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Naruto: Uchiha Shiroge Rebellion
Yohei's family training ground.
The moment they clashed, Yohei's father, Shoyo, immediately sensed something was wrong. The pressure was overwhelming. His Sharingan felt suppressed.
That feeling was familiar—something he'd only experienced back when he still had one or two tomoe. Once he reached three tomoe, it had never happened again.
He looked into Yohei's eyes. Three tomoe, no mistake. Shoyo frowned. If he didn't know Yohei was terrible at genjutsu, he might've thought he was already caught in an illusion.
The suppression didn't just weaken the Sharingan itself. Uchiha relied heavily on their eyes. Without them, most could only bring out half their true strength.
And Shoyo was exactly that type of Uchiha.
So when Yohei forced him back in just a few moves, the training ground fell completely silent. Both of them stood there stunned, neither fully understanding what had just happened.
Shoyo refused to accept it. He launched several more attacks, but Yohei handled them all effortlessly.
Slowly, Yohei's lips curled into a smirk. Maybe it was years of being dominated by his father. Maybe fighting him reminded him of training Obito. Or maybe something in his brain just short-circuited.
Whatever the reason, Yohei got cocky. He started running his mouth exactly like he did when he trained Obito.
"Hey, Dad, that's not gonna work. You're gonna have to put in more effort."
"No good. That strike should've been lower."
"Dad, your taijutsu feels so weak. Did you skip breakfast or something?"
The more he talked, the more excited he got. He was fully in "teacher mode," every word poking straight at his father's pride.
Finally—
"Enough!"
The furious roar snapped Yohei out of his trance. He looked at his father's face, now dark with rage, and felt a chill run down his spine.
Oh no. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I say all that?
"Dad, I—I didn't mean it like that—" Yohei stammered, shrinking back.
"Didn't mean it? So you did it on purpose?" Shoyo stepped forward one heavy step at a time, his killing intent rising with each movement.
"N-No—Dad—spare me!" Yohei started shouting for help, desperately hoping his mother would hear and come save him.
It was useless.
Shoyo grabbed Yohei by the ear and yanked hard.
"AAAAHHH! I'm dying! I'm actually dying!" Yohei screamed like a pig being slaughtered. He didn't even dare struggle, just stood on his tiptoes trying to relieve the pain.
Shoyo wasn't done. He kept twisting the ear while kicking Yohei's butt repeatedly.
"How's that? Enough power for you? Want me to use more?"
The beating lasted a full ten minutes before Yohei's mother finally stepped in and stopped it.
From that moment on, Shoyo looked at his son with pure disgust.
"That little brat's wings have gotten too strong," he muttered later. "He thinks he's hot shit now. Needs to be taught a lesson so he remembers who his father is."
That night, in their bedroom, Shoyo suddenly spoke.
"Yohei's Sharingan… something's wrong with it."
His wife, Mika, blinked in confusion, thinking he was still angry about the spar.
"Sweetheart, it's a good thing our son beat you. It means you raised a strong successor. Why are you still mad?"
Shoyo gave her a flat look. "Do I look that petty? I'm serious. Yohei's eyes are not normal."
Mika sat up, now fully alert. "What do you mean?"
"You know how higher-grade Sharingan suppress lower ones, right? Today I felt that suppression coming from Yohei's eyes. That's not possible."
Shoyo was genuinely confused. He was a jonin, but not part of the clan's inner circle. Most of what he knew about the Sharingan was just rumors.
"I heard there's a higher form beyond three tomoe," Mika said slowly. "Like the eyes Madara Uchiha used to have. Do you think Yohei might have…"
The more she spoke, the more impossible it sounded. That kind of power hadn't appeared in the clan since Madara and his brother.
Shoyo's eyes widened as the pieces clicked. No ordinary jonin in the clan could've suppressed him like that with their Sharingan.
He jumped out of bed, excitement replacing confusion. Like most Uchiha, he craved power. He started pacing, ready to go confront Yohei right then and there.
But every time he reached the door, he stopped.
After struggling for a long time, he finally sighed and lay back down.
"Forget it. Children have their own destinies. If he doesn't want to tell us, he must have his reasons. I won't force it."
Mika watched him quietly. She didn't push or argue. Once he made his decision, she simply lay down beside him.
"Yohei may act like an idiot sometimes," she said softly, "but he's never been careless about the important things. We should trust him."
A quiet "Mm" was the only reply.
The room fell silent.
The next day—his third day back—Yohei finally experienced the consequences of his stupidity.
He had hoped his father would cool off after one day. He was wrong.
