This was Akira's first true attempt at using the power of the three-tomoe Sharingan.
And the result—
Exceeded his expectations.
"So this is the power of three tomoe… better than I thought."
A special chakra surged continuously from within him.
It flowed directly into his Sharingan—
Allowing him to cast genjutsu and control his opponents.
At that moment—
The Mist Jonin under Akira's control—
After killing his own comrade—
Turned and attacked others.
One after another—
He slaughtered five or six of his allies—
Before finally breaking free from the illusion.
Looking at the blood on his hands—
His expression twisted in shock and fury.
He spun around, glaring at Akira—
But before he could even speak—
A kunai pierced straight through his heart.
"Down you go."
Akira showed no hesitation.
And immediately locked onto his next target.
He hunted only Jonin.
With a flash—
He vanished, leaving two kunai embedded in the ground.
The enemy's attack missed—
And Akira appeared behind another target.
"…Not good!"
The Mist Jonin sensed danger—
But before he could react—
A chill swept across his neck.
His eyes widened in terror.
He looked down—
And saw Akira smiling, holding a bloodstained kunai.
Then—
Another stab.
"AAAH—!"
The Jonin screamed in agony.
His face twisted in absolute fear.
Fear of death.
But in reality—
He had never been touched.
Everything he felt—
Was genjutsu.
His real body stood frozen, drenched in cold sweat.
But Akira's goal—
Was never just fear.
"I'm doing this to reduce casualties on my side."
"You understand, right?"
"You won't blame me… will you?"
As he spoke—
He drove the kunai into the enemy's heart.
This time—
It was real.
Another Jonin fell.
Akira moved on.
With his newly awakened three-tomoe Sharingan—
His heightened perception—
And a Body Flicker rivaling even Shisui—
He became a ghost on the battlefield.
Within a vast stretch of forest—
He moved like a storm.
In mere moments—
More than twenty Mist ninja fell by his hand.
The pressure on the Uchiha eased.
They began to counterattack.
Meanwhile—
The enemy finally realized something was wrong.
Fear spread.
Morale collapsed.
"What's wrong with that kid?! Is he Shisui?!"
"No—he's not Shisui!"
"Another Uchiha with terrifying speed!"
"I heard him say his name—Uchiha Akira!"
"He's too strong! Abort the mission! Retreat!!"
"Or we'll all die here!!"
The remaining Mist ninja—
Panicked—
And fled in all directions.
The battered Uchiha clan—
Did not let the opportunity slip.
They gave chase.
Tekka and Inabi among them.
Only Yashiro noticed—
Akira didn't move.
"You're not going after them?"
"Anyone strong enough is already dead."
"The rest aren't worth my time."
Yashiro: "…"
He stared at Akira—
At a loss for words—
Then turned and chased after the others.
Once most had left—
Akira slowly looked around.
His Sharingan faded—
Returning to normal.
But deep in his eyes—
A trace of sorrow flickered.
Any normal person would feel it—
Standing in a battlefield like hell.
"War really is cruel…"
"The Uchiha who died here…"
"They probably never even realized they were being used…"
He thought silently.
He had already noticed—
The traces of Water Release overwhelming Fire Release.
The scorched areas were limited—
Meaning water had dominated the battlefield.
The lingering mist in the forest confirmed it.
Mist ninja thrived in fog—
While their enemies struggled.
That—
Was why the Uchiha had been pushed back so badly.
"Thank you."
A voice came from behind.
Akira turned—
And saw a boy, around eleven or twelve.
The boy had bandages wrapped around his head.
A deep scar ran across his cheek.
"Thank you for saving us."
The boy met his gaze.
"What's your name?"
Akira asked.
"Uchiha Twelve."
"…Twelve…"
Akira repeated softly.
That meant—
At least twelve siblings.
But looking around—
No family remained.
"An eleven-year-old… alone on the battlefield…"
Akira's chest tightened.
His expression grew serious.
"Does it hurt?"
He asked gently.
The boy shook his head.
"My face… I can't feel it anymore."
"My arm too…"
Akira noticed—
The boy's right arm hung limp.
He checked it—
Then sighed faintly.
"The nerve damage from the wound…"
"It's affecting both your face and your arm…"
"Oh…"
"Will it heal later?"
The boy asked innocently.
That question—
Hit Akira hard.
He didn't know how to answer.
Nerve damage—
Was irreversible.
Even Tsunade might not be able to fix it.
At that moment—
Akira made a silent vow.
He would end this war—
And change the fate of the Uchiha forever.