Naruto:Thunder Cultivation As An Uchiha

The sun hung high over Konoha, its rays illuminating the training grounds where shinobi of all ages practiced tirelessly. Uchiha Hirito sat on the sidelines, leaning against a wooden post with his arms crossed. He watched the others train with varying degrees of focus and intensity—some sparring with kunai, others perfecting their hand seals. Their movements were precise, their techniques impressive, but none of it stirred his interest.

How dull.

I sighed, resting my chin on my hand. Watching others train was pointless when I had barely begun to understand this new body. The techniques they used were unfamiliar, yes, but they lacked the elegance and ferocity of the martial arts from my previous life. Chakra, for all its uniqueness, still felt untapped within me.

My mind wandered as I stared blankly at the scene. The memories of this body told me I should be training alongside them, honing my skills as a newly minted genin. But I couldn't muster the enthusiasm. Not yet.

Why bother? I thought. I should just go home and rest.

With that decision made, I stood and dusted off my pants. My clan's compound wasn't far, and the thought of a quiet nap in my house was more appealing than watching these mundane drills.

Hirito walked through the bustling streets of the Uchiha district, his expression neutral as he passed other clan members. They greeted him with polite nods or brief smiles, acknowledging him as one of their own. He returned their gestures mechanically, his mind elsewhere.

The house loomed ahead—a modest yet proud structure that spoke of the Uchiha's disciplined lifestyle. As he approached, Hirito's thoughts drifted to his family. His father, a jonin and Deputy Chief of the Uchiha Police Council, was rarely home, constantly busy with patrols and managing village security. His mother, a skilled medical ninja, spent most of her time in the clan's medical facilities. Their absence ensured that no one would notice any abnormalities in him, at least not immediately.

Even if they did notice something off, Hirito thought as he reached the front door, they'd probably attribute it to the stress of graduation. Tomorrow's the last day to decide between joining the Police Council or forming a genin team... but I doubt they'd pressure me.

Opening the door, he stepped inside. The house was quiet, the faint scent of wood and parchment lingering in the air. For a moment, the solitude was comforting. He kicked off his sandals and headed to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Dropping onto the futon, Hirito closed his eyes, hoping to let the silence lull him to sleep. But as soon as darkness enveloped his vision, it returned.

The image burned itself into my mind—the Heavenly Demon's crimson eyes, his blade descending mercilessly. I flinched, my body tensing as though the strike had landed again. The memory was vivid, too real to ignore.

My eyes snapped open, the calm of the room doing little to soothe me. Sleep was out of the question. The echoes of my death in Murim clung to me like a shadow, a constant reminder of my failure.

If I can't sleep, then I should at least do something useful.

Sitting upright, I crossed my legs and steadied my breathing. The memories of this body, combined with my own knowledge, painted a clear picture of what I needed to do. The Uchiha clan was renowned for its prowess, and Hirito himself was considered talented. His father had ensured that he graduated only after the Second Shinobi War had ended, sparing him from the battlefield. That foresight had given me this chance.

If this body is as capable as I believe, then I'll unlock its potential. But I'll need more than just chakra...

I thought of the Thunder God Method—one of the three legendary techniques from Murim. My father had refused to teach me, believing I was too young to handle its power. Yet I had studied its principles in secret, glimpsing its potential to make one's body as strong as a god's. The other two methods had been lost to history, save for the Blood Demon Sutra, which the Heavenly Demon had mastered to devastating effect.

If I'd had more time... if I'd been stronger...

The regrets of my past life gnawed at me, but I shoved them aside. I wasn't the same boy anymore. Here, in this new world, I had another chance.

Hirito closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. The room grew still as he began to meditate, reaching inward to connect with the chakra coursing through his body. His mind turned to the Thunder God Method, recalling the intricate patterns of energy manipulation it required. Slowly, he began to guide his chakra, attempting to align it with the method's principles.

At first, there was nothing. His chakra felt sluggish, resistant to his control. But as he persisted, faint sparks began to flicker across his skin, tiny arcs of electricity that danced along his fingertips.

Hirito's lips curled into a faint smile. The sensation was exhilarating, a promise of what could be achieved with enough time and effort. The sparks grew stronger, illuminating the room in brief flashes before fading.

He opened his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead.

The faint crackle of thunder lingered in the air, a testament to my effort. It wasn't much, but it was a start. This body had potential, and with the Thunder God Method, I would surpass the limits of this world.

As I wiped the sweat from my brow, my mind wandered to the Heavenly Demon. He had mastered the Blood Demon Sutra at twenty-three, becoming an unstoppable force. I had died at nineteen, too young, too weak. But now... now I had the opportunity to change everything.

Konoha, this village of order and power, is perfect. I'll rise above them all, and this time, no one will stand in my way.

End of the Chapter.