It wasn’t long before the ambitious young Kaji decided it was time to hone his natural talent as a member of the Uchiha clan. He possessed a power secluded within him, mighty, ferocious and hypnotic. Many would kill for a power such as the Sharingan of the Uchiha, and with that, Kaji decided to seclude his own strength, never to reveal himself as a member of the Uchiha clan. Any training of his Doujutsu would be that of absolute privacy, discretion would be used at any cost. Should anyone discover his use of such a trait, his head would certainly be a target among bounty hunters and collectors alike. No, this was not what he wanted, not yet.
Each day, he would have the village to practice honing his power of Doujutsu. He would become a master of the sharingan. Though his primary focus would have to be maintaining the Jutsu, he would still focus on secondary techniques. Once he'd possessed full control of the Jutsu with a single tomoe, soon the others would follow in accordance. He would need to gain strength of incredible magnitude to become a warrior of the Village, and Sharingan was his pass into their ranks. While it was unlikely there was any similar sharingan user within them, Kaji would be sure to sort out any Genjutsu users, of which he himself aspired to be. The ability to absolutely manipulate one's mind is truly an ability to fear. Legends of those with Mangekyo Sharingan were able to use a technique known as Tsukiyomi, the ultimate torture technique, were simply goals for Kaji. He would master every technique his eye allowed, though with his single tomoe, all it was good for was seeing the flow of Chakra. While this helped him complete specific jutsu, he himself hadn't trained his Katon very much, thus it was pointless. Movements were what his eye tended to follow. The flap of the wings of a butterfly, the trickling of water, millions of ants swarming the area distracted him ever so slightly. Subtle movements were easy to pick up, though this wasn't much of training.
Understanding his doujutsu was ultimately the first step in its ultimate mastery. The Uchiha had a great deal of knowledge of his own clans history which included a great deal of knowledge when it came to Sharingan usage, though replicated techniques he'd only heard of wouldn't be so simple. With his own seclusion, the only real practice he got was that on small animals. While the smaller ones were generally easier to manipulate, some put up quite a fight. After using the sharingan on each animal, a replication of his eye would form into theirs as they were then more than willing to do any sort of bidding he wished. Though, they generally fell asleep for reasons unknown to Kaji. Perhaps his technique was flawed, perhaps their body's couldn't tolerate the sharingan though he doubted that was the situation. Through gratuity he would have to practice his Sharingan. He would practice activating and deactivating, controlling and forcing and even testing his own abilities. Though through practice, he still was only able to master the basic skills of a single tomoed sharingan. Oddly, he was not making progress. His second tomoe wouldn't grow in, though it shouldn't matter much. His true goal was the triple and final form. This would increase his odds of becoming a world renowned Genjutsu master, making his resolve stronger than all others. He soon looked down to see his fist clenched with determination. He was failing. Failing to allow himself to grow as an Uchiha was failing to become stronger. This was the first time he felt as if he was the weak one. His left eye began to twitch feverishly. He could feel his wheel rotate rapidly as he beat himself up mentally. Would he really fail such a simple task for the sake of failure? "UNACCEPTABLE!" He shouted as his ocular organs went haywire. After slamming his eyes shut, they reopened with two tomoe. "Finally..."
With his Chakra almost completely drained from a long day of extreme focus and training, he decided it was time to return to the house... No... What used to be The house? Gramps was no longer in this world, but still rested within Kaji's bloodstream, his strength lasting eternally. Feeling as if his legs were soon to collapse, he walked slowly to the cabin with his back arched and his arms hanging in front of him. A hazy black shadow covered his green, dead eyes. Oh how his bones ached as he twisted the handle to the small cabin before flopping himself into the bed and caressing the blankets over his limp, lifeless corpse. The next day would be even harder on him, though more fitting for his consciousness.
As soon as the sun rose, Kaji did the exact same in unison. He gave his morning stretch and ate two raw eggs, protein for the body was necessary during training. After his "meal" he would set out into the forest once more, though this time to a route in which travelers often used to enter or exit the village. This would act as his temporary training ground. He would experiment on something a bit more active than of an animal. However the Hunan mind is fickle and would be q bit harder to manipulate. He also couldn't risk someone finding out his clan so he'd taken the precaution of placing brown. contacts within his eyes. At most they'll appear a brighter shade of brown, no red would be visible. This would surely catch his prey off guard.
