Cursed Uchiha - Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Rasengan
The pre-dawn darkness of the Uchiha compound was a familiar canvas for Dom’s early morning endeavors. He sat in the quiet solitude of his own room, the luxury of privacy still a novel comfort. His meditation began, three hours of unwavering focus, a disciplined ritual that had become as essential as breathing. The Cursed Energy within him, already a vast and deep ocean compared to the shallow pond it had once been, responded to his will, cycling, refining, and preparing for its next infusion of system-generated power.
When the mental chime signaled the end of his session, the familiar blue panel glowed in his mind’s eye.
[Points: 180]
His Cursed Energy Control had already reached the pinnacle of 100% a while back – a feat that still sent a thrill of disbelief through him. There was no further a mortal could progress in that aspect, according to the system. So, the path forward was clear: raw power.
‘System, all 180 points into Cursed Energy Level.’
The influx was potent. He felt his already substantial reserves swell, a cool, dense energy expanding within him, not just in quantity but in a subtle, qualitative shift. It felt heavier, more potent, like highly compressed air ready to explode outwards. His current Cursed Energy Level was 60, and the cost to reach the next level was less than the 180 points he’d just earned. The points were absorbed, and then—
[System Notification: Cursed Energy (Yin Chakra) has reached Level 61.]
[System Notification: Host has met all prerequisites. Status Advancement Imminent!]
[Status Update: Grade 2 Sorcerer (Chunin Ninja) -> Grade 1 Sorcerer (Jonin Ninja)]
A profound change rippled through Dom’s being. It wasn’t just a number increasing on a mental screen. He felt a distinct threshold being crossed, a fundamental shift in his energetic signature. His Cursed Energy now possessed a depth, a gravitas that was undeniably Jonin-class.
Simultaneously with this status upgrade, an intense, almost overwhelmingly cold energy surged from his core directly towards his eyes. It wasn’t painful, but it was incredibly powerful, a concentrated torrent of refined Yin Chakra. His eyes, which had been closed in meditation, snapped open of their own accord. The dim light of his room seemed to warp and sharpen, colors gaining an impossible vibrancy.
His Sharingan activated automatically, not with the familiar dual tomoe, but with a new, perfect configuration. He didn’t need a mirror to know. He could feel the change, see the world through a lens of heightened perception that was breathtaking. Three sleek, black tomoe now spun gracefully in each crimson iris.
[Innate Technique: Sharingan (Lv2 – Dual Tomoe) -> Sharingan (Lv3 – Triple Tomoe)]
[Sharingan (Lv3): Triple Tomoe. All previous abilities significantly enhanced (perception, chakra-seeing, predictive movement reading, D/C-rank jutsu copying). New Capability Unlocked: Basic Genjutsu Casting. The user can now initiate illusionary techniques by making eye contact, leveraging the Sharingan’s potent visual prowess.]
Jonin. Triple Tomoe Sharingan. At six years old.
Dom let out a slow, shaky breath, the sheer magnitude of his own power almost overwhelming him for a moment.
Genjutsu.
The Uchiha’s feared illusory arts were now within his grasp. He could already imagine the possibilities, the tactical advantages. This wasn’t just a power-up; it was a paradigm shift in his potential capabilities.
He sat there for a long moment, simply absorbing the new sensations, the heightened clarity of his vision, the denser thrum of Jonin-level Cursed Energy circulating within him. A six-year-old Jonin. The rarity of such a thing in the Naruto world was astronomical. Perhaps only the greatest prodigies, the true monsters of talent, ever reached such heights so young – and usually with the aid of bloodline-specific training from birth, or as Jinchuriki.
His mind, ever analytical, began to assess the current power landscape of Konoha. ‘Kage-level strength… who truly possesses it right now? Uchiha Fugaku, my dear estranged uncle, is certainly up there. Clan head, powerful Sharingan, likely Mangekyo if canon is to be believed, though he keeps it hidden. The Sandaime Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen… he was hailed as the ‘God of Shinobi’ in his prime, but he’s old now. Probably around sixty, if not more. Age dulls even the sharpest kunai. Is he still truly Kage-level in a practical combat sense, or is much of his current standing based on reputation, experience, and political power? It’s a question mark.’
