Naruto: I am Morro/killer seven

The morning sun crept over the horizon, its rays painting the Hidden Leaf Village in hues of gold and amber. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and blooming flowers. It was the first day of the academy, and a quiet tension simmered beneath the surface of the village. Among the bustling families and chattering children, one figure stood apart. His dark eyes reflected the morning light, glinting with a faint, eerie glow. He was Ishiro Uchiha, the elder brother of Shisui, and on this day, his life was about to change.

Ishiro woke before dawn, as he often did, his dreams haunted by vivid, incomprehensible visions. The ghostly outlines of serpentine dragons and swirling green energy danced in his mind, their presence both terrifying and alluring. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the lingering images, and glanced at the sword leaning against his bedroom wall. It was unlike any weapon forged in the Hidden Leaf—the Sword of Sanctuary, a relic that seemed to pulse faintly in the morning light, as though alive.

"Another dream?" Shisui's voice cut through the quiet. Ishiro turned to see his younger brother standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Just a restless night," Ishiro replied, forcing a small smile. "You should get ready. Today's important."

Shisui grinned, his youthful excitement bubbling to the surface. "You're coming too, right? I mean, it's your first day at the academy too."

Ishiro nodded, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The strange energy within him, the memories that didn't belong, and the powers he could feel lurking beneath his skin—he couldn't shake the feeling that today would be different. Dangerous.

The academy grounds were buzzing with energy. Children of all clans gathered, their laughter and chatter creating a symphony of innocence and anticipation. Ishiro walked alongside Shisui, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He kept his expression neutral, masking the turmoil within. He had been careful not to reveal his abilities, not even to his family. The thought of what the Uchiha clan elders might do if they discovered his secret sent a shiver down his spine.

As the day's lessons began, Ishiro's focus wavered. The instructors' words faded into the background as his mind drifted. He felt the strange energy stirring within him, like a storm trapped in a bottle. He clenched his fists, willing it to remain dormant. But as the afternoon sparring sessions began, his control was put to the test.

Ishiro faced a boy from the Nara clan, their match drawing the attention of the other students. The Nara boy smirked, his confidence evident. "You're an Uchiha? Let's see if you're as good as they say."

The fight began, and Ishiro moved with calculated precision, his Sharingan not yet awakened but his instincts sharp. The Nara boy attempted to ensnare him with a shadow technique, but Ishiro evaded, his movements fluid and deliberate. The crowd murmured in awe, but Ishiro felt the storm within him surge. He could feel the power clawing to be released, the energy of the thousands demon blade whispering in his mind.

In a split second, the boy's shadow jutsu faltered, and Ishiro moved to strike. But before his blow landed, a surge of green energy erupted from his hand, sending his opponent sprawling. The crowd gasped, and Ishiro's heart pounded in his chest. He stepped back, his breathing ragged, and looked down at his hands. They glowed faintly with the spectral green aura he had seen in his dreams.

"Ishiro!" Shisui's voice broke through the stunned silence. His younger brother's eyes were wide with shock and worry. "What was that?"

"I... I don't know," Ishiro stammered, his mind racing. He clenched his fists, willing the energy to dissipate. He couldn't let them see. He couldn't let them know.

The instructor's voice cut through the tension, commanding the students to disperse. Ishiro avoided everyone's gaze, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear and confusion. He slipped away from the crowd, retreating to a quiet corner of the academy grounds.

There, beneath the shade of an ancient oak tree, Ishiro tried to steady his breathing. The green energy crackled faintly around him, refusing to be ignored. He reached for the Sword of Sanctuary, its presence grounding him. As he gripped the hilt, a strange sense of calm washed over him, as though the sword understood his turmoil.

"You're not just an Uchiha," a voice whispered, startling him. Ishiro turned to see a figure cloaked in shadows. The man's face was obscured, but his presence was unnerving. "The power you wield… it's ancient. Dangerous."

Ishiro's grip tightened on the sword. "Who are you? What do you know about me?"

The figure chuckled, a low, sinister sound. "You'll find out soon enough. But be careful, Ishiro Uchiha. The storm within you is only beginning."

Before Ishiro could respond, the figure vanished, leaving him alone beneath the tree. His mind raced with questions, but he had no answers. He looked down at his hands, the green energy now faint but still present. He couldn't deny it any longer. He was different. And if the mysterious figure was right, his differences would soon put him in danger.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Ishiro returned home, his steps heavy with the weight of the day's revelations. Shisui greeted him with a smile, but the worry in his eyes was evident. "Are you okay, brother? You seemed… off today."

Ishiro forced a smile. "I'm fine, Shisui. Just tired."

But as he lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, Ishiro knew that his life would never be the same. The storm within him was growing, and he could only hope he would be strong enough to face it.