"Get out here! The enemy has attacked!"
"Move with me!"
A minor commander of Kusagakure kicked the door open with a squad of shinobi behind him and shouted loudly.
When he saw Tobirama here, he was momentarily stunned, then nodded. "Isn't this that brat willing to submit to Kusagakure?"
"That's right—you're coming with us as well…"
This minor commander of Kusagakure was one of the few elites able to react in time; by nature, he was extremely alert.
But he had no intention of resisting.
His way of survival was simple: once the enemy attacked, he would take valuables and important personnel and flee first. If Kusagakure survived the crisis later, he would return—calling it the "Will of Grass."
By doing so, no one would accuse him, since there were many in Kusagakure just like him…
This minor commander's grandfather had survived the First Shinobi World War in exactly this manner. Passed down to this generation, it had become something of a "family precept."
Uzumaki Shio's gaze trembled slightly. Within Kusagakure, it was actually somewhat safer.
If she were taken away by this minor commander, what might happen would be impossible to predict…
Within Kusagakure, there were still different factions and competing forces. As important strategic material, she would inevitably become the focus of contention among all sides.
But once in a place without oversight, the fate of her and Tobirama…
The minor commander of Kusagakure grinned ferociously and walked forward step by step, the shinobi behind him also smiling with ill intent.
And at that very moment—
Like a streak of black light flashing past, a trace of crimson shimmered through the air.
Holding a kunai, Tobirama slit their throats one after another. His double-tomoe Sharingan rotated slightly as he let out a cold laugh: "I've wanted to kill you for a long time—you scum…"
"You were right, Shio! I need to confront my talent…"
Tobirama slowly turned his head back. In the darkness of the small room, his bewitching red eyes flickered, while on the ground, the Kusagakure commander's face still held an expression of disbelief.
How could this be…
So fast!
Yet in Tobirama's heart, he was still somewhat dissatisfied.
It was far inferior to his peak condition…
'After all, this is still a young body. Rebuilding this life—slowly…'
'The starting point is actually higher than before.'
'How nostalgic. Now I can ambush these weaklings again. Back then, whenever those fellows saw me, they either ran or became so cautious it turned troublesome…' a strange sentiment arose in Tobirama's mind.
In the past, he had indeed missed the time before his reputation spread throughout the shinobi world.
Defeating the strong as the weak, turning the tide against adversity with cleverly researched techniques—such things had been common, and could be said to have worked time and again.
But later on…
Whenever his enemies saw him, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads.
Always on full alert, for fear that Tobirama would pull out some strange thing again…
"You…" Shio stared dumbfounded at this scene, her eyes locked firmly on that pair of Sharingan.
"You're amazing!" Shio shouted loudly, raising both fists high. "You actually have Uchiha bloodline? That's the legendary Sharingan! It's incredible!"
Tobirama came back to his senses, his heart sinking.
He had still acted a bit too calm. As a young man who had just gotten revenge, being this composed was not quite right…
And besides, he was playing the role of an Uchiha.
In theory, he ought to say some lines so cringeworthy people would want to cover their faces—that would fit this clan's vibe.
Tobirama rummaged through the Uchiha database. The words reached his lips, yet he found it hard to keep a straight face.
He used to mock the Uchiha clan the most for loving this kind of embarrassing stuff—how had he ended up having to do it himself one day?
No choice.
To not let Hiruzen's heartfelt intentions go to waste, for the Will of Fire and for conquering the Uchiha…
He could only go for it!
"Sharingan, huh? Not a bad name."
"Before these eyes, these lowly mongrel dogs can only wail over the fate of not having the Sharingan…" Tobirama expressionlessly repeated someone's lines.
As for copyright?
Not familiar—he'd forgotten who said it first.
Besides, wasn't it winner takes all?
And in any case, he was an Uchiha now…
Thinking that, Tobirama let a faint, barely-there smile hang at the corner of his mouth.
And with the Uchiha persona in mind, he laughed freely as well, no longer holding it back.