He continued his internal assessment. ‘Jiraiya, the Toad Sannin. Definitely Kage-level, if not higher when he gets serious. His recent exploits in the war prove that. Orochimaru, though now a rogue, was undoubtedly Kage-level too. Tsunade… her current whereabouts and condition are unknown to me, but she’s another Sannin. So, a handful at best.’
Then, another name flashed into his mind, a name synonymous with genius and a particular, iconic jutsu. ‘Minato Namikaze. The Yellow Flash. The Yondaime Hokage.’ Minato was gone, of course, having sacrificed himself during the Kyuubi attack just over six months ago. But his legacy, and his techniques, lived on.
And that led Dom to a startling thought.
Rasengan.
The Spiraling Sphere. Minato’s signature jutsu, an A-rank technique of pure shape transformation and chakra control, requiring no hand seals. In the Naruto world, it was one of the most versatile and iconic offensive techniques, used extensively by Naruto Uzumaki later on.
‘The Rasengan’s core principles are extreme chakra control and the highest degree of shape transformation,’ Dom mused, his new triple-tomoed Sharingan almost buzzing with intellectual curiosity. ‘It’s about compressing and rotating chakra into a perfect sphere. Traditionally, it involves painstaking stages: bursting a water balloon, then a rubber ball, then maintaining rotation in an empty balloon… all to master the power, rotation, and containment.’
A slow smile spread across Dom’s face. ‘But I have 100% Cursed Energy control. Perfect. Flawless. The system itself says so. Do I really need those tedious intermediate steps? Or can I… just do it?’ The idea was audacious.
The Rasengan was a notoriously difficult technique, one that even Kakashi Hatake, a genius in his own right, had failed to combine with his elemental nature.
But Dom’s control wasn’t just ‘good’ or ‘excellent.’ It was, according to his system, absolute.
He stood up, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. He moved to the center of his small room, ensuring he had space. He closed his eyes for a moment, not his physical eyes, but his mental focus, visualizing the Rasengan as he’d seen it countless times in the anime. A swirling, condensed sphere of pure energy.
He extended his right hand, palm up. Then, he began to draw upon his Cursed Energy – his Yin Chakra. He didn’t try to force it. With his perfect control, it was like guiding a perfectly obedient extension of his own will. He envisioned the energy flowing into his palm, then initiating a multi-directional rotation, faster and faster, while simultaneously compressing it, containing it within an invisible spherical shell.
There was no struggle, no explosive burst of uncontrolled energy, no failed attempts that sent him flying. It was… surprisingly, almost frighteningly, easy. The Cursed Energy in his palm began to churn, to spin, a visible vortex of pale blue-black Yin Chakra coalescing with impossible speed and precision. It condensed, stabilized, and within seconds, a small, perfectly formed sphere of wildly rotating energy, about the size of his childish palm, sat there, humming with contained power.
It was a Rasengan. A Yin Chakra Rasengan.
Dom stared at it, utterly gobsmacked. It was smaller than the ones Naruto or Minato typically wielded, but it was undeniably, unequivocally, a Rasengan. The sheer, unadulterated power radiating from it, the violent spin, the perfect spherical shape – it was all there.
‘One hundred percent CE control,’ he thought, a touch of hysteria in his internal voice, ‘is not just a stat. It’s a bloody cheat code. A literal bug in the matrix of this world’s power system.’
As if on cue, a familiar blue panel flickered before his eyes.
[System Notification: Through exceptional understanding of energy manipulation and perfect control, Host has successfully conceptualized and manifested an A-Rank Kinjutsu-level technique.]
[Skill Learned: Rasengan Lv1]
Description: A sphere of pure, compressed, and rapidly rotating Cursed Energy, formed and held in the user’s palm. Deals devastating grinding damage upon impact.
Current Power (Lv1): Moderate. Size and destructive force will increase with skill level and Cursed Energy output.
