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Sharingan Evolution: Proficiency's Path

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The moment Uchiha Seimei opened his eyes, nothing felt right. The ceiling above was unfamiliar, the scent of the air foreign, and his mind… fragmented. His heart pounded in his chest, racing with questions. "Where am I?" In an instant, a flood of memories—strange and disconnected—crashed into him. Faces, names, fragments of battles he had never fought, and… ninja? Konoha? Uchiha? He sat up abruptly, clutching his head as the truth sank in. He wasn’t in his own world anymore. He had been reborn as Uchiha Seimei, a ten-year-old boy in a world where death and war loomed like shadows. A world of shinobi, bloodlines, and monstrous powers. A world on the brink of chaos—the Third Great Ninja War. His heart tightened, not just from the reality of this dangerous new life, but because the body he now inhabited had just lost its parents in the war. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he wasn’t some legendary prodigy. No famed Sharingan awakening. No god-like power. Just an ordinary, ten-year-old Uchiha… or so it seemed. Until the system appeared. In a flash, a translucent blue screen hovered before his eyes, and with it, hope sparked in his chest. plz support me if you can. patreon.com/Mano99 all the fanfic is 30 chapter a had and you will get 1 chapter everyday.
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