Darkness.That's all I saw when I opened my eyes.
My body felt weak, my lungs burned with every breath, and the taste of iron filled my mouth. My vision blurred as I blinked — the familiar rocky walls, the flickering torches, and the heavy silence told me exactly where I was.
The Uchiha Hideout.
Then it hit me — memories that weren't mine surged through my mind like a tidal wave.Battles. Blood. Genjutsu. The weight of an entire clan's massacre. Sasuke's hate-filled eyes. My body falling before him.
I was… Itachi Uchiha.
Except I wasn't.
Somewhere, deep inside, I was still me — a person from another world who had read and watched every detail of this story. I knew what was coming. I knew that in about an hour, my little brother — the last person I ever loved — would arrive to kill me.
And if I did nothing… history would repeat itself.
[Ding!]System Initialization Complete.Welcome, User: Itachi Uchiha (Reincarnated).
A translucent blue screen appeared before my eyes, shimmering faintly.
Main Quest: Survive your little brother's attempt to kill you.Reward: Remove illness from body.Failure: Death. Permanent.
I froze, staring at the screen. A system. Of course. If I had any hope left in this cursed life, this was it.
My heart pounded as I considered the possibilities.I could change it all.I didn't have to die here.
I clutched my chest, coughing up blood, and forced a weak smile. "So that's how it is… survive, huh?"
My mind raced, searching through both my own knowledge and Itachi's memories. Every battle, every jutsu, every contingency plan he'd ever made flooded back.
Then it struck me — one forbidden technique that could make the impossible possible.
Izanagi.
A reality-altering genjutsu that could rewrite death itself.But there was a catch — it required sacrificing one Sharingan eye.
Still, it was better than dying like before.
I leaned back against the cold stone wall, breathing heavily. "So… that's the plan. Fake my death, disappear, and start over."
But even as I planned, doubt crept in. Would Sasuke fall for it? Would Madara notice? Could I even cast it in my weakened state?
I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes for a moment.No. There was no other option.
[Quest Timer: 59 minutes remaining.]
The glowing text pulsed, a cruel reminder of what was coming.
I looked up at the ceiling, the faint scent of blood and damp earth surrounding me. "Alright then… let's rewrite fate."
I activated my Sharingan, feeling the crimson pattern burn into existence. The familiar power of the Mangekyō flared in my eyes, filling me with both pain and purpose.
The moment had come.Sasuke would arrive soon, burning with hatred, ready to end me.
But this time…
I smiled faintly, blood trickling from my lips.
"This time, little brother… I won't die."