What does it feel like to wake up and find yourself Transmigrated into the Ninja World?
Others might not know, but Kyosuke, at least, felt incredibly annoyed.
It would have been fine if he had just Transmigrated to the Ninja World, where he could live a leisurely life in Konoha, fishing and chasing after the beauties from the original story.
But Transmigrating to the Warring States Period? What the hell was that?
Clutching his throbbing head, Kyosuke staggered to a mirror, looked at the unusually delicate face staring back, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
The Warring States Period, ah, was arguably the darkest era of the Ninja World.
Various Families slaughtered each other for profit, and it wasn't uncommon to see five or six-year-old children on the battlefield.
For example, the young man in the mirror, Uchiha Kyosuke, was only seven years old and had already been sent on an assassination mission behind enemy lines.
"It's utterly inhumane," Kyosuke sighed softly.
Transmigrating to become a Bloodline of Indra meant a life destined for unrest, but fortunately, Kyosuke's Heart-Nature was resilient, and he quickly adjusted his mindset.
Compared to the issue of his identity, he was more concerned about one thing now.
His eyes in the mirror were shining with an ominous crimson light.
Sharingan!
"Activating the Sharingan at seven years old, if that got out, it would probably scare a lot of people to death."
This was not like the Konoha era; Uchiha Itachi activated his at eight, and Sasuke managed it at seven.
It didn't seem like a big deal.
One must know that ordinary Uchiha members usually had to wait until they were sixteen or seventeen to be able to activate their Bloodline Limit.
In the original story, Lord Madara activated his at fifteen, and he was already hailed as a rare Genius.
Kyosuke knew very well that if the news got out, he would immediately escape the fate of a cannon fodder and receive extensive cultivation within the Family.
However, overly astonishing talent could also invite hostility.
Those forces hostile to the Uchiha Clan would not sit idly by and watch him develop; assassination was bound to happen.
Moreover, there was Black Zetsu, that old schemer, lurking in the shadows; if he was targeted, the young Kyosuke would be utterly defenseless.
"I'll keep it a secret for now; Uchiha Tajima is not a magnanimous person."
Tajima, the current Clan Chief of the Uchiha Clan, and the biological father of Madara and Izuna.
This person was gloomy, deeply cunning, and a true schemer.
Everyone liked a Genius, but everything had its limits.
Once Uchiha Tajima believed that Kyosuke's existence threatened his two sons, his fate would likely not be pleasant.
"The Awakening of the Sharingan is most likely the result of Soul Fusion."
"I can feel my Mental Energy growing almost every moment."
"In short, if I can endure, I will have a chance to rise in the future."
Donning the light armor unique to the Warring States Period and tidying the ninja tool pouch at his waist, Kyosuke pushed aside the curtain and quickly exited the tent.
This place was located in the south of the Land of Fire, a habitat for the Nara Clan, Akimichi Clan, Yamanaka Clan, and other tribes.
These Families had always been on good terms with the Senju Clan, and with the war currently in a critical phase, Tajima, feeling uneasy, had dispatched a large number of troops to guard against sneak attacks from the three clans.
Arriving at the rendezvous point unhurriedly, Kyosuke maintained his taciturn persona, appearing casual on the surface, but in reality, he was discreetly observing his surroundings.
On the platform, a Jonin from the Southern Corps was explaining the current mission.
"According to intelligence, the three clans are secretly relocating their members. The Clan Chief suspects they are preparing to defect to the Senju Clan."
"For the glory of the Uchiha, we must stop the enemy!"
Oh!!!
Symbolically shouting twice with the crowd, Kyosuke fell into contemplation.
His memories told him that the Jonin's name was Yan Yi, a direct subordinate of Uchiha Tajima.
The Southern Corps was currently under the command of Elder Uchiha Rei, a remarkably strong individual who had always harbored ambitions for the Clan Chief's position.
"Perhaps he can be slightly utilized," Kyosuke mused for a moment, beginning to consider the upcoming mission.
No matter how righteous Uchiha Yan Yi's words sounded, the mission was essentially to eliminate the enemy's old, weak, women, and children.
Without future generations, a large-scale talent gap would emerge, which would be a devastating blow to any Family.
The talk of relocating and attempting to join the Senju Clan was all rhetoric designed to manipulate people's minds.
Setting aside future developments, at least for now, the three clans were veritable aristocratic Families in the Land of Fire.
They had a large population and extraordinary combat power; otherwise, the Southern Corps would not have been formed.
In such a situation, only a fool would choose to join the Senju Clan.
The Uchiha were a symbol of evil, but did anyone truly believe the Senju were any better?
However, Kyosuke had still underestimated the ignorance of his clansmen.
The twisted, ferocious faces around him, and the incessant curses, constantly reminded him that there was indeed widespread brain damage within the Uchiha Clan.
"Fanatics are truly terrifying," Kyosuke shook his head, a bad premonition gradually rising in his heart.
Leaving aside the Yamanaka Clan and Akimichi Clan, the Nara Clan was a Family known for producing strategists.
Were they fools? With the survival of their Family's descendants at stake, would they so easily allow the Uchiha to succeed?
At this very moment, two words kept circling in young Kyosuke's mind...
Trap!
"What should I do? Should I step forward and offer advice?"
After a brief thought, he rejected his own idea. "These are not things a seven-year-old child should know."
"If I were to speak out, an interrogation would surely await me."
After struggling for a long time, Kyosuke could only come up with a less-than-ideal plan.
If things truly became insurmountable, he would simply escape the Family's control, leave the Land of Fire, and seek survival in other countries.
"The Land of Earth is a good choice; even in the Late Stage, he could secure a place in the Domain of the strong."
"Forget the Land of Water; the chaos there is even more terrifying than in the Land of Fire."
Kyosuke, full of thoughts of defection, soon discovered that the situation was somewhat different from what he had expected.
...
On the southern battlefield, facing the Uchiha's increasingly strong threat, the Nara Clan decided to secretly relocate their clansmen.
To prevent spy infiltration, the Nara Clan had deliberately set up several smoke screens, confusing the enemy while also taking the opportunity to trick them.
If that old fool Uchiha Rei got carried away, they might even be able to end the war with this chance.
But the Nara Clan never expected that a plan known only to a few high-ranking officials would actually encounter an unforeseen problem.
By the time the three Clan Chiefs received the news, the Southern Corps' forces were already approaching the transport convoy.
"Quick, reinforce them at all costs!" the Akimichi Clan Chief's angry roar echoed through the encampment.
On the other side, Uchiha Kyosuke was genuinely bewildered.
It wasn't because they had fallen for the trap; on the contrary, the entire mission could be said to be progressing extremely smoothly.
The feeling was almost as if the other party had actively delivered themselves to them.
The strange development gave him a chilling sensation, as if an invisible pair of hands were manipulating the entire event from behind.
Suppressing the unease in his heart, Kyosuke looked at the group of trembling women and children before him and fell into contemplation.
To kill or not to kill?