I wandered far from the Land of Fire, into border towns where no one whispered about Uchiha or jinchūriki.
Still, danger followed. A bounty hunter ambushed me near the River Country, striking fast with poisoned blades. I barely countered, my Sharingan spinning.
"You're wasted, kid," the man sneered. "Those eyes of yours could fetch me enough gold to retire."
I killed him.
My hands shook for hours afterward, blood dripping onto the dirt. But I lived. Survival demanded sacrifice.
And each time I looked into water, I no longer saw the boy I once was. I saw the crimson-eyed fugitive, the Uchiha who had escaped Konoha's cage.
Month turned into years , i wondered beyond the fire county, where konoha could never reach me and become stronger than ever.
But now he has returned to fire county to seek revenge
A boy of hardly 12 was sitting near a born fire reminiscing about his past, he put out the born fire and started moving.
" it's been year since I left, are ready konoha because you are going to get robbed "his eyes turned crimson and three tomoe spinning in them .
He has planned to rob ninjutsu from konoha just like how they did to uchiha clan and also steal some thing important.
One evening, while crossing a foggy marsh, I stumbled upon ruins half-buried in moss. Crumbling stone walls jutted from the earth like bones, and the air stank faintly of chemicals. Curiosity, or perhaps desperation, pulled me inside.
The deeper I went, the clearer it became: this wasn't just any ruin. Glass tubes shattered across the floor. Strange seals painted the walls. And in the center of a chamber, a rusted plaque bore a single character: 大蛇—Orochi.
Orochimaru's lab.
A chill ran through me. I knew the stories. Experiments. Curses. Forbidden jutsu.
The lab was abandoned, but not empty. Scrolls lay scattered, their ink faded but legible. Diagrams of human anatomy, Sharingan notes stolen from the clan, and scribbles about fusing chakra with nature energy.
My hands shook as I unrolled one parchment describing body reinforcement rituals. Dangerous, yes. But also… promising.
If I wanted to survive, if I wanted to escape every bounty hunter and shinobi who would chase me, then half measures wouldn't do. My Uchiha blood wasn't enough.
I spent weeks in that ruin. Repairing broken seals. Testing jutsu etched into the stone. Some nearly killed me—one curse burned my arm black for days—but slowly, I learned.
And in the shadows, I began to change.
The first successful ritual came on a night of thunder. I carved a seal into my chest, mixing my chakra with herbs I'd scavenged from the marsh. As I activated it, agony shot through me like fire. My vision went white.
When I awoke, my Sharingan spun faster than before, clearer, sharper. My body moved with fluidity, my strikes faster.
I laughed bitterly. "So this… this is Orochimaru's gift."
But there was more. A notebook spoke of chakra shedding, a technique to molt the body like a snake and heal wounds. I practiced until blood poured from my nose, but eventually, I succeeded. My skin peeled away, leaving me whole beneath.
Disgust and pride warred inside me. I was becoming something… inhuman. But I was alive.
One evening, a squad of root tracked me to the marsh.
"Hand over the eyes, brat," their leader snarled. "We'll make it quick."
My Sharingan spun. "You should've stayed in the dark."
The fight was brutal. Steel clashed against steel, kunai whistled through the air. One hunter pinned me, driving a blade into my side. Pain flared—but then I shed my skin. I emerged behind him, kunai plunging into his throat.
The others hesitated. That was their mistake.
When it was over, the marsh was silent except for the hiss of frogs. My body trembled, drenched in blood, but I lived. The ritual worked. I was more than Uchiha now.
In these yesars many anbu and root ninja came to kill me , those who were stronger were avoided by me and weaker were annihilated.
Thanks to konoha, I don't have a fixed place, i kept on wandering for days before. But, now thanks to orochimaru now i have place tl live and grew stronger than ever.
" lets start training "
I clapped my hands excitedly.
Deep within Orochimaru's ruined laboratory, I found something sealed in ice.
At first, I thought it was just another experiment—a lump of rotting flesh. But the faint chakra pulsing from it told me otherwise. My Sharingan locked onto the pattern within it, vibrant and alive despite years of decay.
Cells.
Hashirama Senju's cells.
I froze. Every fan of the anime in my past life knew what this meant. Hashirama's power was the root of every monstrous experiment, from Danzo's arm of Sharingan to Madara's god-like strength. And now, here it was… in my hands.
My heart pounded. If I transplanted it, I could gain power beyond any Uchiha. If I failed, I'd rot from the inside out.
I whispered into the silence:
"I didn't escape Konoha to die weak. I'll take the risk."