Training 2

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold. Huo Yuhao stood at the center of the clearing, his breath steady but his heart pounding in anticipation. He could feel the Mangekyo Sharingan thrumming within him, a presence both familiar and foreign. Today, he would take the first step in mastering it.

Huo Ye stood before him, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "Tell me, what do you see?"

Yuhao hesitated before activating his Mangekyo. The moment his vision shifted, the world around him changed. The light of the rising sun seemed sharper, the movements of the trees slowed, and he could see every detail in perfect clarity. But beneath that, there was something more—a pulse, an unseen force woven into reality itself.

"Everything is... clearer," Yuhao murmured. "But also strange. I can see things I couldn't before. Patterns in the air, movements before they happen..."

Huo Ye nodded. "That is the power of the Sharingan's perception. But it is merely the surface. The true test is not in seeing—but in understanding."

Yuhao swallowed. "What do I need to do?"

Huo Ye raised a single finger. "Dodge."

Before Yuhao could react, the attack came. A blur of motion—Huo Ye's figure disappeared and reappeared beside him, a sweeping strike aimed for his ribs. Instinct screamed at him, and Yuhao twisted, barely avoiding the blow. But before he could recover, another strike followed, faster than the first.

Pain erupted through his side as he was sent tumbling across the clearing.

Coughing, Yuhao struggled to rise. He had seen it. He had known the attack was coming. But his body had failed to react in time.

Huo Ye stood over him. "Seeing is not enough. Your body must learn to follow your vision without hesitation. Again."

Gritting his teeth, Yuhao activated his Mangekyo once more. The spar continued, each exchange pushing him closer to his limits. Each time he dodged faster, moved smoother. His vision became his weapon, his instincts sharpening with each strike.

Yet, it was not perfect. The pain of his new power pulsed behind his eyes, a reminder of the cost of wielding the Mangekyo Sharingan.

By midday, he collapsed to his knees, breath ragged. His Sharingan flickered, then faded. He had nothing left to give.

Huo Ye watched him in silence before finally speaking. "You improved. But improvement is not mastery. The Mangekyo will continue to test you, and if you are not careful, it will consume you. Learn to balance its power, or you will be destroyed by it."

Yuhao clenched his fists. "I won't let it control me. I will master it."

A small smirk crossed Huo Ye's lips. "Good. Then rest. Tomorrow, we will begin again."

As Yuhao lay back, exhaustion washing over him, he felt something new—an ember of confidence, a belief that for the first time, he was truly walking the path to strength.

Tomorrow would come. And he would be ready.