Chapter 2: Chinatsu and Sasuke"How pitiful… If I hadn't transmigrated right into the timeline of the Uchiha Clan Massacre, I might have been able to do something—maybe even change the outcome."
Chinatsu sighed helplessly, fully aware that everything had already happened. The night when Itachi Uchiha wiped out the clan under orders from Konoha's higher-ups, leaving behind only Sasuke Uchiha… and now, unexpectedly, herself.
Transmigrating into the Naruto world was one thing—but why this exact point in time?
Even being thrown into the Warring States Period, where clans like the Uchiha and Senju fought endlessly, would have been more acceptable. At least there, survival depended on strength and strategy—not being dropped straight into a massacre already set in stone.
Still, the original owner of this body wasn't weak.
Uchiha Chinatsu—thirteen years old, already an elite Chūnin, proficient in Fire Release, and possessing decent control over Wind and Lightning chakra natures. Within the clan, she was considered talented, though nowhere near monsters like Itachi or her late brother Shisui Uchiha, whose mastery of the Sharingan had reached the level of Mangekyō.
Against Itachi…
Getting struck down in one precise, fatal blow was inevitable.
Chinatsu pinched her chin, deep in thought. Survival was no longer the issue—she had already survived the impossible.
The next step was clear:
She needed to become stronger. Strong enough to at least stand in front of Itachi without being instantly killed… or even strong enough to survive in a world where the Sharingan would soon become a target for every major village.
"Sister! You're awake! Are you feeling unwell?"
Sasuke's voice suddenly cut through her thoughts.
Chinatsu turned her head and looked at him. The boy's face was filled with anxiety, his eyes slightly red and swollen—clear signs that he had cried himself to sleep.
This version of Sasuke…
Damn it… he's too pitiful.
Unlike in the original storyline, where he was left completely alone after the massacre, now he still had someone—someone he could cling to.
Although your "sister" is already gone…
…fine. I'll take her place.
But adjusting to this identity… that's going to take time.
"I'm fine," Chinatsu said, clenching her fist unconsciously. "If Itachi were standing in front of me right now, I'd stab him in the side—and if I had the chance, I'd kick him too."
Her tone carried a sharp edge of genuine anger.
Sasuke froze slightly.
This… didn't match the sister he remembered.
In his memories, Chinatsu had always been graceful—soft-spoken, elegant, someone who embodied the refined pride of the Uchiha clan.
"Sister… you seem different…"
Chinatsu paused.
Then she simply smiled faintly.
Sasuke lowered his head slightly.
Sister must have suffered too much shock…
The clan is gone… Father, Mother… everyone…
Now it's just the two of us…
Chinatsu, meanwhile, was internally panicking.
What do I say here? Act elegant? Speak like a noble lady? How did she even talk before?!
Forget it.
When in doubt—smile.
Elsewhere, inside the Hokage's office, several masked shinobi knelt before an elderly man.
"Hiruzen Sarutobi-sama, we have completed the investigation. Uchiha Chinatsu shows no suspicious behavior. Aside from her appearance and basic combat ability, there is nothing noteworthy. Should she be eliminated?"
Hiruzen silently reviewed the documents in front of him.
The report detailed Chinatsu's profile:
Thirteen years old. Chūnin. Proficient in Fire Release, with secondary Wind and Lightning chakra affinities. No record of abnormal behavior. No affiliation with the Uchiha Police Force's leadership faction. No signs of awakening the Sharingan beyond the basic level.
In short…
Ordinary.
Hiruzen closed his eyes briefly.
After the massacre—an event carried out under the cooperation of Konohagakure's leadership and Itachi—there was no longer a need for excessive bloodshed.
"That won't be necessary," Hiruzen said calmly. "Since Itachi spared her, we will not act further."
"Understood."
The ANBU operatives from the Anbu Black Ops bowed slightly before disappearing in an instant, their movements executed through the Body Flicker Technique.
Hiruzen placed the documents aside.
He had no way of knowing…
That the "ordinary girl" he had just dismissed would one day overturn everything he believed about talent, survival, and the limits of the human body.
Back at the hospital—
The sun gradually dipped below the horizon.
Chinatsu was no longer lying in bed.
By the time she had regained consciousness, her injuries had already healed completely—far beyond what even advanced medical ninjutsu could normally achieve. The only reason she had remained in bed was to整理 her memories and think through her next move carefully.
First objective: return home.
She stepped out of bed, still dressed in a hospital gown, and headed toward the door.
"Sister—your clothes!"
Sasuke grabbed her sleeve anxiously.
"Oh… right."
Chinatsu paused.
Walking around Konoha in a hospital gown definitely wasn't appropriate.
Unfortunately, she had no spare clothes. The outfit she wore during the massacre had been completely soaked in blood and likely taken away for disposal or cleaning.
As she glanced around awkwardly, Sasuke hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.
"Sister… I'll go get them for you."
"Hm? Wait—"
But before she could stop him, Sasuke had already dashed out of the room.
The moment he stepped outside Konoha Hospital and onto the streets of the village, he felt it—
The stares.
"They say that's Sasuke…"
"So pitiful… the entire clan was wiped out overnight…"
"I heard only a girl survived besides him… but the Uchiha are finished."
"The Hyuga Clan is probably the strongest in Konoha now…"
Voices whispered from all directions.
Sasuke lowered his head, his small fists clenched tightly.
At just seven years old, the weight of those words cut deeply—but compared to the original timeline, he was still better off.
Because this time…
He wasn't alone.
He ran.
All the way back to the Uchiha compound.
The place that had been drenched in blood just the night before was now eerily clean. The bodies had been removed, the blood washed away—leaving behind a hollow silence, as if the clan had never existed.
Sasuke stood at the entrance, frozen.
Then he shook his head violently.
No.
He rushed inside.
"Sister's room… where is it… it should be here!"
He pushed open the door and entered.
The room was neat and carried a faint, lingering fragrance.
He hurried to the wardrobe, grabbed the handles, and pulled it open—
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Inside—
Rows upon rows of dresses.
Long skirts, short skirts, formal wear, casual wear… neatly arranged. Beneath them, more personal clothing was stored.
Sasuke froze.
His face turned bright red almost instantly.
With a loud bang, he slammed the wardrobe shut and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
"Sister… which one am I supposed to take…?"
A faint nosebleed trailed down from his nostril as he stood there in complete confusion.