Welcome back, Nagi Uchiha.
This is the story that belongs to you.
Whether it is the Uchiha, the Leaf, or the shadowed organization known as the Dawn, every one of them has been waiting for you.
And now your story begins.
You seem to be cursed.
Living to die is the cycle every person must face. Yet just when you believed your end had finally come, you awakened again, reborn into another life. Then again. And again. The wheel never stopped turning, until you could no longer tell whether you had gone mad.
You questioned the meaning of existence, grasping desperately for something like bonds or love. Life after life blurred together until your memories began to rot, slipping through your fingers like water.
Who am I?
I am Nagi Uchiha. No. No, that is not right. I am...
In the darkness you saw a figure. Not yourself, but someone whose memories clung to your soul like frost.
You recognized him.
You once lived as Shouwa Uchiha.
In that fragmented memory, you stood with a long blade in hand, your face sharp and beautiful.
"Jiri, Izanagi cannot be handed over. If the clan gains this power without restraint, they will lose themselves." Your voice was calm, yet unyielding.
Jiri Uchiha, a woman with long violet hair and steady eyes, answered softly. "Shouwa, I understand the danger, but Izanagi was created to prevent meaningless deaths. It is a power meant to end the wars."
"They won't use it that way," you replied coldly. "They will chase after strength until it destroys us. This clan will burn."
You turned away, blade clattering on stone as you left her behind.
It was during your very first battle with the Senju that you were recognized as a prodigy. The strongest of your generation. A blade sharper than steel and twice as unpredictable.
Through the patronage of nobles, you met Jiri, whose kindness and righteousness contrasted your calculating nature. Despite your differences, you became close companions, almost inseparable through years of missions.
You moved like a shadow, weaving schemes and traps. She moved like dawn light, healing, guiding, and protecting. Together you carried the weight of the Uchiha name, yet your hearts walked different roads.
Jiri's talent in ninjutsu development was extraordinary. It was in a friendly spar with you that Izanagi first manifested.
Returning to the clan, you each founded your own factions. You orchestrated the downfall of your teacher, and with frightening talent, became the Great Elder of the Hawk Faction, controlling its absolute authority. Jiri became the first elder of the Dove Faction, gathering support quickly thanks to her reputation.
The clan prospered under your rule. Your strategic brilliance strengthened the Uchiha until even the Senju struggled to match your power.
But prosperity never lasts.
Your opposition to Izanagi's spread created internal tensions. Your ambition to conquer the shinobi world and end the wars through overwhelming force shook the clan. Jiri stood against you, advocating peace through protection and love rather than annihilation.
The rift widened. War erupted again. On a battlefield drenched in blood, countless Uchiha fell. The grief awakened Mangekyo Sharingan in both you and Jiri. Many others awakened it as well, pushing the clan to an unprecedented peak.
Yet with great power came great madness.
You began acting on your own, striking nations before war could reach your clan. Countries tried to assassinate you, but only ended up trapped in your schemes, destabilizing entire governments.
War consumed the land.
Jiri pleaded with you to stop. You refused. Finally, she confronted you directly. One long night of argument ended with your friendship shattered beyond repair.
You sought the clan leadership but were denied for being too extreme. Your fury nearly tore the clan apart, and Jiri stepped in once more to prevent bloodshed. Unexpectedly, you withdrew, relinquishing your elder seat.
Then death came quietly. Elders began to fall. Everyone knew the truth but no one dared speak it.
Eventually Jiri surrendered Izanagi to the clan to prevent further conflict. The result was catastrophic. Powered by forbidden illusions of life and death, the Uchiha fell into civil carnage. To end the madness, Jiri created Izanami at the cost of her life.
Soon after, you, Shouwa Uchiha, died to a strange unknown creature, leaving behind a clan lost in its own ashes.
And just like that, the memories dissolved.
It was only a dream. A nightmare. A cruel fragment of another life.