As he headed to the trail, it was clear that someone was watching, following even. He did nothing out of the ordinary and continued his plan, not worrying too much on any observer. He would pull in a victim and force them to look him in the eye out of fear; he would then attempt to control them or even put them to sleep. Many people passed, often in groups. He was forced to single out those traveling alone; he didn't want to alarm any locals. Along came his target, a woman, middle aged, and medium length brown hair. She was a bit round with no extraordinary features, she would be perfect. He stepped out from the bushes before her and activated his sharingan immediately before making eye contact with her. She quickly fell under his hypnosis as he commanded her to follow him into the surrounding forest. Within the forest, he commanded her to do a multitude of simple actions, her mind acted as his puppet and the sharingan acted as the strings. Though this particular person seemed weak willed, it was likely she was depressed or suicidal. This meant Kaji had no reason to feel guilty with his next step, though there was a low chance of that happening in the first place. The women slowly walked towards him, removing a knife from his pocket, still under his spell. She brought this knife to her wrist, only to slice a seam deep in to the flesh. At that moment, the Uchiha released his sharingan, allowing the woman to regain her full consciousness. She gazed down at her wrist, gasping for air, though it was too late to fight. The amount of blood she was losing only increased exponentially. Though the look of determination on her face told him she was strong. She likely had a family. Perhaps a child was in her home waiting at this moment. Though based on a few secluded bruises and her state of depression, it was likely she had an abusive husband. Though, none of this she would have to worry about anymore. She simply watched as the strings binding her life to her wrist hung and swayed in the wind, never to repair them again. She gave no last words, only a distraught expression to attempt to sway her killer. Though his face only twisted into a smile as a shadow was cast down upon his yellow eyes. The light left her eyes very shortly after as well. At this time he began collecting the body, feeding every few moments. “Oh how cruel this world truly is… None can replicate the taste of the Uchiha. A true pity.”
It became clear the sharingan worked on humans just as well as animals, thought it seemed as if the eye of a human would not reflect his own upon possession. There was a good chance that his own sharingan could be overpowered by a superior one of three tomoe, making his chances of capturing a powerful Uchiha near impossible at the moment. Though maintaining his sharingan took a good deal of Chakra, his Chakra training throughout the time he spent as a ninja has prepared him for this very moment. He was able to maintain it for what felt like a few hours each day, though this was out of combat. He still required a rest however and thus, he made his way back to the cabin, still aware of his watcher. After walking nearly halfway back to the shack, Kaji pulled out his own knife and peeled the bark from a tree. He then sliced himself, drawing blood, before using his finger to paint a message to his follower. "I know you're there," The bloody message read. This was sure to scare off any normal people, as if his display of forced suicide wasn't enough. No, this stalker was likely one that wouldn't simply turn away due to fear, this one would be following for quite some time, lurking in his shadow. This trailing could last mere seconds longer, or even years. Who other than he knew when he would decide to reveal himself.
No, this wasn't his top priority, he could not focus on this task at hand. He would simply move on with his life, allowing his pursuer and information they might need ... Though... Catching the follower could very well be an accurate test of his Sharingan. Though only two tomoe were present, he was still able to track movements quite easily. In that case, his above par senses would also help him track down his perp. It could be tasking and time consuming, though it would be good practice for his reflexes. He would rest for the night and seek them down.
In his sleep, Kaji dreamed of a Sharingan more powerful than this world had seen. Though this sharingan eclipsed with six tomoe within the right eye and seven in the left. The Uchiha's face was also tattooed with the same tomoe, though they were red. Again thirteen could be counted in total. He himself, was standing before this ultimate Uchiha, he almost felt overwhelmed with the power he radiated. The figure before him reached our its arm, placing it on his shoulder before whispering in his ear, "Focus, focus, focus-" He continued this, speaking in rhythm with Kaji's own heartbeat, as if he knew exactly when to time it. His voice was smooth, like a snake, though his grip was cold against Kaji's naker shoulder. His hand clamped tighter, bringing out the heat within his own body. The adept Uchiha almost felt a sense of subliminal fear. "This is only a dream, this is only a dream." He repeated to himself. Though the sage only said "Focus, focus, focus-" as if he were a skipping disc. Though his heart felt the same way, beating at a fixed rate, never straying from the set path that was chosen for it. Thud, thud, thud as it contracted and retracted, he could feel every ounce of blood pumping through his body as he stared deeply into the eyes before him.
