Kakashi stood beneath the shade of a tall tree, arms crossed, watching as Sasuke shifted impatiently. The Uchiha's sharp eyes were locked onto him, expectant, eager—waiting for something truly worthy of his effort. Kakashi sighed, already sensing the frustration and arrogance radiating from the kid like a second chakra nature. Teaching Sasuke anything was like taming a wild hawk—high potential, absolutely no patience.
"Alright, Sasuke," Kakashi drawled, lifting a single hand. Lightning crackled in his palm, the air around them buzzing with raw electricity. "Today, I'm teaching you a technique that only a select few can master." The distinct chirping sound of the Chidori filled the clearing, small arcs of energy flickering along the ground.
Sasuke's smirk twitched as he took in the sheer power of the technique. The way the energy pulsed, concentrated into a razor-thin edge of destruction. He wasn't about to admit it, but he was impressed.
"That…" he muttered, arms crossed. "That's useful."
Kakashi deactivated the jutsu, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "Powerful, yes. But there's a downside," he said, glancing at Sasuke's stance. "It requires speed. If you can't land a clean hit, you'll leave yourself wide open."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. The last thing he wanted was a technique that came with a fatal flaw. But then again, every technique had weaknesses. It was just a matter of making sure his opponent's weaknesses were bigger.
"I'll get faster," Sasuke said simply, cracking his knuckles.
Kakashi smiled under his mask. "I was hoping you'd say that."
For the next few hours, Sasuke trained relentlessly, adjusting his movements, refining his speed. He could already form the Chidori, but getting it to actually connect was another story. No matter how fast he moved, there was always a moment of vulnerability.
That was unacceptable.
His mind raced through possible solutions, analyzing weaknesses, countermeasures. And then—it clicked.
Sasuke straightened, his breath steady. "I need something that freezes my opponent before I even strike."
Kakashi raised a brow. "Oh? And what's your solution?"
Sasuke thought back—his entire life, people had reacted to him in the same way. Whenever he glared at someone, their body tensed, their movements slowed. Even the strongest shinobi, if only for a fraction of a second, hesitated.
"What if…" Sasuke murmured to himself, his Sharingan flickering to life. "What if I turn my brooding stare into an actual attack?"
Kakashi frowned. "Your what now?"
Sasuke ignored him, already focusing.
He molded his chakra, **channeling Chidori's electric current not just into his palm—but into his entire presence. Electricity buzzed along his skin, shifting subtly to his gaze. His normally intense Uchiha stare became something far more… unnatural.
He tested it on a passing bird.
The bird stopped mid-flight, shrieked, then nose-dived into a bush.
He tested it on a shinobi passing through the area.
The shinobi instantly seized up, whimpered, and bolted in the opposite direction.
Sasuke smirked.
"Perfect."
Kakashi, watching this absolute madness unfold, just rubbed his temples.
"Sasuke," he started, so very tired. "What exactly… did you just do?"
Sasuke crossed his arms, exuding confidence. "Enhancing my intimidation factor."
Kakashi sighed deeply. "Most people just train their reflexes."
Sasuke smirked. "That's too basic. This ensures my opponent never moves in the first place."
Kakashi dragged a hand down his face. "I don't know if you're a genius or an idiot."
Sasuke tilted his head. "Does it look cool?"
Kakashi groaned. "Unfortunately… yes."
Later that evening, as Kakashi was debating his life choices, he tossed a scroll at Sasuke.
"Read this," he ordered. "Then take a short test. It's basic interrogation tactics. If you're going to be a shinobi, you need to handle questioning."
Sasuke caught the scroll. His entire body stiffened.
"A… test?"
A distant, horrific memory resurfaced.
Sasuke stood frozen, staring at the scroll like it contained a death sentence. His breath quickened. His hand trembled.
His brain went blank.
His vision blurred.
And then—
His Sharingan evolved.
For a brief, shining moment, his one-tomoe Sharingan shifted—nearly completing its next stage.
And then—
His own Brooding Lightning Stare backfired.
Electricity surged through his face.
Sasuke yelped, his body flinging itself backward as he crashed into a tree. A second later, he coughed up blood.
Kakashi stared.
Silence.
Sasuke groaned weakly.
"I… I wasn't prepared for this test."
Kakashi, still processing what just happened, knelt beside him. He poked him with a stick.
"Are you dying? Because this is honestly embarrassing."
Sasuke glared. "I hate studying."
Kakashi sighed. "And here I thought you were maturing."
Sasuke ignored him, still lying on the ground, glaring at the cursed scroll that had betrayed him.
Later that night, Kakashi sat outside, staring up at the sky.
He sighed.
"This kid just invented a technique purely for aesthetic intimidation, and almost unlocked a new level of his Sharingan out of fear of a pop quiz."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Itachi, wherever you are… your brother is a special kind of mess."
Closing his book, he shook his head.
This generation was going to be a problem.
Join my patreon today to read up to chapter 365 in advance your support is my inspiration join for only 3 to 5$
Patreon.com/everstone