Dom let out a slightly manic chuckle. He’d just casually created an A-rank jutsu, one that took geniuses years to master (or create, in Minato’s case), simply by thinking about it and having perfect control.
He needed to test it, to understand its properties beyond the system description. Carefully, he maintained the swirling sphere in his hand – it felt surprisingly stable, requiring minimal effort to sustain – and moved to the small, private training ground in their garden. The sun was just beginning to paint the eastern sky, and the compound was still mostly quiet.
He found a patch of bare, hard-packed earth. Taking a deep breath, he thrust his palm forward, pressing the small, churning Rasengan against the ground.
The effect was instantaneous and brutal. There wasn’t a concussive blast like a simple punch would create. Instead, the moment the Rasengan made contact, it bit into the earth, the high-speed rotation grinding and gouging out a perfectly spherical crater. Dirt and small stones were flung outwards as the technique bored downwards, leaving a raw, chipped cavity nearly a foot deep before the Rasengan dissipated with a final, violent whorl of energy.
Dom whistled under his breath, examining the damage. “Yep, that’s a Rasengan alright. Not an impact, but a grinder. It doesn’t just push; it tears, it shreds, it obliterates whatever it touches from the inside out.” He flexed his hand, the phantom sensation of the swirling energy still tingling in his palm. “A very powerful, very dangerous technique indeed. And I can just… make them.”
He returned to the house as the aroma of breakfast began to fill the air, his mind still buzzing with the implications of his newfound power. Jonin-level CE, triple tomoe Sharingan with Genjutsu capabilities, and now a self-learned Rasengan. The game had changed, drastically.
His parents were already in the kitchen, Hana humming as she prepared miso soup, Hiroshi reading a scroll – likely a report, or perhaps even fan mail for Hari Potā.
“Good morning, Dom,” Hana said cheerfully. “Sleep well?”
“Morning, Mom, Dad,” Dom replied, taking his seat. “Slept like a log that knows it’s about to become a Jonin.” He added the last part under his breath.
“How was the academy yesterday, son?” Hiroshi asked, lowering his scroll. “Still finding history a challenge?” he added, a teasing glint in his eye.
Dom grinned. “Let’s just say the founding of Konoha is less interesting than the dynamics of a well-thrown shuriken. Speaking of which, Itachi-niisan is still the resident genius. Perfect scores in everything, barely breaks a sweat.”
Hana, as Itachi’s aunt (however estranged her relationship with Fugaku was), beamed with a touch of familial pride. “Well, Itachi has always been a very dedicated and gifted boy. It runs in the Uchiha blood, that talent.”
Hiroshi chuckled, ruffling Dom’s hair. “Now, now, Dom, don’t underestimate yourself. You’re a genius too, in your own way. Not everyone can write stories that captivate the entire Fire Nation, after all.”
Dom leaned back, a wide, confident smile spreading across his face. “What are you saying, Dad? You think I’m going to brood over Itachi being called a genius?” He puffed out his small chest theatrically. “Please. I am a much better, far more interesting, and significantly more well-rounded genius than Itachi Uchiha ever could be.” He then burst into a hearty, childish laugh.
His parents exchanged amused, indulgent smiles. Their son, with his strange pronouncements and quirky humor, was certainly one of a kind. They chalked it up to his imaginative nature, the same nature that birthed his fantastical stories.
Only Dom knew the staggering truth behind his boast. Jonin-class Cursed Energy reserves. A triple-tomoe Sharingan capable of casting Genjutsu and copying jutsu. The Reinforcement skill that granted superhuman strength and speed. The Perception skill that made him a walking radar. The almost mythical Reverse Curse technique for healing. And now, the Rasengan, an A-rank offensive powerhouse.
He wasn’t entirely sure of his limits yet. He hadn’t been in a true, life-or-death battle since his reincarnation. But as he calmly ate his breakfast, a cold, hard certainty settled within him. ‘As long as I’m fighting against Chunin-ranked ninja or below… I can definitely defeat them. Probably without breaking too much of a sweat.’
Against Itachi? That will be too easy. After all, Itachi is still just a Genin class ninja at max.