As soon as the hand released his shoulder, the owner took two steps back, the black ground rippling as if it were water. Kaji himself was at a loss of words. All he could think was "What the hell kind of dream is this?" Though then the mighty Uchiha spoke, "Kaji," It said. "You killed that girl... You killed all of those people. In cold blood at that. Why Kaji?" And with this question, the youthful Uchiha thought to himself. Why exactly did her kill her? Oh! That's right, because she was weak. He opened his mouth to speak. "Because she couldn't stop me." He responded with a devilish smile resting happily on his face. His eyes flared, revealing his sharingan. The sage looked at him and smiled, then immediately jabbed his fore and middle fingers into the eyes of Kaji. His screams pierced the silence of the night as he claimed himself awake. No blood was apparent in his closed eyes. He turned his head towards where he knew the mirror was. As he opened his eyes in the dark, nothing was apparent. Though, as he activated his sharingan, he could see three tomoe within it. Had the dream really sparked such a power into him? Or did the sharingan simply grow stronger through his training and evolve through his subconscious? Either way, he was all the more powerful now. It was time to search for more prey. In the middle of the night, Kaji dressed himself and made his way outside. It seemed to be around three in the morning, it was likely his follower was sleeping. The foolish tail left behind hits, slight distortions in nature that the Uchiha was now able to see all the better. He simply followed this trail which ultimately led him to what seemed to be the unconscious body of a female with long red her. She wore a cloak and a wrap around her mouth. She was clearly the pursuer that's been chasing him this whole time. It was likely she had expected to sleep for a shorter period than he, though it seemed her plan failed. He removed his knife from his belt before leaning over, placing his head above hers. He took his knife and scratched her so faintly, forcing her eyes open to gaze into his newly formed sharingan. He lifted himself up, keeping her under his hypnosis. It seemed her will was just as weak as the suicidal woman from earlier. So why was she following him adamantly? He couldn't seem to shake her, she had purpose but no will? Oh well. It wasn't for him to worry about. She slowly reached forward due to the mental strings he was pulling, removing the knife from Kaji's hand. She slowly lifted the hilt to her own throat before radically slashing a single slice from her jugular. Her pain broke the spell she was under, though the look in her eyes made it clear, she was far too late.
Each day, he would have the village to practice honing his power of Doujutsu. He would become a master of the sharingan. Though his primary focus would have to be maintaining the Jutsu, he would still focus on secondary techniques. Once he'd possessed full control of the Jutsu with a single tomoe, soon the others would follow in accordance. He would need to gain strength of incredible magnitude to become a warrior of the Village, and Sharingan was his pass into their ranks. While it was unlikely there was any similar sharingan user within them, Kaji would be sure to sort out any Genjutsu users, of which he himself aspired to be. The ability to absolutely manipulate one's mind is truly an ability to fear. Legends of those with Mangekyo Sharingan were able to use a technique known as Tsukiyomi, the ultimate torture technique, were simply goals for Kaji. He would master every technique his eye allowed, though with his single tomoe, all it was good for was seeing the flow of Chakra. While this helped him complete specific jutsu, he himself hadn't trained his Katon very much, thus it was pointless. Movements were what his eye tended to follow. The flap of the wings of a butterfly, the trickling of water, millions of ants swarming the area distracted him ever so slightly. Subtle movements were easy to pick up, though this wasn't much of training.
