Uchiha clan complex III

After finding the sword technique scroll, Igor, now in Sasuke's body, realized he would need to dedicate more time to weapon training. In his previous life as a soldier, he had always had a fondness for blades and firearms, so this technique, with its destructive potential, seemed like a logical choice. "A sharp blade, fire, and speed... a perfect combination," he thought, his soldier instincts awakening.

With renewed vigor, he headed to one last house before sunset. Searching through the rooms, he found another valuable scroll, this time of a more advanced level: [Katon - Karyuudan] (Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bomb).

Igor smiled as he read the description. The technique involved using Doton – Doryuudan, where an earth dragon would fire projectiles that, when ignited by Katon, would become devastating attacks. "This is powerful... I can combine this with other techniques to create a mass attack." He envisioned the scene, wreaking havoc on enemies with fiery explosions, a vision that echoed his days on the battlefield.

As he walked back to the main house, Igor couldn't help but feel frustrated. "Five techniques... that's all that's left. This was the legacy of the Uchiha clan, one of the most feared families in Konoha. Now, all that remains are ashes and these few techniques that Danzo's Root couldn't steal." However, this frustration wasn't born of the pain of loss, but from the awareness of untapped potential that he needed to master.

He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on his future. It wasn't just Danzo he needed to defeat. The world was filled with threats – Orochimaru, Akatsuki, Madara – powerful figures who conspired in the shadows. "But one thing at a time," he muttered to himself, returning home.

Reaching the main Uchiha house, Igor threw all the found scrolls onto the floor at the foot of his bed. He threw himself onto the mattress, exhausted but satisfied. "At least I found something. But these five jutsus... it's not even half of what I expected. I need more power."

He closed his eyes, already envisioning his next steps. He knew that sooner or later he would need something beyond simple techniques. The Mangekyo Sharingan was the key to unlocking the true power of the Uchiha. "Danzo... you stole Shisui's eyes. But when I'm strong enough, I'll come for you. And I'll take those eyes for myself."

Determination grew within him. He needed to become stronger. He would train until exhaustion, master every technique he found, and eventually take Danzo's eyes. But for now, he needed to rest and recuperate for what lay ahead.

With this mindset, Sasuke got up, deciding that training would begin at dawn. Every day, he would become stronger. With every jutsu he mastered, he would get closer to his ultimate goal. The spirit of Igor Ivanov guided his decisions, constantly reminding him of the discipline and focus he needed to maintain.

In the quiet of that night, as the wind blew softly, he felt a wave of determination. Sasuke Uchiha would not just be a survivor. He would become a legend. The memories of his past life mingled with the new identity he was forging. A new purpose pulsed through his veins. The path would be long.