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25% An Uchihas Survival Guide / Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Aftermath

บท 8: Chapter 8: The Aftermath

Asura slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh light that filtered through the canvas of the medical tent. His body ached, and for a moment, he wasn't sure where he was. Then, the memories of the battle came rushing back—the clash of swords, the red glow of his Sharingan, and the Senju warrior's blade nearly ending his life.

A sharp voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "If you're awake, then you're fine. Get out of bed and make room for others," a medic said briskly, barely glancing at him as she moved to tend to another wounded Uchiha.

Asura nodded, wincing as he sat up. His body protested every movement, but he forced himself to stand, steadying himself on the bedpost. He glanced around and saw rows of clan members lying on cots, some unconscious, others groaning in pain. The tent was filled with the smell of blood and herbs, and the air was heavy with a grim silence.

He grabbed his equipment, which had been placed neatly at the foot of the bed, and slowly made his way out of the tent. The cold air hit him as he stepped outside, and the sight that greeted him made his heart sink. The field around the medical tent was strewn with bodies—some covered in sheets, others still being moved by their comrades. Wounded Uchiha were everywhere, leaning on each other, limping, or sitting silently with bandages wrapped around their heads, arms, and legs.

Asura's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as he made his way through the chaos. He had known the battle was fierce, but seeing the aftermath was a harsh reminder of just how brutal it had been. He swallowed hard, pushing down the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, and continued walking until he reached his home.

Once inside, he stripped off his bloodstained clothes, carefully cleaning his sword and armor. He could still see the image of the Senju boy he had killed, and the adult who had nearly killed him. The memories replayed in his mind, vivid and unrelenting. But there was one moment that stood out above all others—the moment he had awakened the Sharingan.

Asura finished cleaning his equipment and set it aside. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated, feeling the familiar rush of chakra surge through his body. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the world through a red-tinted lens. There, staring back at him in the reflection of his sword blade, was his 1-tomoe Sharingan, the single tomoe swirling in his eyes.

A smile spread across his face, and he felt a swell of pride and happiness that he hadn't felt since before the battle. He had done it—he had unlocked the power of the Uchiha, a power that would help him survive and grow stronger. He couldn't help himself; he began to laugh, a light, almost giddy sound, and before he knew it, he was dancing around his small house, spinning and twirling with a joy he hadn't felt in a long time.

But then, as he caught sight of his reflection once more, the smile faded. He remembered how he had been saved, how three of his clansmen had stepped in at the last moment to rescue him. Without them, he would have been another body lying in the snow. The thought sobered him, and he made a silent promise to himself. He had to get stronger, not just for himself, but so that he wouldn't have to rely on others to save him next time.

The next morning, Asura made his way to the training field where they usually gathered. The air was still cold, but the snow was beginning to melt, marking the end of winter. As he looked around, he was struck by how few of them remained. Less than half of the children who had been there before the battle had returned. The absence of so many familiar faces was like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

The instructor stood at the front of the field, his usual stern expression even more severe. He waited for everyone to gather before he spoke, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Your training is over," he said, his eyes scanning the small group. "You have seen what awaits you on the battlefield. If you wish to grow stronger, you must now do so on your own."

Asura felt a pang of disappointment, but he understood. They were no longer just students; they were soldiers, and it was up to them to decide how far they wanted to go.

"If you want to learn new techniques, if you want to improve, you will need to earn contribution points," the instructor continued. "Those points can be traded for scrolls, training equipment, and lessons. Contribute to the clan, fight for it, and you will be rewarded. That is how you will grow stronger."

With that, the instructor dismissed them, and the children began to disperse, some talking quietly among themselves, others walking away in silence. Asura lingered for a moment, watching them go, before he turned and headed back to his house. He had no intention of wasting any time. If he was going to get stronger, he would have to push himself, just like he had been doing all winter.

Once home, Asura began his training routine, focusing on the two things he had always relied on—speed and chakra control. He practiced running, pushing chakra through his legs to move faster, to react quicker. He climbed trees, forcing himself to control the flow of chakra to his feet, until it became second nature. He could feel himself improving, little by little, but it wasn't enough. He needed more.

Remembering the jutsu he had copied during the battle, Asura decided to practice it. He performed the hand signs, focusing his chakra, and managed to release a small, but sharp wind bullet. It shot forward, hitting a tree and leaving a small dent. He felt a brief surge of satisfaction, but it was quickly followed by a wave of exhaustion. He tried again, his movements slower this time, and produced another wind bullet, but he could barely stand afterward.

Panting, he realized he was still a long way from mastering it. Twice was all he could manage before his chakra was completely drained. He needed more stamina, more control, if he wanted to use it effectively in battle.

The sun was beginning to set, and Asura's muscles ached from the day's training. He sheathed his sword and took one last look around the training field before heading back inside. His body felt heavy, but his mind was clear. He had a long way to go, but he was determined to get there.

As he lay down on his bed, he felt the pull of exhaustion dragging him under. His last thought before sleep claimed him was of the red, swirling eyes he had seen in his reflection, and the silent promise he had made to himself. He would get stronger. No matter what it took.

With that, he closed his eyes, letting the darkness envelop him as he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.


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