Understanding his doujutsu was ultimately the first step in its ultimate mastery. The Uchiha had a great deal of knowledge of his own clans history which included a great deal of knowledge when it came to Sharingan usage, though replicated techniques he'd only heard of wouldn't be so simple. With his own seclusion, the only real practice he got was that on small animals. While the smaller ones were generally easier to manipulate, some put up quite a fight. After using the sharingan on each animal, a replication of his eye would form into theirs as they were then more than willing to do any sort of bidding he wished. Though, they generally fell asleep for reasons unknown to Kaji. Perhaps his technique was flawed, perhaps their body's couldn't tolerate the sharingan though he doubted that was the situation. Through gratuity he would have to practice his Sharingan. He would practice activating and deactivating, controlling and forcing and even testing his own abilities. Though through practice, he still was only able to master the basic skills of a single tomoed sharingan. Oddly, he was not making progress. His second tomoe wouldn't grow in, though it shouldn't matter much. His true goal was the triple and final form. This would increase his odds of becoming a world renowned Genjutsu master, making his resolve stronger than all others. He soon looked down to see his fist clenched with determination. He was failing. Failing to allow himself to grow as an Uchiha was failing to become stronger. This was the first time he felt as if he was the weak one. His left eye began to twitch feverishly. He could feel his wheel rotate rapidly as he beat himself up mentally. Would he really fail such a simple task for the sake of failure? "UNACCEPTABLE!" He shouted as his ocular organs went haywire. After slamming his eyes shut, they reopened with two tomoe. "Finally..."
With his Chakra almost completely drained from a long day of extreme focus and training, he decided it was time to return to the house... No... What used to be The house? Gramps was no longer in this world, but still rested within Kaji's bloodstream, his strength lasting eternally. Feeling as if his legs were soon to collapse, he walked slowly to the cabin with his back arched and his arms hanging in front of him. A hazy black shadow covered his green, dead eyes. Oh how his bones ached as he twisted the handle to the small cabin before flopping himself into the bed and caressing the blankets over his limp, lifeless corpse. The next day would be even harder on him, though more fitting for his consciousness.
As soon as the sun rose, Kaji did the exact same in unison. He gave his morning stretch and ate two raw eggs, protein for the body was necessary during training. After his "meal" he would set out into the forest once more, though this time to a route in which travelers often used to enter or exit the village. This would act as his temporary training ground. He would experiment on something a bit more active than of an animal. However the Hunan mind is fickle and would be q bit harder to manipulate. He also couldn't risk someone finding out his clan so he'd taken the precaution of placing brown. contacts within his eyes. At most they'll appear a brighter shade of brown, no red would be visible. This would surely catch his prey off guard.
As he headed to the trail, it was clear that someone was watching, following even. He did nothing out of the ordinary and continued his plan, not worrying too much on any observer. He would pull in a victim and force them to look him in the eye out of fear; he would then attempt to control them or even put them to sleep. Many people passed, often in groups. He was forced to single out those traveling alone; he didn't want to alarm any locals. Along came his target, a woman, middle aged, and medium length brown hair. She was a bit round with no extraordinary features, she would be perfect. He stepped out from the bushes before her and activated his sharingan immediately before making eye contact with her. She quickly fell under his hypnosis as he commanded her to follow him into the surrounding forest. Within the forest, he commanded her to do a multitude of simple actions, her mind acted as his puppet and the sharingan acted as the strings. Though this particular person seemed weak willed, it was likely she was depressed or suicidal. This meant Kaji had no reason to feel guilty with his next step, though there was a low chance of that happening in the first place. The women slowly walked towards him, removing a knife from his pocket, still under his spell. She brought this knife to her wrist, only to slice a seam deep in to the flesh. At that moment, the Uchiha released his sharingan, allowing the woman to regain her full consciousness. She gazed down at her wrist, gasping for air, though it was too late to fight. The amount of blood she was losing only increased exponentially. Though the look of determination on her face told him she was strong. She likely had a family. Perhaps a child was in her home waiting at this moment. Though based on a few secluded bruises and her state of depression, it was likely she had an abusive husband. Though, none of this she would have to worry about anymore. She simply watched as the strings binding her life to her wrist hung and swayed in the wind, never to repair them again. She gave no last words, only a distraught expression to attempt to sway her killer. Though his face only twisted into a smile as a shadow was cast down upon his yellow eyes. The light left her eyes very shortly after as well. At this time he began collecting the body, feeding every few moments. “Oh how cruel this world truly is… None can replicate the taste of the Uchiha. A true pity.”
