Location: Slums near Knockturn Alley
Time: Late night, two months before Hogwarts
Harry's breath came in short bursts, each inhale laced with smoke and dust.
He had followed the intel — a hidden cellar where a few remaining dark wizards were trafficking stolen wands and magical creatures. He'd already taken down two guards silently. But now—
A child screamed.
Harry's eyes shot toward the back room — a thin magical barrier between him and a young muggle girl. Her hand was bleeding. The wizard was laughing.
Dark Wizard:
"Stupid brat. You scream again, I'll make sure you never talk again."
Harry's tanto was slick with blood from the last opponent. He gripped it tighter.
Harry (low):
"You're done."
He burst in.
Spells flew — searing blue light. He moved fast, faster than the wizard could react. But then —
A Blasting Curse hit the ceiling.
Debris fell — straight toward the girl.
Harry dove — shielding her, rolling her under the table.
But a second wizard appeared — wand drawn, aim precise.
"Avada Ked—"
The words never finished.
Time slowed. Everything shifted.
Harry's vision blurred… and then sharpened unnaturally.
The world bled red. Movement crystalized. He could see the spell before it left the wand.
He moved.
The world seemed slower to him now.
He struck — fast, silent, brutal. The wand snapped. The man screamed once — then was out cold.
The red glow lingered in his eyes.
Harry clutched his head as the pain flared behind his eyes. A tingling fire spread from his temples to his brain, and a whisper echoed through his mind.
[System Alert: Emotion Surge Detected]
"Sharingan awakened – One Tomoe achieved.
🌌 Scene: Dream World Encounter – "The Copy Ninja"
That night, as Harry meditated with a chakra control scroll, exhaustion finally overtook him.
And then—
He was standing in an endless void, like the inside of a Genjutsu. The air shimmered with chakra, and the sound of wind echoed from nowhere.
A figure emerged from the shadows — tall, masked, one hand in his pocket.
White hair.
Narrow eyes.
Flak vest.
Calm, heavy presence.
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"So… You've awakened it."
Harry (tense):
"Who—?"
Kakashi (eye narrowing):
"Kakashi Hatake. Shinobi. Copy Ninja. And apparently, I'm your mentor now."
Harry stared, stunned. This was the Kakashi. His favorite character growing up. Real, solid, and standing in front of him.
Harry (blinking):
"I thought you were fiction."
Kakashi (shrugging):
"Your world imagined us. This one needs us."
[System Prompt: Mentor Unlocked – Kakashi Hatake]
"Chidori Training Available. Sharingan Combat Guidance Unlocked."
Kakashi (walking slowly):
"You're already on a dangerous path. You've killed. You've saved. But that eye—"
He gestures to Harry's glowing red Sharingan.
"—it's not just a gift. It's a burden. It sees everything… especially the truth."
Harry swallowed. For once, he didn't know what to say.
Kakashi (stopping in front of him):
"So tell me, Harry Potter. Are you prepared to carry the weight of what you see?"
Harry (quietly):
"If it helps me protect them… then yeah. I am."
Kakashi's lone eye crinkled in approval.
Kakashi:
"Then let's begin. We'll start with the basics—how to read movement with your eye, and not just react to it. You've got a lot of work ahead of you."
The dream space shifted — turning into a wooden forest arena. Shadow clones of Kakashi began appearing one by one.
Kakashi:
"Lesson one: Don't blink."
Location: Chakra Simulation Training Ground (System Dreamscape)
Mentor: Kakashi Hatake
Time Passed: Unknown (but felt like hours)
The space around Harry shimmered with static chakra — a perfect replica of a Leaf Village training field, complete with wooden posts, rustling trees, and a soft breeze that never stopped.
In front of him, six Kakashi clones stood spaced evenly apart, hands in their pockets, masks hiding everything but that one critical eye.
Kakashi (original):
"These clones won't hold back. Your Sharingan gives you insight — not instinct. You have to train your body to match what your eyes see."
Harry took a breath, tightening the bandages around his hands.
Harry:
"Got it. Predict. Move. Strike. Don't blink."
Kakashi (nodding):
"Let's begin."
⚔️ Phase 1: Reaction Training
The first clone moved. A blur. A right jab aimed at Harry's shoulder.
Harry's Sharingan flickered red — the motion played out like slow motion. He twisted his body just in time, barely dodging the hit.
But the second clone was already mid-air, descending with a roundhouse kick.
Harry (gritting teeth):
"Tch—Too slow!"
He raised his arms in an X-block, absorbing the blow, skidding back across the dirt.
System Prompt:
"Sharingan Reading – Success."
"Muscle coordination delay – 0.4 seconds. Improve reaction time."
Harry coughed, eyes narrowing. He could see the moves coming. But his body wasn't keeping up.
⚡ Phase 2: Counter and Adaptation
Kakashi's voice echoed through the training ground.
Kakashi:
"Don't just dodge. You need to learn how to punish hesitation. Strike when their momentum breaks."
Clone #3 lunged with a kunai. Harry ducked, barely grazing under it — but this time, he reacted mid-dodge, spinning low and kicking the clone in the ribs.
Poof. The clone vanished in a puff of smoke.
Harry blinked — he did it.
Another clone came in from the right. This time, he reached for his tanto, slashing upward and redirecting the attack. Poof.
He grinned — breathing hard.
Harry (to himself):
"The eye's not just for watching… it's for controlling the rhythm."
🔥 Phase 3: Uchiha Fire
Clone #5 weaved hand signs.
Harry's Sharingan pulsed.
"Jutsu Identified: Great Fireball Technique."
Kakashi Clone:
"Too slow, Potter!"
Harry (focused):
"No. I see it."
His own hands blurred into the signs — Tiger → Boar → Ox → Dog → Snake.
Harry:
"Fire Style — Fireball Jutsu!"
Both fireballs clashed mid-air, exploding into sparks that lit the training field. Smoke swirled. Through it—
Clone #6 burst forward, kunai poised for the final strike.
Harry spun — Sharingan flaring — and nailed him with a roundhouse to the jaw. The clone popped into smoke.
All was quiet.
Then came slow clapping.
👁️ Final Words
Kakashi walked out from behind a tree, arms folded.
Kakashi:
"You learn fast."
Harry wiped the sweat from his brow. His Sharingan faded, eyes returning to green. He fell to one knee, chest heaving.
Harry:
"That… was insane."
Kakashi (grinning):
"You're syncing with your eye. Not just using it. That's the difference between a wielder… and a Shinobi."
He stepped closer, crouching beside him.
Kakashi (serious now):
"Eventually, you'll face opponents who use fear, illusions, and worse. But remember this — the Sharingan reflects your will. The clearer your intent to protect, the stronger your vision becomes."
Harry nodded silently.
🛑 System Prompt:
"Training Session Complete."
"Reflex delay reduced by 0.2 seconds."
"Sharingan Compatibility Increased – 48%"
"Memory of session will imprint in muscle memory during real combat."
As the dream began to fade, Harry glanced back at Kakashi.
Harry (quietly):
"Will I see you again?"
Kakashi (half-turning):
"Whenever you need a teacher… I'll be watching."