Naruto: Uchiha’s Blood Curse

In Konoha village, it was nighttime. Everyone was in their houses, resting after their hard day, while the patrols kept an eye on the safety of the village.

The Uchiha district, however, was even quieter. Inside Fugaku Uchiha's—the head of the clan—home, the tension was heavy.

The middle-aged Uchiha paced around the room, anxiety deeply hidden in his furrowed eyebrows. Mikoto, his beloved wife, had been in labor for a few hours already. The entire household was on edge because of that, but they could only hope for the best.

Soon, a cry pierced through the silence, causing Fugaku to let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding as he broke into the room.

The midwife smiled respectfully as she cleaned the baby and wrapped him in a clean towel before bowing toward Fugaku. "Congratulations, Fugaku-sama. You have a son."

Mikoto was pale, her face showing how exhausting this whole ordeal had been, but she smiled softly at Fugaku. Her hand trembled as she reached toward the tiny bundle Fugaku held.

"Itachi," she said, informing her husband of the name she had chosen for their child.

However, the serenity of the moment was soon broken.

Mikoto's face twisted in pain as she called the midwife. "I feel there's another one! Ugh…!"

The midwives and helpers in the room exchanged puzzled glances. Mikoto had been expected to give birth to a single child, but suddenly, she was delivering twins.

No one was as flabbergasted as Fugaku, though. He had personally taken Mikoto to his experienced medical ninja friend, who had confirmed she was carrying only one child. So how could this be happening?

Regardless of everyone's reactions, Mikoto's cries of pain, accompanied by the midwives urging her to push, filled the room.

After a few moments, a soft cry filled the air. The midwife sighed, sweat dripping off her forehead, as she cleaned the baby.

"This time, it's a girl, Mikoto-sama, Fugaku-sama."

Mikoto's exhaustion melted away once she held her two babies in her arms. Fugaku, too, let go of his confusion, and with a soft smile, he caressed the two babies' heads.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Seeing that, everyone bowed and retreated, leaving the room for the couple to relax with their newborns. Fugaku carefully held his daughter as he looked at her in fascination. This little baby was a bit more active compared to her brother. Her tiny face scrunched up as she stirred in her father's arms, her small fists waving around.

She slowly opened her eyes, and Fugaku froze.

Her eyes were red with a single tomoe—that was clearly the Sharingan!

His breath hitched. 'She's a baby; she was just born. No matter how powerful she could be, this is impossible.'

Fugaku leaned in, staring in disbelief for a moment, but before he could speak, the baby blinked. Once her eyes opened again, there was no trace of the Sharingan—only a beautiful pair of golden irises.

"Mikoto," he said, his voice low. "Her eyes… they had the Sharingan."

Mikoto looked at her husband, unimpressed, before slapping his arm playfully while holding Itachi closer. "Fugaku, you must be exhausted. How could a baby have the Sharingan? You're imagining things. Who was the one in labor, me or you?"

Faced with his wife's question, Fugaku blushed and pushed the matter out of his mind. He must have been imagining things, though he wouldn't admit it.

"We'll name her Mahito."

The Uchiha couple spent the rest of the night with their newborn children before falling asleep to rest before returning to their busy schedules the next day.

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Four years had passed since the two babies were born. The Third Shinobi War had only recently concluded. Despite not directly joining the ranks, the two children occasionally accompanied their father and learned a lot about the situation.

Their reactions were different, but Fugaku was very satisfied nonetheless.

His two kids displayed remarkable intelligence and attitude; their understanding of their surroundings and the war surprised everyone.

They were prodigies in the making.

While Itachi was obedient, calm, and very well-behaved, Mahito was similarly obedient, yet she always found time to sneak around. In addition, she was very vocal in comparison to her brother.

Growing up as an inseparable pair, Mahito naturally dragged her brother to join her in those antics.

The head of the Uchiha clan was very proud of them and was already itching to teach them everything he knew now that the war had ended.

However, Mikoto objected firmly.

"They're still children," she frowned once Fugaku brought this up for the third time that week. "Let them enjoy their childhood—the war has taken enough. They have plenty of time to train. We have peace for now."

Fugaku groaned, leaning back in his chair. "Mikoto, you said it yourself. We just ended a war. Who's to say that peace will last? Our children need to be strong to help us and protect themselves as well."

Mikoto only smiled but never agreed, making Fugaku comply despite his frustration.

Soon, the children turned six years old, and Fugaku decided that the time was right for them to start learning. Fugaku stood with his arms crossed, his stern gaze fixed on the twins in front of him.

Itachi and Mahito stood side by side, their small frames straight and attentive. They were very similar yet different.

"Today, you will learn the basics of being a shinobi. We'll start with shuriken and kunai."

Itachi nodded, his expression serious. But Mahito simply tilted her head. "Father," she carefully interrupted, "why can't people solve things peacefully?"

Fugaku sighed. Mahito had been asking this question since the war ended. He had explained it many times, but it seemed his answers weren't satisfying his little daughter's curiosity.

"Mahito, repeating my answer won't convince you, but I can't give you any other answer. Humans aren't the best, and for us shinobi, we must be prepared for battle all the time. That's our duty."

He handed each of them a set of shuriken and stepped back, cutting off any chance for retort as he started the lesson.

"Watch me first," he instructed as he showed them how to straighten their bodies and throw the shuriken through the air.

Fugaku threw three shuriken, and all three hit the bullseye, making the two children look at their father with respect and admiration.

Itachi was the first to try. He mimicked his father's stance perfectly, but his aim was still slightly off. The three shuriken hit the target, but none hit the bullseye.

Fugaku was satisfied. "Good. Now, Mahito?"

Mahito stepped forward and gripped the shuriken casually. She didn't even take a stance, simply twirling as she threw the three weapons—and entirely missing her target.

"Oops! I missed them all. But don't worry, I'll be better next time!" She giggled awkwardly, grabbed Itachi's arm, and shouted to her father before running away.

Fugaku raised an eyebrow and sighed deeply.

'I can't understand her,' he thought to himself as he looked at the three targets hidden in the trees around him, each with a shuriken hitting the bullseye.

'She is so talented, yet she is desperately trying to hide her abilities.'

Mikoto saw the scene and patted her husband's back as she approached him from the house. "Our kids are unique. We can't control them or figure them out completely. For now, let's be their guides and not push them too far."

Fugaku nodded, though his mind was still filled with doubts regarding his daughter.