what if naruto was itachi brother

The wind howled through the trees, the branches swaying violently as Naruto stood at the edge of the training grounds. He had been out here for hours, his body aching from the relentless exercises, but his mind refused to quiet. Every day since his conversation with Sasuke, every moment of training, felt like an internal battle, as if he was fighting both the world around him and the power growing inside him.

The Sharingan burned in the back of his mind, always waiting to surface, always threatening to consume him. But there was something else now—an unsettling calm, like the eye of a storm. Naruto knew it was only a matter of time before the storm would hit. But for now, he needed to prove to himself that he could control it, could keep his emotions in check, and could push himself further than he ever had before.

"Naruto."

The familiar voice broke his concentration, and he turned to see none other than Kakashi standing behind him, his hand resting casually on his favorite book. He had arrived just in time for Naruto's daily self-imposed "test."

"What's up, Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto greeted, trying to hide the unease in his voice. He hadn't expected a visit from his sensei today. Still, he tried to maintain his usual cheerful demeanor, though the weight of the recent revelations about his heritage weighed heavily on him.

"You've been training hard," Kakashi noted, giving Naruto a pointed glance as he approached. "But you're pushing yourself too much. You should rest."

Naruto frowned, feeling the sting of Kakashi's words. He wasn't used to being told to rest, especially when he felt so far from his goal. "I can handle it," he replied, his voice more defiant than he intended. "I have to get stronger. I need to control this power. I need to prove I'm not just some… some... freak."

Kakashi's visible eye softened, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something—concern, perhaps. "Naruto," Kakashi said gently, "it's good to be determined, but it's also important to know your limits. If you push yourself too hard, too fast, you might end up injuring yourself, or worse, losing control of the very thing you're trying to master."

Naruto shook his head, trying to shake off the weight of those words. He had heard them from his father too. But this time, they felt different. He had always been the loud, brash kid who would do anything to prove his worth. But now, with the Uchiha blood running through his veins, there was a sense of danger lurking in his every action. He didn't want to become a monster. He didn't want to become like the older brother he had never known but now felt connected to.

"I can't stop now," Naruto said, his voice firm. "If I want to protect the village, if I want to protect everyone, I need to get stronger. I need to control this power."

Kakashi didn't respond immediately, letting the silence hang in the air like a thick fog. Then, with a deep sigh, he placed his book aside and crossed his arms, his stance calm but authoritative.

"Alright, Naruto," he said, his tone serious. "If you're so determined, then let's test your control. But this isn't just about your physical strength or how much chakra you can wield. This test is about your mind, your emotions. The Sharingan is just a tool—it's how you use it, what you choose to see with it, that matters."

Naruto's brow furrowed. "A test? What kind of test?"

Kakashi's eye glinted with a touch of mischief, but there was a firmness to his expression. "You'll see. I'll set up a scenario for you. You'll have to make a choice. Your response will determine if you're ready to continue on your path to mastering the Sharingan."

Naruto narrowed his eyes. He wasn't sure what Kakashi had in mind, but something about the way his sensei said it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This wouldn't be a simple sparring match.

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### **The Trial Begins**

After a few moments of preparation, Kakashi gestured for Naruto to follow him. The two of them headed out into the woods, where the trees grew dense and the shadows seemed to stretch forever. Naruto's heart began to race, the uncertainty of what was coming settling into his chest like a rock. Kakashi stopped in a small clearing, where the sounds of the forest were muted, almost as if they were in a different world.

"I'll explain the scenario," Kakashi said, turning to face Naruto. "There are two paths you can take. One leads to a defenseless villager, an innocent person who's under attack. The other leads to a group of bandits who are heavily armed, dangerous, and already know you're coming. Your objective is clear—you have to choose. Will you risk yourself to save the innocent person, knowing the bandits could be waiting for you? Or will you take the safer path and confront the bandits directly, risking the life of the innocent in the process?"

Naruto blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected this kind of test. It wasn't about his physical strength or his ability to use jutsu—it was about his decision-making, his ability to remain calm under pressure, and most importantly, his emotions.

"Why is this a test?" Naruto asked, his mind spinning. "I'd save the innocent person, of course. I'm not going to let someone die just because it's easier."

Kakashi gave him a patient smile. "I'm not testing your morals, Naruto. I'm testing your ability to control your emotions. If you rush in blindly, driven by your feelings, the Sharingan might push you toward dangerous choices. But if you take a moment, think clearly, and keep your emotions in check, you'll make the right call. This is the difference between a powerful shinobi and a reckless one."

Naruto stood still for a moment, his mind racing. The idea of leaving someone to die, of choosing to face the bandits, felt wrong, but the threat of danger was real. He couldn't afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto closed his eyes and focused. He could feel the weight of the power in his eyes, the burning urge to activate the Sharingan, to see everything in slow motion, to predict every move. But instead of giving in to that instinct, he forced himself to think clearly.

After a few moments, Naruto opened his eyes, a sense of calm sweeping over him. "I'll go after the innocent person. I'll save them first. Even if it means facing the bandits, I won't abandon someone who needs help."

Kakashi nodded, his expression neutral. "Good. But remember, Naruto, it's not just about what path you choose. It's about how you handle yourself along the way."

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### **The Aftermath**

The test continued for hours as Naruto made his way through the scenario, encountering obstacles, dealing with the pressure of his decision, and most importantly, confronting the deeper layers of his emotions. He had to face the fear of the unknown, the uncertainty of his own strength, and the anxiety of possibly failing.

By the end of the day, as the sun began to set and the cool breeze settled in, Naruto stood panting, his body exhausted but his mind surprisingly clear. He had passed the test—not because of his raw power, but because he had kept his emotions under control, focused on the bigger picture, and made the choices he believed were right.

Kakashi approached him, his usual smile returning. "You did well, Naruto. You've taken the first step toward controlling your power. But remember, this is just the beginning. The real challenge will come when you're pushed to your limits—when your emotions are at their highest, when your pain is the greatest."

Naruto nodded, sweat dripping down his face. But there was a spark of hope in his eyes. He wasn't there yet, but he was closer. And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he might actually be able to control the darkness inside him.