That laughter was utterly satisfying.
It sounded exactly like the laughter of someone who had been oppressed by Kusagakure for a long time, someone whose great revenge had finally been repaid…
Shio stared blankly at the scene.
How could this boy who delivered him food suddenly become so handsome at this moment?
Powerful, flamboyant, handsome, with a trace of sentiment.
"Hm?" Tobirama suddenly frowned, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat.
Sensing his own chakra, Tobirama calmed down and casually spat it out, not caring in the slightest.
Not a big problem…
Just a bit of instability, that was all. After all, the soul and the body were, one way or another, not factory-original; in the process of wearing in with each other, some abnormal reactions were bound to appear.
But by Tobirama's estimate, it wouldn't affect anything. Let it last a year or so, and it would probably be fine.
In the understanding of a Warring States shinobi—especially this one—as long as the core components weren't damaged, it could all be fixed. Spit up a couple mouthfuls of blood now and then and treat it as detox…
But Shio was startled. She hurried over to support Tobirama, her cheeks faintly flushing red.
"Are you okay? Quick—bite me!"
"Hide first. Later, when the Kusa shinobi come, I'll handle them. Don't overdraw your body anymore!"
Tobirama hesitated for a moment. He really didn't want to bite—after all, it really wasn't a big deal.
However, according to the Uchiha clan persona, after great revenge is repaid, a person would become somewhat carried away, entering a brief state of not caring about others.
Even if he would make slight adjustments later, the starting point could not change.
Tobirama needed to proceed steadily, first taking the elements of "Uchiha Izuna" as the main body, and then at the appropriate time revealing the elements that belonged to himself, allowing the two to intertwine tightly and become inseparable.
"Mm, okay."
Tobirama took Shio's arm and bit down hard.
This bite hurt greatly, yet Shio showed almost no reaction, merely staring straight at Tobirama.
This was simply like a great hero sent from the heavens to save her!
"Y-you should rest for a while…"
"I'll guard the door…" Shio took a deep breath and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito.
"Keep your head clear. If you want to stay alive, you must maintain calm thinking at all times."
"Go to the back and find somewhere to hide. You don't understand combat at all—don't get in my way." Tobirama pushed her onto the bed behind her and gave her a cold look.
And this was no longer entirely part of acting as an Uchiha…
Tobirama truly thought so as well.
Don't you know whether you can fight or not?
Guard the door? It was laughable…
Letting Shio guard the door would only waste the advantageous terrain and affect his judgment of the enemy and the space in which to act.
In the past, he prided himself on having refinement and, as the Second Hokage, his sharp tongue could usually only be hidden in his heart and expressed in a relatively mild manner.
But now it was different—he was an Uchiha!
Wasn't the Uchiha clan supposed to lack refinement? Ingratitude and changing their faces at lightning speed were all traits of this clan…
'Saying it directly is actually quite interesting—a different kind of experience…' a strange thought passed through Tobirama's mind.
Tobirama picked up the Kusagakure ninja blade from the ground and hid behind a cabinet in the wooden hut, his pair of blood-red eyes flickering.
Interestingly, after being criticized like this, Shio was not angry at all.
She merely nodded repeatedly and crouched to the side with her head in her hands, afraid of affecting this handsome, strong, and tragic young hero.
At the same time—
It was not only Shio who was ordered to crouch with her head in her hands.
The Kusagakure shinobi were commanded the same way.
Under the scanning of the Byakugan and Danzō's intelligence, this village of Kusagakure, lacking a strong defensive barrier, had defensive forces like paper—pierced at a single poke.
Inside the high-level building of Kusagakure—
Uchiha Fugaku, transmitted in by the Flying Thunder God, roared with killing intent and extreme excitement: "The Uchiha clan of Konoha is here!"
"Those who want to live, crouch with your heads in your hands! Those who want to die—like this!"
After saying that, he cut down a resisting Kusa shinobi with a single strike and burst into loud laughter.
The Uchiha clan had finally returned to the battlefield…
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