Naruto: My Progress in Konoha.

With a single thought, Uchiha Haruki closed his status panel. He was just about to perform the Mind Reflection Technique, the final step to break through his last bottleneck and awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.

But just as he raised his hands to form the seals, he suddenly paused.

Although memories from his past life told him that awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan wouldn't cause any external phenomenon...

Still—

Just in case, Haruki decided to leave the Kogumura base and find a more secluded place to complete this transformation.

As it happened, he already knew a good spot nearby—hidden and isolated.

Without delay, Haruki quietly slipped out of the base without informing anyone.

After traveling for over ten miles, Haruki arrived at a mountain ravine.

This place was known as Flying Stone Ravine. Remote and surrounded by jagged, eerie rock formations, it had no valuable strategic targets.

So, whether it was Iwagakure shinobi, Konoha shinobi, or ninjas from other villages—no one would usually come here.

He had passed by it once during a previous raid on an Iwagakure supply station and noted it as an excellent hiding place.

Now, he channeled chakra to his feet, scaled the rocky cliffside, and quickly made his way deeper into the ravine.

Before long, he heard the faint trickling of water coming from the depths.

Looking down, Haruki saw a clear stream flowing gently. Occasionally, rocks blocked its path, producing a rhythmic "ding-dong, ding-dong" sound.

The sound was tranquil and calming. The slight nervousness in his heart—triggered by the impending Mangekyō awakening—gradually settled.

Haruki flashed down beside the stream, scanned the surroundings, and muttered, "This spot should be good enough…"

With that, he found a large boulder, swept it clean with a gust of Wind Release chakra, and sat cross-legged on top of it.

Now that his emotions had stabilized, he closed his eyes to further relax, trying to achieve a state of complete inner peace.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Half an hour later—

Once Haruki reached his mental peak and his emotions fully calmed, he suddenly opened his eyes, swiftly formed seals, and activated the Mind Reflection Technique.

Although it had been a while since he'd used the technique, thanks to the status panel's "once-learned, forever-mastered" system, his execution was flawless.

In an instant, the Level 7 Mind Reflection Technique was cast.

A special chakra surged through his brain, flowing into his eyes and invading his optic nerves.

Everything unfolded exactly as it had when leveling up the Sharingan in the past. Haruki didn't sense anything unusual.

And that... was not a good sign—because that meant his Sharingan wasn't evolving.

As the seconds passed, the amount of special chakra dwindled. Haruki's heart began to sink.

Just when he thought the Mind Reflection Technique alone wouldn't be enough to trigger the final metamorphosis...

Change suddenly erupted.

The moment the last trace of chakra flooded his eyes, it was as if a hidden switch had been flipped—his eyes began to undergo a violent transformation.

An overwhelming suction force burst from both of his eyes, greedily drawing in chakra from deep within his body.

"Ugh—!"

Haruki clutched his eyes, groaning in pain.

Rivulets of blood seeped through his fingers, quickly staining the backs of his hands.

Right now, Haruki was extremely grateful he had left the Kogumura base. Otherwise, the intense chakra fluctuations erupting from his body would surely have drawn unwanted attention.

He truly hadn't expected awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan to cause such a commotion.

In his memory, whether it was Uchiha Itachi or Uchiha Sasuke, they seemed to awaken it without much spectacle.

"Maybe… this is the price of defying fate..."

Haruki thought to himself.

Originally, this body didn't even have the potential to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.

In fact, without his transmigration, it might not have even awakened a single tomoe.

So what he was doing now—was, in many ways, an act of changing destiny.

It wasn't surprising that his path would be different from others.

As these thoughts flickered through his mind, Haruki gritted his teeth and focused on sensing the changes within his eyes.

And what he felt shocked him to the core.

At that moment, both his Sharingan eyes had become bottomless pits, madly devouring his chakra.

But Haruki couldn't sense where all that chakra was going.

Faintly, he felt that something deep inside him was changing—perhaps his genetic makeup, or something even more fundamental.

Whatever it was, these changes were triggering the evolution of his Sharingan—leading it toward the Mangekyō stage.

At the same time, his spiritual energy surged, and a powerful, suffocating pressure weighed down on his body.

Haruki groaned again, more blood flowing from his eyes, splattering the ground beneath.

If not for the clear signs of his Sharingan evolving, Haruki might've thought he was dying.

Time crawled by…

Three minutes passed.

The pain finally began to recede, and Haruki let out a long breath.

In his mind, those three minutes had felt like three days.

At last, it was over.

After a few more moments of recovery, the pain disappeared entirely. Haruki was finally ready to examine the result of his evolution.

Jumping down from the boulder, he approached the edge of the stream. Using the mirror-like water surface, he activated his Sharingan.

His pupils instantly turned crimson red.

A single black dot sat in the center, surrounded by three tomoe evenly spaced at 120-degree angles—the standard Three Tomoe Sharingan.

But that—was just the beginning.

With a thought, Haruki urged the Sharingan to evolve.

In the next moment, the three tomoe in his eyes elongated sharply. The heads of the tomoe curved inward, merging with the central black dot.

The black dot expanded, now occupying nearly one-third of his pupil.

Then, the elongated tails of the tomoe split into two, forming six curved black lines, all radiating outward at 60-degree intervals and connecting back to the central black circle.

Altogether, his eyes now resembled a stylized black sun, simple yet profoundly mysterious.

There was no doubt—

This was the Mangekyō Sharingan.

His Sharingan had successfully evolved!

At that moment, Haruki felt an unimaginable power surging through his eyes—as if a single thought could unleash devastating force.

Of course, he understood this was mostly due to the temporary surge in spiritual energy.

Still, even so, his strength had increased dramatically.

Even without testing it, he could tell that his genjutsu capabilities alone had just jumped several tiers.

And more importantly…

Now that he had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan—

He should also possess two unique ocular abilities.