UCHIHA JOURNEY TO MULTIVERSE

The Uchiha compound pulsed with restless energy as dusk painted the sky in crimson hues.

In the training yard, Uchiha Mali's figure moved with relentless rhythm, sweat glistening on his skin as he and his ten subordinates pushed their bodies to the brink. No chakra flared—only the raw discipline of taijutsu, the sound of fists and feet meeting wood and stone echoing across the grounds.

Mali's presence was unmistakable: broad-shouldered, every muscle defined by the weight of custom-forged iron bands. Around him, his subordinates strained to keep pace—Shun's silent focus, Kaito's competitive shouts, Yui's gentle encouragement, Ren's explosive laughter, and the others, each with their own drive and pride. Servants bustled at the compound's edge: Hana calling orders, Genji preparing recovery meals, Mio tending the garden, Riku readying water, Aya with towels, Daisuke on watch, and Tama ferrying news from the village.

Between rounds, Mali sat cross-legged, his breath steadying as he drew lightning chakra through his body, refining his muscles and nerves. The discipline was absolute—no jutsu, no outward display, just the quiet mastery of his own limits.

On the compound's outer wall, Shisui crouched, his Sharingan spinning as he observed the scene below. He watched the interplay between Mali and his followers, the easy camaraderie, the fierce loyalty. "He's not just strong," Shisui thought, "he's building something the clan hasn't seen in years. But at what cost?"

Beyond the compound, shadows shifted. Root operatives moved with silent efficiency, their blank masks glinting in the fading light. They watched every entrance and exit, noting every visitor, every pattern. In the alleys nearby, whispers passed between them. "Orders are clear. Observe and report. If he moves, we move."

In the Hokage's office, Hiruzen Sarutobi listened as his advisors debated. Homura's voice was sharp." He is like Uchiha madara!"

l." Koharu's tone was softer, but no less urgent. "The Uchiha are restless. Mali's rise is stirring old fears." Danzo's eyes were cold, his words measured. "Containment is the only answer."

Hiruzen's gaze lingered on the village rooftops visible through his window. "We will not provoke a crisis. I will try to reach him myself."

That afternoon, as Mali's training ended, a squad of masked ANBU appeared at the compound gate. Daisuke, the stoic gatekeeper, signaled the approach. Mali, flanked by Shun and Kaito, stepped forward.

The ANBU leader's voice was flat. "Uchiha Mali, by order of the Hokage, you are summoned to hokage office ."

Mali's eyes narrowed, but his tone was calm. " I will not go"

The ANBU stepped closer. "We insist."

Mali's subordinates tensed, but he raised a hand. "If you want to test my resolve, you're welcome to try."

The clash was brief. No jutsu, only the sound of bodies moving at impossible speed. Mali's taijutsu overwhelmed the ANBU, sending them sprawling but unharmed. He stood over them, breathing steady.

"Tell the Hokage," Mali said, "if he wishes to speak, he can come himself. I will not bow to threats."

On a nearby rooftop, Shisui exhaled, tension in his jaw. "He's stronger than I thought. If this continues, the village will see him as a threat."

Later, in a quiet corner of the Uchiha compound, Itachi's fists clenched as he watched Mali's subordinates gather around their leader, laughing and sharing stories. "He is bringing chaos to village ," Itachi thought bitterly. "But I'll surpass him. I have to."

As night fell, Root operatives reported back, their voices low. "He refused the Hokage's summons. Overpowered the ANBU. The clan rallies behind him."

Inside the compound, Mali gathered his subordinates and household for dinner. Genji served mountains of food, Hana kept order, and Tama relayed the latest village gossip. Shun and Yui quietly discussed the ANBU encounter, while Ren and Kaito boasted about their training gains. Mio placed fresh flowers on the table, and Aya patched up bruises with a gentle touch.

At the head of the table, Mali's laughter rang out, warm and unyielding. "We train, we eat, we grow stronger. Let the village watch—they'll see what true Uchiha pride looks like."

Outside, the shadows deepened. Every eye in Konoha seemed fixed on the Uchiha compound, waiting to see what the next dawn would bring.