just on a mountain, but on history?"

"Sometimes the biggest marks aren't visible at all." Dad squeezed my shoulder. "They're in the lives you touch, the people you protect." 

Suddenly my dad taps my head softly alright enough with the serious talk you're still a long way away from any of this stuff it's pretty late now I bet you're hungry aren't you he started rubbing my belly.

stop that I push his hand away and puff out my cheeks embarrassed. 

He just laughs. 

Steam curled up from the massive bowl Dad set in front of me, carrying scents that made my mouth water. Even through my blindfold, I could see the chakra signatures swirling through the broth - remnants of the care put into its preparation.

"First time?" The old man behind the counter leaned forward, his chakra warm and welcoming. "Your father here practically lived on this stuff when he was younger."

"Still do, Teuchi-san." Dad settled onto the stool beside me.

I picked up my chopsticks, studying how the noodles retained traces of the boiling water's energy. The toppings each held their own unique signature - the egg glowed softly, the pork radiated heat, the vegetables carried echoes of earth chakra.

"Well?" Teuchi watched expectantly as I took my first bite.

The flavors exploded across my tongue. The noodles were perfect, the broth rich and complex. I could taste the hours of careful preparation in every spoonful.

"It's amazing!" I dove in for another bite, barely pausing to breathe.

Teuchi laughed. "She's definitely your daughter, Kakashi. Same appetite for good ramen."

"Never thought I'd be sharing my favorite spot with a kid of my own." Dad ruffled my hair.

Three seats down, a flash of bright chakra caught my attention. A boy about my age sat hunched over his own bowl, his signature blazing like a miniature sun. The energy around him felt different - wild and untamed, yet somehow familiar. He slurped his noodles with single-minded focus, already working on what looked like his third bowl.

"Another regular," Teuchi said fondly, noticing my attention drift. "That boy could eat us out of business if we let him."

I turned back to my own bowl but kept sensing that unusual chakra signature in my peripheral vision. Something about it tugged at my awareness, but I couldn't place why.

"Can we come back tomorrow?" I asked Dad, scraping the last bits of broth from my bowl.

"Already hooked, huh?" He chuckled. "We'll see." 

Once we finish the food my dad picks me up and takes me out I wave goodbye to Teuchi-san bye I hope I'll be back soon

He just gives me a kind smile and 

On our way back home, my dad suddenly tells me something. 

Causing me I'm sad to see this but I'm sure you will be excited I think it's time I start to train you a little I'm sure with your telling you'll get the hang of it but I'm going to start this off earlier than I wanted to because of your unstable chakra.

Really yippy I say excited that I'm finally going to be able to train 

Don't get too excited now tomorrow I'm gonna wake you up as soon as the sun rises, he smiled at me with his one eye closed, but I couldn't feel happy about that. 

Wait Dad that's not fair please don't do this to me I complain shaking him, but he doesn't respond.

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Hey guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter by have a question for you see Kazami Love interest is going to be a OC of mine for this story my character is Sasuke's twin sister and I was planning to put them both on team 7 but I'm not sure anymore so please help me decide 

Vote- Both of them be on team seven 

Vote- they have their own team with someone else or just the two of them and the sensei is going to yamato