Arata gave a small smile.
"You couldn't—but I could."
He met Kakashi's eyes with quiet sincerity.
"At that time, I had no choice.
The technique I used is deeply tied to the Uchiha clan's secrets. If that information were exposed, it could put my entire clan at risk.
That's why I had to knock you out.....to use the jutsu safely without revealing it."
Of course, that wasn't the whole truth.
In reality, with his chakra reserves and arsenal of jutsu,
Arata could have fought their way out without using any secret technique.
But that would've caused unnecessary chaos.....and besides, knocking Kakashi out had allowed him to copy Kamui. A clean victory on all fronts.
Kakashi listened, expression unreadable. He understood the logic.
Mission came first. Still, the thought of being struck down by a comrade left a bitter taste.
Seeing his silence, Arata decided to offer a peace token.
"Kakashi-senpai, while you were unconscious, I noticed something concerning about you. Would you like to hear it?"
Kakashi's grip on his kunai tightened slightly. His voice was low and guarded.
"...Is it about my left eye? The Sharingan?"
Arata nodded.
"So you've felt it too. Don't misunderstand—I didn't tamper with it.
Once the Uchiha gave you that eye, we never intended to take it back. I was only curious, so I examined it briefly."
Kakashi's shoulders dropped a fraction, his eyes dimming.
That Sharingan... was a gift from his fallen comrade,
Uchiha Obito—a friend he believed buried forever beneath the rubble of war.
Arata paused before continuing, his tone calm but serious.
"When I examined your eye, I noticed something strange.
Even while you were unconscious, the Sharingan remained active. That shouldn't be possible.
My guess is, since you don't possess Uchiha blood, your body can't suppress its activation."
He hesitated, then added,
"And there's something else I found... something truly shocking.
If the rest of the Uchiha clan learned of it, it could cause an uproar."
The night wind whispered through the trees, carrying the faint crackle of the fire in the distance.
Kakashi's lone Sharingan glimmered faintly in the dark.....waiting for the revelation that might change everything.
Uchiha Arata thought for a long moment before deciding to tell Kakashi the truth...that the Sharingan implanted in his left eye wasn't an ordinary one, but a Mangekyō Sharingan.
After all, even if he kept it secret, Kakashi would eventually discover it himself once he had synchronized enough with the eye. So why not let him know earlier?
Arata's lips curved slightly. He wanted to see how the story of this world would change if Kakashi learned the truth ahead of time.
The world had already grown chaotic because of his interference...one more ripple wouldn't matter.
And besides, he was genuinely curious: if Kakashi mastered Kamui, the Mangekyō's unique ability, could they perhaps drag Uchiha Obito out of the shadows years ahead of schedule?
The thought alone made Arata's eyes glimmer with expectation for the future.
He turned toward Kakashi, his expression growing serious.
"Kakashi-senpai," he began solemnly, "I'm sure you've already noticed that your Sharingan behaves differently.
Because you don't possess Uchiha blood, you can't deactivate it.
It's consuming your chakra constantly...every second, every breath.
That's why your strength grows so slowly, and why your chakra reserves remain low.
Against tougher enemies, this weakness leaves you dangerously vulnerable."
Arata paused, meeting Kakashi's gaze directly.
"If you insist on keeping that eye, it will greatly affect your future.
The odds of you ever reaching the Kage level will be slim.
Even if you somehow make it, you'll remain at the very bottom among the elite."
Kakashi closed his eyes in quiet pain. Even though he had mentally prepared himself, facing such a harsh reality still struck deep.
To become stronger—that was every shinobi's dream. But now, he had to make an impossible choice
Should he keep Obito's legacy, even if it chained his growth forever?
Or should he give up that eye, abandon the memory of his fallen comrade, and return to his roots....to the blade and discipline he once mastered?
For a long while, the only sound between them was the whisper of wind.
Then Kakashi lifted his hand, touching the eye under his forehead protector. His voice came out hoarse, but firm.
"I choose to keep Obito's Sharingan. I don't believe one eye can decide my limits.
Even if it costs me my future strength, I'll never regret carrying what he left behind."
Arata smiled faintly. He had known Kakashi would say that.
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