The Uchiha clan folks all knew Itachi as the young genius who'd awakened his two-tomoe Sharingan.
Thanks to Itachi keeping it on the down-low, nobody realized he'd hit three-tomoe yet—that was Makoto's little secret for now.
Makoto took the cake, though—popping his one-tomoe Sharingan at just two and a half. Freakish talent, mature beyond his years, IQ rivaling the Nara clan.
If he hadn't been "different" since babyhood, they'd probably suspect something was up and tie him down for a genjutsu interrogation.
Thinking that, Uchiha Yakumi gritted his teeth and stepped half a pace forward, throat bobbing as he laid it out straight-faced.
"Way I see it, to revive the clan, the clan head needs to pop out a few more kids—give us more prodigy seedlings..."
Fugaku Uchiha, parked at the head spot playing referee between hawks and doves, nearly choked on his own spit, brows knotting up tight.
Yakumi was his ride-or-die deputy, with fire in his belly for the clan—Fugaku couldn't just shut him down.
He instinctively rubbed his lower back, face screaming "not up for this," his usually stone-cold mug cracking with awkwardness...
Yakumi clocked the look and zipped it quick, but the hope in his eyes didn't fade a bit.
Thing is, since the Warring States era, Uchihas bred big brains like nobody's business—where there's a Madara, a Hashirama's bound to pop up.
"Clan head's got Sasuke too! Three prodigies in one family!!"
"Yeah, young master Sasuke's gotta be a genius!"
The chatter crashed over Sasuke like a wave—if he were there, his ego would be through the roof.
Even the clan elder twirled his mustache, thought it over, thumped his cane: "Bring Sasuke to the clan meeting—let everyone get a look."
With a few more like Makoto, Shisui, and Itachi? Clan'd be thriving in no time.
Fugaku eyed the fired-up crowd, flashed to Sasuke's usual showings.
Kid wasn't slacking—top-tier in the clan even—but next to Makoto and Itachi? Kinda average.
He sighed inwardly but didn't nix it.
Otherwise, they'd keep hounding him to crank out more kids—not cool. So, tough love for Sasuke it was—no bad rep on him, all for the boy's training.
Soon enough, Sasuke got the summons at home. Double-checked with the messenger—no Makoto invite.
Boom—chest out, chin sky-high like it could poke the clouds, tiny fists clenched.
Smug as heck on his tsundere face. So what if Makoto awakened early? Clan picks me! Clan meeting proves it.
Makoto calls him dumb sometimes? Nah, he's sharp as a tack.
If only he knew Makoto bailed on the meeting 'cause it was a waste of breath—turned down invites forever.
Sasuke waddled on short legs to Makoto's door—shut tight.
Super tsundere chin-up, babyish huff, didn't knock—didn't wanna wake him.
Took forever, then he扭ed off to the meeting hall, little feet clacking on the corridor. Gonna brag big when I get back.
Inside, Makoto wasn't sleeping—he was messing with Flying Thunder God, ignoring Sasuke. One-tomoe Sharingan spun half a turn in his pupil.
He chucked a kunai marked with succubus seal—whip of wind. Grinned at it.
Right as it hit the floor, faint space ripple like water, whoosh—he teleported beside it.
Clan meetings that went nowhere? Lame. Flying Thunder God? Way more fun.
Chakra was low, so long-range was iffy, but short hops? Perfect for grinding XP.
......
Sasuke barely stepped into the meeting hall, no seat yet, when questions smacked him cold...
Uchiha Tetsubi spotted him—boomed like thunder, right in his face.
"Young master Sasuke, you awakened your Sharingan yet?"
Sasuke's joy froze—face lit up red like a sun-baked apple, ears burning too.
Under all those stares, he wanted a hole to swallow him whole.
"Awakened... or not?" Tetsubi pressed, deadpan earnest, eyes locked. Clan folks—even the elder—were dying to know.
"Maybe... but probably not." Sasuke's voice mosquito-tiny, shame hitting hard—brain splitting left-right. Fingers twisted his shirt hem.
Uchiha Inabi jumped in, sly tease: "So, did ya or not?"
"Fine, I'll ask you!" Sasuke's voice shot up—like a kitten with its tail stepped on, neck craning, shame cranking his brain-melt into overdrive, head going all pointy.
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
"How old were you when you awakened yours?"
"... "
Clan folks watching Sasuke ramble—shoulders shaking holding back laughs. Even Fugaku's lip twitched, barely stifling it.
Elder eyed the babbling Sasuke, cloudy eyes flashing Frustrated—said zip.
Even a dummy's Uchiha blood. He waved Fugaku off with Sasuke, thumped cane heavy:
"Train Makoto right—this kid's our future. Hokage material!"
Sasuke heard that—brain-melt went nuclear...
Felt just like that "sunshine pole" Makoto teased him about—strut when skies clear. But it wasn't sunny, it was night—wahhh...
Fugaku nodded slight—he'd "train" Makoto good too. Kid nearly poked a hole in the sky today.
Don't school him now? Who knows what chaos tomorrow...