Naruto: I am Morro/killer seven

The morning after the incident at the academy was anything but ordinary. Ishiro woke with a start, drenched in sweat. The ghostly whispers of his dreams lingered in his mind, fragmented memories of battles fought with emerald flames and spectral energy. As sunlight filtered into his room, his gaze drifted to the Sword of Sanctuary leaning against the wall. Its silent presence felt heavier today, a constant reminder of the storm raging within him.

Downstairs, Shisui greeted him with his usual cheerful demeanor, but the tension between them was palpable. Over breakfast, Shisui's curious eyes darted to his older brother, clearly wanting to ask about yesterday's strange display. Ishiro avoided his gaze, pretending to focus on his rice. He couldn't afford to let Shisui or anyone else dig too deeply. Not yet.

As the two brothers made their way to the academy, Ishiro felt the weight of countless eyes on him. Whispers followed in his wake.

"Did you see that yesterday? He's not normal."

"I heard his attack wasn't just chakra… it was something else."

"Do you think he's dangerous?"

Ishiro clenched his fists, keeping his head down. Shisui, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood with jokes and chatter, but even he couldn't drown out the murmurs.

The morning's lessons were a blur. Ishiro struggled to focus, his mind replaying yesterday's events. The memory of the green energy erupting from his hand filled him with equal parts awe and dread. What was it? How had he unleashed it? And most importantly, could he control it?

By midday, the tension came to a head during a group exercise. The students were tasked with practicing taijutsu in pairs, but no one wanted to partner with Ishiro. He could feel their fear, their unease. Finally, the instructor paired him with a Hyūga boy named Ren, who regarded Ishiro with thinly veiled suspicion.

"Try not to blow me up," Ren muttered as they squared off.

Ishiro didn't respond. He focused on controlling his breathing, grounding himself. The match began, and Ren attacked with swift, precise strikes, his Byakugan activated. Ishiro dodged and countered, his movements fluid but restrained. He fought defensively, terrified of losing control again.

But Ren was relentless. Frustrated by Ishiro's evasiveness, he pushed harder, his strikes grazing Ishiro's arms and torso. The pain ignited something within him. The green energy flickered at the edges of his vision, begging to be released.

"No," Ishiro whispered to himself, clenching his fists.

"What's the matter, Uchiha?" Ren taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Afraid to fight back?"

Ishiro's restraint snapped. In a blur of motion, he surged forward, his speed catching Ren off guard. He feinted to the left, then struck from the right, his fist connecting with Ren's jaw. The force sent the Hyūga sprawling, and the crowd erupted in murmurs.

But it wasn't the punch that stunned them. It was the faint trail of emerald light that lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of Ishiro's hidden power.

"Ishiro, that's enough!" the instructor barked, stepping between them.

Ishiro froze, his chest heaving. He looked down at his hands, his heart sinking. The energy had surfaced again, and this time, there was no denying it.

After class, Ishiro avoided everyone, retreating to a secluded part of the training grounds. He sat beneath a gnarled tree, his head in his hands.

"I can't keep this up," he muttered. "If they find out…"

"You'll be hunted," a familiar voice interrupted.

Ishiro's head snapped up. The shadowy figure from yesterday stood before him, his presence as unnerving as ever.

"Who are you?" Ishiro demanded, rising to his feet. "Why are you following me?"

The figure chuckled, his voice a low, gravelly hum. "You're not ready for the answers you seek. But know this, Ishiro Uchiha: the power you wield is not of this world. If you don't learn to control it, it will consume you."

"Then teach me," Ishiro said, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him.

The figure regarded him silently for a moment, then shook his head. "Your journey is yours to walk. But beware, Ishiro. The storm within you will attract others—those who seek to use you, and those who seek to destroy you."

With that, the figure vanished, leaving Ishiro alone once more.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Ishiro returned home, his mind a whirlwind of questions and doubts. Shisui greeted him with a smile, but Ishiro could see the worry in his younger brother's eyes.

"Are you okay, brother?" Shisui asked softly.

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

But as he lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, Ishiro knew the truth. He wasn't fine. The storm within him was growing stronger, and the shadows that watched him from the edges of his world were closing in.