The air in the mortuary was thick with the scent of death. Bodies of fallen Uchiha clansmen lay silent under white sheets, victims of a massacre that had shaken the entire village. Among them, Renji's body rested cold and unmoving, his face pale and lifeless. The silence of the room was suddenly broken when Renji's body jerked—his eyes snapping open.
A scream ripped through the stillness as his lungs filled with air, an involuntary response from a body that was supposed to be dead. The medical shinobi nearby rushed to the scene, their eyes wide with disbelief. The boy, who had been declared deceased hours ago, was now alive, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His eyes, wide with confusion and fear, scanned the room in a daze, the overwhelming sensations of a body that wasn't his own crashing over him.
The medical team moved quickly, attempting to stabilize him. His body seemed to pulse with an unfamiliar energy, almost as if he were awakening to something far beyond the normal human threshold. But the chaos of the moment didn't last long. Renji's body slumped back into unconsciousness, and the room fell silent again, save for the frantic whispers of the medical shinobi.
"Report it to the Hokage," one of the shinobi murmured. "This... this isn't something we can ignore."
Without hesitation, the report was made. The Hokage's office was soon filled with messages of the strange occurrence in the mortuary. Hiruzen Sarutobi, now fully aware that something unprecedented had just happened, leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He didn't immediately jump to conclusions, though his mind was already working, calculating the possibilities, weighing the situation. Renji, the son of Miyako, had somehow survived the massacre—a child thought to have been killed along with the rest of his clan. His revival was no mere coincidence, but Hiruzen wasn't sure what it meant yet.
The Hokage understood the significance of this event. The Uchiha clan's eyes—their Sharingan—held incredible power, and whatever had happened in the mortuary wasn't something that could be easily explained away. There were risks, of course. He would inevitably become a symbol—either of hope or of unrest, depending on how this situation was handled.
For now, Renji would be kept under close watch. The Hokage instructed his most trusted medical nin to continue monitoring the boy's recovery. There was no telling how this would unfold, but one thing was certain: the village was on the precipice of something monumental, and Renji would play a part in whatever came next. Hiruzen's eyes narrowed as he considered the boy's future. How would the village react to this sudden turn of events? And what role would Renji play in the coming storm?
The Hokage's mind moved quickly, already thinking of the next steps, calculating the risks and benefits. But for now, he did nothing but wait.
Meanwhile, unnoticed by the chaos unfolding in the mortuary, something else happened in the shadows. Four Uchiha bodies, still and lifeless, were silently wrapped in a dark, creeping shadow. No one saw them vanish, no one heard the soft rustle of their departure. In the midst of the confusion and panic, the four bodies disappeared without a trace, fading into the abyss. No one had noticed the missing corpses, but their absence would have grave consequences in the days to come.