Splash.
RUSH—!
At the instant the Kamui space was about to open, the masked man—Obito—suddenly heard the roar of surging water beside his ear.
He froze.
"Huh? That's weird. There isn't even a river here—why do I hear running water?"
The next second, he got his answer.
From inside Kamui's dimension—
Water erupted.
BOOM!
A torrent poured out like a breached dam, exploding into the real world!
It smashed through trees in its path, snapping trunks like brittle twigs.
"This is—!!!"
Under the mask, veins bulged across Obito's forehead.
"Kakashi! Did you seriously turn my Kamui dimension into a garbage dump?!"
"Fine, you throw kunai and shuriken in there all day—whatever!"
"But now you're pumping water into it?!"
"What are you trying to do, huh?! Become some kind of irrigation god?!"
If Kakashi were standing in front of him right now, Obito would've ripped him apart on the spot.
Furious.
Absolutely furious.
But the one even more shocked—
Was Itachi.
The young man's jaw dropped so wide he looked like he could swallow two eggs at once.
"This… this is a Water Release jutsu I've never seen before…"
"With this kind of scale and volume… it has to be at least A-rank!"
"Instant A-rank Water Release with no hand seals… this strange man is even stronger than I imagined…"
For a while, the only sound was the river-like flood blasting through the mountains.
Thankfully, this was the back hills behind the Uchiha district.
No houses.
No civilians.
Only soil and stone, trees and weeds—nature itself taking the beating.
Even so, the torrent raged for a full three minutes before either of them could use the surrounding rocks to keep from being soaked.
"To unleash such a powerful Water Release so casually… your chakra reserves are beyond what I expected."
Itachi scanned the devastated area and drew a deep breath.
A casual reshaping of terrain.
The masked man's strength was likely already brushing the level of a Kage.
And yet someone like that could enter the village unnoticed.
Dangerous.
He needed information—now.
Opposite him—
Obito, who had been cursing Kakashi in his head, suddenly paused.
"…Huh?"
He realized Itachi had completely mistaken this river of water for his Water Release.
Obito's eye twitched.
And somehow, he felt even more offended than before.
So he simply cleared his throat and accepted the praise like it was his due.
Hands behind his back, he adopted the posture of a grandmaster and said blandly,
"Correct. This is my Water Release."
"And also… let's properly introduce ourselves again, Uchiha Itachi."
"My name is—Uchiha Madara."
…
"One hundred meters."
By the Naka River, little Ren stared at the wide swath of missing stone and earth in the distance, silently estimating.
"My current Kamui 'twist-range' is about a hundred meters…"
For early Naruto, that distance was already nothing to sneeze at.
Even compared to the mythic "eight-hundred-meter shuriken angle," it wasn't that far behind.
"Hiss…"
Just then, a sharp sting flared at the corner of his eye.
Tearing pain.
Like someone was pricking his eyeball with needles—
As if those infamous "Auntie Rong" needles hadn't gone into someone else…
But straight into him.
Unbearable.
Drip.
Drip.
It took a full three minutes before Ren finally covered his eye, panting.
When he lowered his hand, his palm was smeared red.
Blood.
"Backlash from overusing the Mangekyō?"
"Looks like I need stronger physical vitality—fast."
Kamui's range was about a hundred meters…
"Wood Release is good, but Danzō's version is… lacking."
"Where the hell is Orochimaru right now…?"
Muttering, Ren wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, took a deep breath, and turned back toward the Uchiha district.
He'd expected Mangekyō side effects eventually.
He just hadn't expected them to show up this soon.
As for "plugging and unplugging" Sharingan—
Ren frankly couldn't accept it.
Pulling eyeballs in and out like Wi-Fi receivers…
Wasn't that a guaranteed infection waiting to happen?
More importantly, Fugaku and Mikoto, Itachi and Sasuke—
They were all blood-related to this body.
Ren couldn't treat family like disposable parts the way some Uchiha in canon did.
What he didn't realize…
Was that this time, the eye pain was mostly because he'd warped too much water.
Ten minutes later.
The Uchiha district finally came into view—
And Ren stopped dead.
In the dry ditch ahead, water was overflowing, even surging higher than knee level.
It howled through the channel, tearing loose grass and rocks and carrying everything away.
"Woof—woof—WOOF!"
Somewhere in the mess, a small Shiba-like dog had been swept into the current, flailing frantically.
But the water was too fast, and the dog was too low to the ground.
It kicked and struggled again and again, unable to gain any footing.
All it could do was yelp as it got dragged downstream.
"Who the hell is using Water Release this strong around here?"
Ren frowned, casually scooped the dog out, and tossed it onto higher ground.
Then he narrowed his eyes, scanning his surroundings suspiciously.
There was a ditch here, sure—
But there wasn't supposed to be water.
This much flooding could only mean one thing:
Someone had used a massive Water Release nearby.
"Absolutely shameless! Using ocean-style jutsu in a residential area!"
"I curse you to have a kid with no butthole!"
After spitting out that heartfelt condemnation, Ren shook his head and headed into the clan district.
He hadn't slept all night—his dark circles were practically permanent.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
His footsteps echoed through the Uchiha compound.
The boy wasn't small anymore, walking at an unhurried pace.
The rising sun cast soft gold across his face as he smiled faintly.
Clink.
When he opened the door to his own house—
The smile on his face froze solid.
Inside.
On his bed.
Four dogs—beagle-sized—were happily tearing his bedding to shreds.
One bite here, one bite there.
Working together like a professional demolition squad.
White stuffing was everywhere.
Chunks scattered across the floor.
And somewhere in the middle…
There was even dog poop.
Probably because no one had opened the door all night.
The smell had thickened until it felt almost tangible.
The moment the door cracked open, all that concentrated stench found its escape route—
And blasted straight into Ren's face.
"Ghhk—!"
He bolted outside, clapping a hand over his nose and dry-heaving like his life depended on it.
Disgusting.
Absolutely disgusting.
For people who didn't keep dogs, this was literal hell on earth.
Dog lovers, on the other hand, would probably pay admission.
It took more than a dozen deep breaths before his nose finally felt somewhat clean again.
He slowly turned his head toward the toilet shed.
His face went completely dark.
In the entire Uchiha district, there was only one person who would do something this childish—
And still manage not to get caught.
Sasuke.
"That's it? I introduced you to a few girlfriends and this is your revenge?"
"Petty little bastard… you really hold a grudge."
Muttering, Ren opened the toilet shed and reached out with a slow, merciless hand toward the sleeping Sasuke—
"AAAH—OW OW OW!!"
That morning, the Uchiha clan woke up…
To the sound of a banshee screaming.
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