what if naruto was itachi brother

Naruto woke with the first rays of sunlight streaming through his window. His body felt heavy, his mind weighed down by the lingering thoughts of last night. It was as though he had crossed some unseen threshold, a place where his identity, his very purpose, was no longer clear-cut. Itachi. Sasuke. The Uchiha clan. His own place in the village. All of it felt tangled, like a knot that refused to be undone.

For years, Naruto had pushed forward with one goal in mind: to become the Hokage, the greatest ninja and the protector of the village. But now, with the truth of his heritage, his lineage, his connection to Itachi, everything had changed. His path was no longer as simple as it once was. The Sharingan burned inside him, an uninvited guest. It was a tool, but also a curse. Could he wield it without becoming something monstrous? Could he be the one to break the cycle of violence that ran through his bloodline?

With a heavy sigh, Naruto pushed the thoughts aside and rose from his bed. He had a training session with Kakashi today, and as always, it would be an opportunity to push himself further, to gain control over the power stirring within him.

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### **Training With Kakashi**

The training grounds were quiet when Naruto arrived. Kakashi stood by the side, leaning casually against a tree, his face hidden by his usual mask, but his posture was alert. The moment Naruto stepped into the clearing, Kakashi's eye gleamed with the familiar mixture of curiosity and caution.

"You're late," Kakashi said, his voice light but with a hint of something more. "How are you feeling today?"

Naruto stopped in his tracks, the familiar question hitting him harder than it should have. He paused, unsure how to answer. The Sharingan still burned at the back of his mind, demanding attention, but he fought it down. The weight of his recent discoveries still weighed on him, but Kakashi didn't need to know that. Not yet.

"I'm fine," Naruto replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Let's just get to it."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more. He didn't need to. They both knew Naruto was lying.

The training session began with familiar drills, simple exercises to warm up the body and mind. Kakashi watched closely, never letting Naruto get too comfortable, always pushing him to do more. And with each passing minute, Naruto felt himself slipping deeper into the rhythm of the exercises. His muscles ached, his chakra fluctuated, but the fog in his mind began to clear, if only for a moment.

"Good. You're focused today," Kakashi commented after a while, stepping forward to face him. "But now it's time for something a little different. I want you to use the Sharingan."

Naruto's stomach churned. The thought of activating the Sharingan was both enticing and terrifying. He had been avoiding it as much as possible, afraid of what would happen once he fully embraced it. But Kakashi was right. This was the next step. He needed to learn to control the power within him, to use it with purpose.

With a deep breath, Naruto activated the Sharingan, feeling the familiar warmth spread through his eyes. His vision sharpened, and the world around him slowed, each movement becoming clearer. He could see Kakashi's slightest shift in stance, the almost imperceptible twitch of his fingers. It was as if time itself had stretched, revealing the flow of chakra beneath the surface.

Naruto clenched his fists. It felt like power, intoxicating and sharp. But it also felt dangerous. He could feel the weight of his bloodline, the pressure of his legacy pressing down on him. He didn't want to be like Itachi, who had carried the burden of the Uchiha clan's curse. He couldn't let this power control him.

"Focus, Naruto," Kakashi's voice broke through his thoughts. "You've activated the Sharingan, but now you need to control it. Don't just see with it. Understand it. Use it as a tool, not a crutch."

Naruto nodded, forcing himself to focus. His vision shifted again, and this time, instead of seeing every movement, he let himself sink into the flow of chakra, observing the subtle currents beneath the surface. The Sharingan was a tool, yes—but it was also a window, a way to understand the world in a deeper way. He could feel the power of it, but he didn't have to let it consume him.

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### **The Test of Control**

After a few hours of intense training, Kakashi called for a break. Naruto stood still, sweat dripping from his brow, but his eyes remained sharp, the Sharingan still active. His breathing was steady, but the nagging feeling of unease hadn't quite left him.

Kakashi approached, eyeing him carefully. "You're doing better," he said, his voice thoughtful. "But the next step is a little different. I'm going to test your reaction to something... unexpected."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, but Kakashi didn't give any more explanation. Instead, he made a quick hand sign, and suddenly, two shadowy figures appeared before them. They were cloaked, their features hidden, but Naruto could feel the chakra radiating off them. These weren't just simple shadow clones. These were real, solid figures, with intent. Kakashi had set up an ambush.

Without warning, the two figures lunged at Naruto, one going for his chest while the other aimed for his legs. Instinctively, Naruto stepped back, but his body felt slow, as if his mind was lagging behind. The Sharingan was supposed to give him an advantage, but he realized too late that his hesitation was going to cost him.

The figure coming for his chest swung a hidden blade, and Naruto barely managed to dodge it, the blade grazing his side. The pain was sharp, but not enough to disable him. His Sharingan flared with intensity, and this time, he didn't just see the movements of his attackers. He saw their weaknesses—the points where their attacks could be intercepted, where their chakra was most vulnerable.

With newfound clarity, Naruto reacted. His hand moved like lightning, grabbing the wrist of the attacker at his chest and twisting it with practiced precision. In one fluid motion, he sent the figure sprawling into the dirt. At the same time, he used his other hand to deflect the second attacker's blow, countering with a strike to the figure's side, sending it crashing into a nearby tree.

The two figures disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Naruto standing in the clearing, panting heavily. The world around him felt both clearer and more dangerous.

Kakashi's voice broke the silence. "That was impressive. You didn't let the fear of the unknown control you. You used the Sharingan to see through the situation and act."

Naruto exhaled, the adrenaline slowly leaving his body. But something had changed in him. The test wasn't just about his physical abilities—it was about learning to control his mind, to focus his emotions, and to use his power in the moment of crisis. And for the first time, he felt like he had done that.

But even as he wiped the sweat from his brow, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling that there was still more to learn. There was still a darkness within him, a part of himself he wasn't ready to confront. But for now, he had taken another step forward.

And that was enough.