Chapter 5: The Calm Before the Storm

Tanaka's Room.

While thinking what happened earlier, he Tried Activating his eyes.

Is this how Gojo see the world around him? It's truly fascinating how this Chakra or energy floating in the air and I guess I'm quite lucky that my eyes is not always turn on. I can't imagine what would happen to me if this eyes can't turn off or deactivate.

As he was looking at flow of Chakra around him and being mesmerized on it, he felt fatigued and decided to turn it off and go to sleep, but...

W-what is going on!? W-why I can't turn it of?!! Did my eyes hear me from what I just said earlier?!

After thirty minutes of finding a solution his body can't take it anymore due to fatigue and headaches and made fall in his bed unconscious.

While being Unconscious his body from head to toe started to glow faintly.

His Infinite Mirror Eyes had awakened during a fitful night two years ago, yet he had kept them hidden, unsure of the full extent of their powers. The combination of the *Six Eyes* and the *Sharingan* granted him incredible perception—chakra flows were as visible as the wind in the trees, jutsu patterns almost tangible before they even formed. Still, even after two years, he wasn't fully aware of their capabilities.

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The morning sun cast long shadows over Konoha's Academy grounds as Itsuki stepped forward for his sparring match. His gait was measured, calm, a stark contrast to the younger students around him. He'd been here for only a few months, but his presence had already sparked curiosity. He was different—not just because of his white hair and sharp features, but because he carried himself with a certain detachment, like someone far older.

The other students—Naruto, Sasuke, and the rest—had been attending the Academy for two years already, which made Itsuki stand out even more as a latecomer. He noticed their eyes on him, especially Sasuke's sharp gaze, analyzing his every move. The last of the Uchiha, still unaware of the full tragedy that awaited him, was already becoming a prodigy. Itsuki knew the boy would be watching him closely today, especially given the whispers of his unusual talent.

While he was thinking what happened last night and why he's infinite Mirror eyes can't be turn off anymore and why he didn't feel fatigued or headache while he's eyes being active.

Thank god the The Six Tomoe's circling in my pupils can be hidden, if not I will be in big trouble. I don't want to be question by Uchiha and looked at me as rare species since my eyes has six tomoe instead of three. Especially that Danzo!

"Tanaka, you're up!" Iruka-sensei called out, motioning for him to enter the sparring circle. His voice carried authority, but Itsuki sensed the undercurrent of curiosity. Even Iruka was still unsure about him. The boy who had joined the Academy late, yet carried the air of someone with years of experience.

*Unknown to him that night his body started to adjust and adopt to his eyes and making his Eyes awaken it's other abilities.

Itsuki stepped into the ring, his expression neutral. Across from him stood Ryota, a tall boy who had been a standout in physical prowess. Ryota grinned, cracking his knuckles, clearly eager to face the new kid who had been quiet and reserved during most of their sessions.

"Hope you're ready," Ryota taunted, a typical attempt to throw him off balance.

Itsuki said nothing in return, his face unreadable. He focused, letting his eyes do what they did best—absorb, analyze, predict. Ryota's chakra, his stance, even the slight twitch in his muscles as he prepared to move, were all laid bare before Itsuki's gaze.

The match began with a simple call from Iruka. Ryota wasted no time, launching himself forward with surprising speed for a student, aiming to land a quick jab at Itsuki's midsection.

To the others, it might have seemed fast, but Itsuki saw everything before it happened. His *Infinite Mirror Eyes* tracked the flow of Ryota's chakra, the way his feet shifted, the angle of his fist. It wasn't just prediction—it was like he had already seen the fight play out in his mind.

With a fluid motion, Itsuki sidestepped the punch, his body moving with the precision of someone who had already rehearsed the moment. Ryota's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could recover, Itsuki had closed the distance between them, placing a hand on Ryota's wrist and twisting gently but firmly. With a simple pivot of his foot, Ryota was thrown off balance, landing with a thud on the ground.

The crowd of students gasped in surprise. Ryota scrambled back to his feet, eyes narrowed now, his earlier bravado replaced with frustration.

"Lucky shot," Ryota muttered, forming a few quick hand seals.

*So he's going to try a jutsu… Itsuki thought, his eyes locking onto Ryota's hands.

Ryota inhaled deeply, his chakra gathering into his throat before releasing a fireball—*Fireball Jutsu,* one of the basic elemental techniques taught at the Academy. It shot toward Itsuki in a wave of heat and light, fast enough to surprise any normal opponent.

But to Itsuki, it was as if the jutsu moved in slow motion. His eyes could see the chakra weaving through Ryota's body, the exact flow of energy that powered the jutsu. And in the same instant, Itsuki's hands moved, almost without thought, forming the same seals in perfect synchrony.

A fireball erupted from his own mouth, mirroring Ryota's, but faster, more controlled. The two fireballs collided in mid-air with a burst of flames and smoke, leaving the audience stunned into silence.

"How…?" Ryota stammered, his confidence shaken. "How did you—"

Itsuki remained silent, his heart steady, though even he was surprised at the ease with which he'd copied the technique. It was the first time he had tested his *Infinite Mirror Eyes* in such a direct way, and the results were undeniable. Not only had he perfectly copied Ryota's jutsu, but he had also improved upon it.

The instructor, Iruka, stepped in to stop the match, his eyes fixed on Itsuki with an expression that bordered on suspicion. "That's enough for today."

The murmurs from the other students grew louder as they processed what had just happened. Naruto, of course, was vocal about it. "How'd you do that, huh?! You've got some kind of trick up your sleeve, don't you?!"

Sasuke, on the other hand, remained silent, his gaze sharp and calculating. His own Sharingan hadn't yet awakened, but something in Itsuki's movements must have triggered a sense of familiarity in him.

I'm just lucky and I'm already practicing it since I was on Orphanage.

Itsuki didn't care for the attention. He had already begun to walk away from the training ground, his thoughts focused inward. The match had revealed something important—his eyes could replicate jutsu perfectly, as if they were mirrors reflecting the world around him.

But there was still more to understand, more to uncover. His eyes weren't just tools—they were evolving. And deep down, Itsuki knew that this was only the beginning of what he would discover.

As he left the grounds, he silently resolved to master this power, not for anyone's expectations or desires, but for himself. He wasn't here to be a hero, and he wasn't here to be a villain. His path would be his own.