Shoyo walked around with a permanent scowl. Even his mother was affected and barely spoke to him. The whole house felt suffocating.
By the fourth day, Yohei couldn't take it anymore. He used "training" as an excuse and fled the house.
At that exact moment, Taiichi had just finished his morning routine and was about to head out to buy materials for more sealing tags.
He planned to finish them by afternoon, then start improving Flying Thunder God. If he could get it done before his next mission, Nonou and the others would finally have proper protection.
After visiting several shops, Taiichi finally gathered everything he needed. Thanks to the war, the prices had gone up by twenty percent. The shopkeepers also checked his ninja ID before letting him buy.
Sighing at how the war was affecting even daily life, Taiichi turned to head home.
The second he turned around, he spotted a familiar figure in the distance—looking like a lost, miserable dog.
Yohei? What the hell happened to him? He looks like he got kicked out of the house.
Curiosity won. Taiichi quickly caught up and started following him from a short distance.
Yohei walked like a zombie, wandering aimlessly with zero awareness of his surroundings.
Taiichi couldn't hold back anymore. He slapped a hand on Yohei's shoulder.
"Yohei!"
Yohei jumped, spun around—and the moment he saw Taiichi, his eyes actually started watering.
Taiichi froze. What the—? I didn't even hit him that hard!
He grabbed Yohei by the arm and body-flickered them both onto a rooftop, heading straight for his house. Yohei didn't resist. He just let himself be dragged along.
Once inside, Taiichi sat Yohei down in the courtyard and ran to get him a glass of water.
"Spill it. What the hell happened? You don't look like a ninja right now."
Taiichi was starting to understand why Yohei's Mangekyō had awakened so easily. Hard work was one thing, but this guy's emotions were ridiculously sensitive. Every little thing hit him hard.
After a long silence, Yohei finally calmed down enough to explain everything—how he'd gotten cocky during the spar with his father and started trash-talking him exactly like he did with Obito.
He didn't even try to hide how stupid he'd been.
Taiichi stared at him like he was looking at an idiot.
How brain-dead do you have to be to talk to your own father the same way you talk to your cousin?
He let out a long sigh.
"Do you even know that higher-grade Sharingan naturally suppress lower-grade ones?"
Yohei blinked blankly and shook his head.
He really didn't know. Back when he was weaker, maybe he'd felt it. But once his power grew, that feeling disappeared. No one had ever explained it to him.
To be fair, Yohei's growth had been ridiculous. In just over three years he'd reached jonin-level physical strength and awakened the Mangekyō. Even in the entire village, he was a true genius.
A lot of basic knowledge had simply been skipped over because he advanced so fast.
Taiichi rubbed his forehead and started explaining properly.
"When you use your Sharingan, if you don't consciously hold back, the ocular power leaks out. Regular shinobi won't notice, but anyone with a lower-grade Sharingan will feel suppressed. Their eyes and even their overall strength get weakened."
Yohei wasn't stupid. Once Taiichi explained it, everything clicked.
"You mean… my dad felt that from me?"
"Exactly. Even if he's not completely sure yet, he's definitely suspicious now."
Yohei still looked confused. "Then why is he still so cold to me?"
Taiichi gave him a deadpan stare.
"How much of an idiot do you have to be to treat your own father the same way you treat Obito? The fact that he didn't kill you on the spot means he has amazing self-control."
Yohei smacked his own leg. "I'm such an idiot!"
He immediately started slapping his own face in frustration.
Taiichi's forehead twitched. This guy really is something else.
"Anyway, since your parents already suspect something and chose to cover for you, you should just tell them the truth. But make sure it doesn't spread. And learn to control your ocular power so it doesn't leak out anymore."
Yohei nodded seriously. "I will."
He stood up, ready to leave. "Thanks, Taiichi. I'm going home to fix this."
"Wait." Taiichi stopped him. "I'll get something for you."
He disappeared into the house and came back a minute later holding a pendant.
"Here. Wear this. It's for protection."
It was the completed Multi-String Light Formation sealing tag, now strung on a cord like a necklace.
Yohei took it carefully. He remembered the last sealing tag Taiichi had given him—it had saved his life once before.
"This is an upgraded version of the one I gave you before. It can temporarily trap an average jonin. You already know how to use it."
Yohei immediately hung it around his neck and patted his chest.
"Thanks, man."
Without another word, he turned and left.
Taiichi watched him go, then turned back inside to continue his work.
Thanks to his first success, making the next two sealing tags went smoothly. By noon he had finished both.
One for Nonou. One for Saori.
His first goal was complete.