"I saw everything… and I will keep seeing everything."
The voice was cold, without a shred of doubt.
"If you so much as touch a single hair on Sasuke… I'll reveal all of Konoha's secrets."
Itachi, his ANBU mask hiding his face, spoke without hesitation.
And just as quickly as he appeared, he vanished into the mist.
Danzō frowned.
He clicked his tongue and muttered a curse at the Uchiha—
Before a deafening explosion roared from the other side of the compound.
—"…Find out what that was." His voice was sharp.
Three Root operatives disappeared instantly.
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In the forest, beyond the walls of the Uchiha clan, a thirteen-year-old boy ran with his heart ready to burst.
His breathing was ragged. His vision, blurry.
Uchiha Kuroya. That was his name… though it hadn't always been.
He was a transmigrator.
Just an ordinary Naruto fan… until he suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the bloodiest night in Konoha's history.
The exact moment the Uchiha clan would be erased from existence.
"No way… No way…"
His family belonged to the extremist faction that supported a coup. Fortunately, they had stockpiled explosive tags.
With the few fragments of memory he had from his previous life, he did the only thing he could think of:
He set them off.
A roar of fire and smoke swallowed part of the compound. The distraction worked… but it wouldn't last.
Now he could only run, while the ANBU, Root, and even the "unfilial son" hunted down survivors.
"This body's physical ability is trash… barely genin level…" Escaping from ANBU was almost impossible.
His only hope was the system—the golden finger every transmigrator should receive.
But… nothing happened.
—Hagoromo! —he shouted desperately, still running—. I'm a descendant of your son, save me!
Silence.
—Black Zetsu! Come on, I know you can hear me!
Nothing.
His screams called no help… but they could call enemies.
And if he thought about it, the Uchiha compound probably had detection seals to catch anyone trying to flee.
His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the damp grass.
His breathing burned his chest.
At that moment, the image of Itachi flashed in his mind… and his chest filled with rage.
In his past life, he'd seen him as a martyr, a silent hero.
Now, living as an Uchiha, he understood the truth: Itachi was nothing but a dog of Konoha's higher-ups.
"Itachi… Hiruzen… Danzō…" He hated them. All of them.
They were the ones who doomed the clan.
And the seed of it all… had been Tobirama Senju, with his poisonous distrust toward the Uchiha.
Did he ever respect Kagami Uchiha?
Probably not.
Maybe he just used him to pacify the clan's anger, giving them false hope.
And Kagami's disappearance… who knew? Perhaps that, too, was his doing.
"Tobirama… damn you…"
He was tired of hating.
He hated being reborn here.
He hated knowing that even if he survived, he would have to hide forever.
The ANBU, Root, Itachi… even Obito… all would want him dead.
A branch cracked nearby.
—An Uchiha survivor… kill him.
Three masked figures appeared before him.
Their kunai glinted under the moonlight.
Kuroya smiled… tired, but with a strange light in his eyes.
He turned his head.
And in that instant—
The pupils of the three Root operatives shrank.
The world seemed to stop.
Mangekyō Sharingan.