It became clear the sharingan worked on humans just as well as animals, thought it seemed as if the eye of a human would not reflect his own upon possession. There was a good chance that his own sharingan could be overpowered by a superior one of three tomoe, making his chances of capturing a powerful Uchiha near impossible at the moment. Though maintaining his sharingan took a good deal of Chakra, his Chakra training throughout the time he spent as a ninja has prepared him for this very moment. He was able to maintain it for what felt like a few hours each day, though this was out of combat. He still required a rest however and thus, he made his way back to the cabin, still aware of his watcher. After walking nearly halfway back to the shack, Kaji pulled out his own knife and peeled the bark from a tree. He then sliced himself, drawing blood, before using his finger to paint a message to his follower. "I know you're there," The bloody message read. This was sure to scare off any normal people, as if his display of forced suicide wasn't enough. No, this stalker was likely one that wouldn't simply turn away due to fear, this one would be following for quite some time, lurking in his shadow. This trailing could last mere seconds longer, or even years. Who other than he knew when he would decide to reveal himself.
No, this wasn't his top priority, he could not focus on this task at hand. He would simply move on with his life, allowing his pursuer and information they might need ... Though... Catching the follower could very well be an accurate test of his Sharingan. Though only two tomoe were present, he was still able to track movements quite easily. In that case, his above par senses would also help him track down his perp. It could be tasking and time consuming, though it would be good practice for his reflexes. He would rest for the night and seek them down.
In his sleep, Kaji dreamed of a Sharingan more powerful than this world had seen. Though this sharingan eclipsed with six tomoe within the right eye and seven in the left. The Uchiha's face was also tattooed with the same tomoe, though they were red. Again thirteen could be counted in total. He himself, was standing before this ultimate Uchiha, he almost felt overwhelmed with the power he radiated. The figure before him reached our its arm, placing it on his shoulder before whispering in his ear, "Focus, focus, focus-" He continued this, speaking in rhythm with Kaji's own heartbeat, as if he knew exactly when to time it. His voice was smooth, like a snake, though his grip was cold against Kaji's naker shoulder. His hand clamped tighter, bringing out the heat within his own body. The adept Uchiha almost felt a sense of subliminal fear. "This is only a dream, this is only a dream." He repeated to himself. Though the sage only said "Focus, focus, focus-" as if he were a skipping disc. Though his heart felt the same way, beating at a fixed rate, never straying from the set path that was chosen for it. Thud, thud, thud as it contracted and retracted, he could feel every ounce of blood pumping through his body as he stared deeply into the eyes before him.
As soon as the hand released his shoulder, the owner took two steps back, the black ground rippling as if it were water. Kaji himself was at a loss of words. All he could think was "What the hell kind of dream is this?" Though then the mighty Uchiha spoke, "Kaji," It said. "You killed that girl... You killed all of those people. In cold blood at that. Why Kaji?" And with this question, the youthful Uchiha thought to himself. Why exactly did her kill her? Oh! That's right, because she was weak. He opened his mouth to speak. "Because she couldn't stop me." He responded with a devilish smile resting happily on his face. His eyes flared, revealing his sharingan. The sage looked at him and smiled, then immediately jabbed his fore and middle fingers into the eyes of Kaji. His screams pierced the silence of the night as he claimed himself awake. No blood was apparent in his closed eyes. He turned his head towards where he knew the mirror was. As he opened his eyes in the dark, nothing was apparent. Though, as he activated his sharingan, he could see three tomoe within it. Had the dream really sparked such a power into him? Or did the sharingan simply grow stronger through his training and evolve through his subconscious? Either way, he was all the more powerful now. It was time to search for more prey. In the middle of the night, Kaji dressed himself and made his way outside. It seemed to be around three in the morning, it was likely his follower was sleeping. The foolish tail left behind hits, slight distortions in nature that the Uchiha was now able to see all the better. He simply followed this trail which ultimately led him to what seemed to be the unconscious body of a female with long red her. She wore a cloak and a wrap around her mouth. She was clearly the pursuer that's been chasing him this whole time. It was likely she had expected to sleep for a shorter period than he, though it seemed her plan failed. He removed his knife from his belt before leaning over, placing his head above hers. He took his knife and scratched her so faintly, forcing her eyes open to gaze into his newly formed sharingan. He lifted himself up, keeping her under his hypnosis. It seemed her will was just as weak as the suicidal woman from earlier. So why was she following him adamantly? He couldn't seem to shake her, she had purpose but no will? Oh well. It wasn't for him to worry about. She slowly reached forward due to the mental strings he was pulling, removing the knife from Kaji's hand. She slowly lifted the hilt to her own throat before radically slashing a single slice from her jugular. Her pain broke the spell she was under, though the look in her eyes made it clear, she was far too late.