Naruto: Starting with Snatching the Mangekyō Sharingan

As time passed, Akira's spirit body gradually grew faint, while the orb of light before him slowly morphed into a humanoid form identical to his own.

Of course, compared to his original spirit body, this newly formed counterpart appeared much weaker and more fragile.

Soon, the process was complete. Akira reached out to his split body, infusing it with memories meticulously prepared in advance. He had modeled this doppelgänger's personality on Obito, striving to replicate his traits as closely as possible.

However, whether this new spirit would truly resemble Obito remained uncertain. After all, no two individuals are exactly the same—sometimes, luck plays a bigger role than effort.

With the personality and memories successfully imprinted, Akira began engraving layers of white seals across the doppelgänger's form. These seals would suppress the emerging consciousness, ensuring full control over this new entity.

"Better safe than sorry," he muttered as the final seal fell into place.

Reabsorbing the doppelgänger into his body, Akira flexed his limbs slightly, nodding with satisfaction.

"As expected, splitting my spirit significantly weakened my mental strength. Because of that, I can now refine less chakra than before," he murmured, noting the changes.

His original Sharingan had replaced the Kamui Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes, while the Kamui pair was now implanted into a clone of Senju Hashirama. This clone was his trump card, his assurance that his grand realistic play would succeed.

"I should head to Fugaku. I'll need his help for this next step," Akira thought, making his way toward the clan leader.

In Fugaku's study, the clan head regarded Akira with a stern expression.

"This plan of yours… isn't it a little too dangerous?"

"There's no other choice. My power has already reached its peak. This is the only way to break through that limit," Akira replied, shaking his head.

Fugaku frowned deeply. For the Uchiha, awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan was indeed the most reliable method to surpass one's limits.

"If anyone else in the clan proposed this, I'd stop them immediately. But you…" Fugaku hesitated, then continued, "You've already awakened a Mangekyō Sharingan before, even if only in one eye. That alone proves you have the potential. There's a real chance you could awaken them again."

His voice grew heavy with warning.

"Akira, have you truly thought this through? If you fail, your mind could collapse completely, leading to death."

"I've made up my mind," Akira nodded firmly. "For others, failure would mean death. But for me? Only the split spirit technique's doppelgänger would perish. I'll survive."

"Very well," Fugaku conceded. "If you're ready, we'll begin tonight. I'll ensure the training grounds are cleared of any interference."

"Tonight works," Akira agreed, determination flashing in his crimson eyes.

As night descended, the Uchiha clan's training ground lay silent, shrouded in an eerie stillness. The space was completely deserted—most of the clan members were preoccupied with their preparations for the looming coup.

It was here that the realistic play would begin.

"Wake up! Wake up, Akira!"

A chirping, fiery red bird flapped impatiently near Akira's face, rousing him from a deep sleep atop a boulder.

"Ugh, Guren, you're so annoying! I finally managed to fall asleep," Akira groaned, sitting up with a scowl. He waved his hand irritably at the bright bird.

Guren, his loyal summon and close companion, had a knack for disrupting his peace at the worst moments.

"No time for complaints! Your childhood friend Hanazuki and your sworn brother Shinichi are surrounded by Danzo's men!" Guren squawked, his comical voice tinged with urgency.

Akira's drowsiness evaporated instantly. "What? Where are they? What about Teacher Damo? How many are surrounding them?"

"Your teacher? He's been dispatched on a mission by the village—completely unavailable. As for those two, they're pinned down by dozens of Root members! The situation is dire!" Guren called, flapping above Akira.

"Root's elite? Damn it… Shinichi, you promised to protect Hanazuki!" Akira growled, his Sharingan flaring to life, the crimson glow reflecting his fury in the night.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" Akira shouted, tearing through the forest at breakneck speed.

"Hurry! They won't last much longer!" Guren screeched, fluttering alongside him.

Suddenly, a sweet, familiar figure appeared in Akira's vision, her soft smile and warm gaze stopping him in his tracks.

"What the—?" Akira shook his head violently. "No time for illusions—I'm almost there!"

The clash of blades and jutsu echoed through the forest. Akira's heart soared with hope as he recognized the sounds of battle ahead.

"I'm coming, Hanazuki! Shinichi!" he cried, breaking into a clearing.

But his triumphant shout caught in his throat.

Ten meters away, Shinichi, his best friend, stood with his blade buried in Hanazuki's chest, lightning chakra crackling around the weapon.

Akira froze, his mind screaming in disbelief.

"No… this can't be real…"

Hanazuki, the girl who had been his light in the darkness, coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips as her body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

"NO!" Akira howled, his anguish ripping through the air as he fell to his knees. The sight shattered him.

An overwhelming, icy chakra erupted from his body, and blood-red tears streamed from his eyes. His Sharingan spun wildly, the tomoe merging into a new, intricate pattern.

In that instant, the Mangekyō Sharingan awakened once more.

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