Family System In Naruto

Boom!

When Yuhara's blade sliced across Kakashi's neck, a muffled thud and puff of smoke followed—only for a severed log to hit the ground.

Yuhara wasn't surprised. He turned, spotting Kakashi reappearing not far off, and casually flicked the blood from his blade.

In the next instant, his chakra flared, and he once again shot toward Kakashi with insane speed—so fast even Yuhara wasn't fully used to it himself.

"Guess I still need time to adjust. I've been so caught up drafting reforms I slacked on training."

He swung at Kakashi mid-thought. "I'm almost as fast as Shisui now, though still not quite there when he's going all out."

Shisui was always a speedster, his Body Flicker Technique top-tier. Yuhara wondered if Shisui's Mangekyō was speed-biased.

Otherwise, how the hell was he so much faster despite having weaker chakra?

Maybe he had it wrong—maybe the jutsu granted by the eyes weren't tied to the eye's 'bias,' but to the user's mental state at awakening. And the eye's bias? Possibly based on the user's combat habits.

That would explain why Sasuke had insane chakra compared to Itachi, but still wasn't that fast—he got dunked on by Killer Bee in swordplay, after all.

Yet when he switched eyes later, he moved fast enough to match Kyuubi-Mode Naruto.

"So maybe the eternal eyes failing to merge for others was due to mismatch in combat styles."

And since Yuhara had boosted his physical prowess, his own eyes were slowly evolving too.

While pondering this, he didn't let up on his assault.

Kakashi was strong, but that Sharingan drained him hard—especially now, five years before canon events, when he hadn't mastered it.

And with Yuhara's new speed, Kakashi couldn't pose a serious threat.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Metal rang out as Yuhara's attacks danced around Kakashi, whose Sharingan spun wildly, struggling to keep up.

Kakashi couldn't find an opening for jutsu—every attempt to create space was instantly shut down.

He was overwhelmed.

Yuhara's data said he used to rely on ninjutsu—his Fire Style especially was formidable. But months ago, he'd suddenly shown mastery in swordsmanship—taking out guys like Raiga.

Kakashi had seen it—he was impressed, though back then Yuhara was still kind of slow.

But now? That speed was on a whole different level.

"I can't keep this up…"

Every time he tried to retreat, Yuhara instantly closed the gap.

What's worse—Yuhara's rhythm was improving with each strike.

This guy had taken out Danzo in front of the whole village. This wasn't someone to mess with.

Boom!

Another Substitution Jutsu—Kakashi escaped just in time.

But he knew Yuhara could probably see through every move with those eyes, so he immediately started weaving hand signs.

Too slow.

Yuhara was on him again, in less than a second.

"Space-time ninjutsu?"

It looked like Minato's speed, but now Yuhara had it.

Vmmm!

Yuhara's eyes turned to Mangekyō.

Kakashi was hit with a sudden wave of energy—his head pounded—and then everything went black.

"…What…?"

When he came to, Kakashi's eyes widened.

Before him lay a silver-haired man—stabbed through the abdomen, bleeding out.

"No…"

He reached out, instinctively trying to touch the man—but space warped again.

Now he stood on a street at dusk, surrounded by whispers and glares.

"That's that guy's son, isn't it?"

"Yeah, that bastard abandoned his mission during the war. Cost us dearly."

"He deserved to die. Suicide was too kind."

"That kind of trash should rot in hell."

Kakashi clenched his fists. He knew he was in a genjutsu—but it still tore at him.

This was his childhood.

"What the hell is he doing to me…"

Space twisted again.

Moonlight shone on the corpses of Minato and Kushina—Naruto handed to Hiruzen.

Then came Naruto, walking alone under the night sky.

"Shut the door—that's the Nine-Tails kid!"

"What's that monster doing out this late? Buzzkill."

"They should've just killed the damn brat."

That tiny back—so much like his own. But the hatred Naruto faced was even worse.

Kakashi's heart froze.

This was his teacher's son—the last legacy of a hero.

He wanted to shout that, to defend Naruto—but no words came.

"Woken up yet?"

The voice echoed through the genjutsu. Kakashi recognized it instantly.

Yuhara stood beside him, calm, watching the scene.

"You're awake now. Your eyes and mine are worlds apart. It's not just power—you can't see through the fog."

Kakashi stayed silent.

Yuhara didn't mind. He smiled faintly, and the illusion shifted again.

Now it was dusk. Two lonely figures—young Kakashi and Naruto—walking in parallel down the street.

Both burdened by whispered hatred, by cold stares.

"You ever wonder why your father was dragged down by public opinion?" Yuhara asked, pointing at the silhouettes.

"Just like how no one ever talks about Naruto's parentage. Why the secrecy?"

"His public image was shaped deliberately—just like ours, the Uchiha's. Starting to see the pattern?"

Kakashi stiffened. He had thought about these things… but never put them all together.

"Your father could've become Hokage. But crushed by slander, he took his own life.

Naruto is the Fourth's son. Being a Jinchūriki doesn't explain hiding that."

"In that hostile environment, how could he not grow to hate the village?

Yet just a little warmth… and he'd remember it forever."

"The Uchiha had issues, sure—but why was it that others' crimes were pinned on us, without real investigation?"

"They created the narrative. Fueled the resentment. Drove our clan to desperation."

Yuhara paused, then added:

"I said earlier you could proudly tell Obito you honored his eye."

"But could you look your father in the eye and say you saw all this… and did nothing?"

"Could you smile at your teacher and explain what kind of life his son had?"

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