Because you were not Shouwa Uchiha now. You were Nagi Uchiha, standing in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield.
You jolted awake.
Thunderclouds hung like black iron above you, pressing all light from the world. Fine cold rain fell like needles, weaving a chilling net across the land. The wind howled. Mud swallowed the bodies of your fallen comrades.
Your sword lay beside you, its once brilliant edge dulled with blood. Lantern light flickered weakly in the storm, casting a ghostly glow over your grief-stricken face.
The battlefield echoed with dying breaths. Each one snuffed out by rain.
You stared at the corpses being washed by the storm, your heart sinking deeper into despair.
"Time to go home. I wonder if Asu ate properly today."
You clutched the bloodied blade and turned back toward the village. Rain soaked your cloak, but the cold feeling gnawing at your heart came from something far worse than weather.
You hurried.
Something felt wrong.
Deep within the Uchiha dungeon, the old Great Elder Yifu Uchiha waited, candlelight casting his wrinkles in sharp shadows.
"Despite the losses, you performed well. Truly the sharpest blade our clan has produced."
You smirked bitterly. "A pity that blade is the last one left. Your thanks should go to our new clan leader."
Only days ago, Tajima Uchiha ordered the abolishment of death-soldier training. Your younger brother Asu barely escaped the same cruel fate that shaped you.
Each clan had its dark practices, but none matched the Uchiha's brutality: turning orphaned children into emotionless weapons, forcing open their Sharingan through fear and pain. You were one of them. A ghost raised in darkness.
Now you were the last.
Yifu's glare sharpened. "Mind your tongue. If you had no use, your insolence would earn a fate worse than death. Leave."
Your Sharingan flared. His did too. The air froze between you.
You bowed mockingly. "Take care of your health, Elder. I will take my leave."
None of this mattered. Only Asu mattered.
But when you returned home, the house was dark. The meal your brother prepared had gone cold.
The dread in your chest swelled, threatening to burst.
You paced the room, hands pressed together, praying he was safe.
But you were a death-soldier. Without orders, you were forbidden to show yourself in daylight.
And that became the greatest regret of your life.
At dawn, the clan gathered at the center grounds to identify bodies. Silence weighed heavier than grief.
Asu Uchiha had been tortured to death. His small body broken. The mark of the Hagoromo Clan's brutality unmistakable.
The last piece of your heart shattered.
You laughed. Or screamed. Or both. No one could tell.
Cradling his corpse, your tears mixed with blood as your Sharingan spun wildly, morphing into Mangekyo.
"Asu... wait for me."
You walked into the Hagoromo territory alone.
They noticed you instantly. A lone girl in a soaked Uchiha cloak.
They laughed.
Then they died.
When Tajima Uchiha arrived with reinforcements, he found the entire settlement reduced to ruin. Bodies everywhere. Blood soaking the ground.
And you, Nagi Uchiha, sitting against a boulder, eyes blurred from overuse.
"You killed them?" he asked.
"Yes."
Your voice was empty. Revenge brought no comfort. War was a cycle without end.
Tajima stepped closer. "Your name?"
"Nagi Uchiha."
Recognition flickered. The strongest death-soldier the old faction ever produced.
Before he could speak further, Elder Yifu arrived with the old guard.
"Nagi Uchiha! How dare you act without our command!"
You lifted your blade.
"Why did my brother die? Tell me the truth, Yifu."
"He died gloriously. A death-soldier should know his place."
Your smile curved coldly.
One swing. His head rolled.
The world froze.
A clan member shouted. "Nagi Uchiha, are you rebelling?"
Tajima hid his satisfaction poorly, though his voice remained stern. "What have you done?"
"Exactly what you saw."
From that moment on, you severed ties with the old faction and abandoned the Uchiha.
You wandered across nations, watching war after war unfold, questioning the meaning of this world's existence.
Then one night, under a moon that seemed too bright for such a broken land, a letter arrived for you.
From someone you did not know.
And everything began to change.