Kazuchi Uchiha

As Kibishi stood before his grandparents, the room filled with a heavy tension. His newly awakened Sharingan pulsed softly in his eyes, reflecting the unspoken weight of the family secrets. He had long wondered about his father, and now, with the power of the Uchiha clan awakened within him, the truth felt closer than ever.

After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Bishiro sighed deeply, and Kirina's expression grew anxious. Kibishi could sense their unease, and the silence only deepened the knot in his stomach.

"Come here, Kibishi," Bishiro finally said, gesturing toward a chair at the table. Kirina joined him, sitting close by, her hands nervously clasped together.

The atmosphere weighed heavily on Kibishi. He had hoped for a simple, direct answer about his father—something that would help him decide how to navigate the complexities of his lineage, especially as he planned to change the Uchiha clan's fate. But as he looked at his grandparents, he realized that the truth was likely far more complicated.

Mother always seemed sorrowful whenever she spoke of Father, Kibishi recalled. But I never really noticed it until now... this body's previous owner never understood the depth of her pain.

Meanwhile, ten minutes earlier, at the Konoha gate, a group of seven weary ninja had returned from a mission. Their tattered clothes and tired faces told a story of difficulty, though they bore no visible injuries.

A woman in the group, her face determined, spoke first. "I'm heading home. Inoichi, make sure to report our mission to the Hokage." She disappeared in a flicker before anyone could respond, leaving Inoichi and the others standing in mild surprise.

As she moved through the village, Hanabi's thoughts turned to her son. "I should stop by Yakiniku Q and get something special for Kibishi," she murmured. She ordered enough food to feed five and made her way toward her mother's house, her arms full of takeaway boxes.

Using her sensory abilities, Hanabi checked in on her family from a distance. "Perfect timing," she thought with a smile. "They're all at the table."

Excited to reunite with her son, Hanabi flickered into the room, calling out in her usual cheerful voice, "Did anyone miss Mommy?" But the moment her eyes landed on the scene before her, the joy vanished from her face.

Kibishi's red eyes—his newly awakened Sharingan—stared back at her, and the food in her hands slipped from her grip. Her heart sank, and a tear escaped her eye as she turned to her parents, silently questioning what had transpired.

Kirina spoke first, her voice gentle but resolute. "Sit beside your son, Hanabi. It's time we tell him everything."

Hanabi nodded, moving slowly toward Kibishi. She embraced him tightly, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled him close.

"When did you unlock your Sharingan, Kibishi?" she asked, her voice strained, though she tried to keep it steady.

"Just today, Mom," Kibishi replied, deciding to keep the full truth to himself. It had been three days since the Sharingan awakened, but that detail seemed irrelevant now.

"Oh," Hanabi said, attempting a smile. "It seems we have a genius in the family. You take after your father more than I realized." Her voice, though light, was tinged with sorrow, and Kibishi could feel the weight of her emotions.

Kibishi hesitated for a moment, then reiterated his question, the one that had been weighing on his heart. "Who was my father?"

Bishiro's face grew solemn as he prepared to answer. "Kibishi, your father's name was Kazuchi Uchiha," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and sadness. "He was a brave shinobi and a respected member of the Uchiha clan."

Kibishi blinked in surprise. Kazuchi Uchiha... that name wasn't in the anime. He strained to recall any mention of it, but there was none.

"Your father was known for his remarkable skills in both ninjutsu and genjutsu," Hanabi added softly, her eyes distant, filled with memories. "He had a strong sense of duty to Konoha, and his comrades respected him deeply."

"However," Bishiro continued, his voice growing heavier, "Kazuchi and his team were sent on a critical mission by one of the village elders. During that mission, they vanished without a trace. Despite extensive efforts, no one could find them."

A tear slipped down Kibishi's cheek as he listened, feeling the loss of a father he never knew. Anger and sorrow welled up inside him, and the name "Danzo" echoed in his mind. A dark rage began to boil within him as he considered what might have happened to his father, and the name Danzo became a focal point for his growing fury.

And then, amidst his emotional storm, a voice echoed from deep within his mind.

Who are you? Kibishi asked silently, his heart pounding.

I am the original owner of this body, the voice responded, calm yet somber. With our memories merging, I've grown. But my time is nearly over. In a moment, we will fully merge, and you will have all my thoughts and memories. The realization hit Kibishi hard, and the last thing the voice whispered was a plea: Avenge our mother. Destroy Danzo.

Hanabi, misunderstanding the grim expression on Kibishi's face, held him tighter, believing it was grief for his father. She hugged him as tears streamed down her own face.

"He was a true hero, Kibishi," Kirina added gently. "Your father's spirit lives on in you. As an Uchiha, you carry his strength and determination."

Kirina placed a reassuring hand on Kibishi's shoulder. "Your father would be proud of you, Kibishi. You have his blood, his will, and the power to shape your destiny."

Kibishi wiped his tears, his heart filled with a new resolve. The knowledge of his father's sacrifice stirred something deep within him. And then his grandfather's next words only fueled his suspicions.

"Your father's mission was assigned by one of the village elders," Bishiro added, and Kibishi's mind instantly snapped back to Danzo. Danzo. It has to be him.

"When did Father die?" Kibishi asked, his voice low but steady.

Before Bishiro could answer, Hanabi spoke, her voice breaking. "He died seven years ago, just before we were to be married." Her tears flowed freely as Kibishi hugged her tightly, offering what little comfort he could.

Kibishi's mind, however, was clear. Danzo did this. He clenched his fists and whispered, "Danzo it is." His hand gently stroked his mother's back, offering silent comfort while his mind plotted retribution.

Bishiro, sensing the shift in Kibishi's mood, decided to change the subject slightly. "Let me tell you more about your lineage. The Senju and Uchiha clans were the strongest in the world, founded by Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha. Despite being rivals, they eventually allied and founded Konoha together."

He explained the history briefly, omitting the darker details of the conflict. "Your father and mother's marriage was arranged to maintain peace between the clans, but they were already in love. It made the arrangement easier."

Bishiro's words triggered another surge of anger in Kibishi. Danzo killed him not just for power, but to sabotage the union between the Uchiha and Senju.

Kibishi's mind darkened. If Danzo has my father's eyes... I'll make sure he begs for death.

"Mother," Kibishi mumbled softly, "I can't breathe." Hanabi, realizing she had been squeezing him too tightly, blushed and quickly released him, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"Thank you, Grandma, Grandpa, and Mother," Kibishi said quietly, his voice filled with both gratitude and resolve. "I will carry my father's name with pride and honor. I will become a shinobi worthy of his legacy, and I will protect our clan—no matter what."