Konoha, Year 34.
The sunlight that day was unusually gentle, spreading across the village like a warm illusion of peace. Clear skies stretched endlessly overhead, and a soft breeze drifted through the streets, making everything seem calm, harmonious—almost perfect.
Yet beneath that tranquil surface, a silent killing intent had already begun to take shape.
At this moment, within the territory of Konoha's most powerful clan—the Uchiha Clan—the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.
It had been just over a year since the Second Great Ninja War began. Unlike the tragic future that awaited them, the Uchiha Clan had not yet declined. On the contrary, they stood at the peak of their power.
Across the entire village, only two forces could truly be called dominant: the Uchiha Clan and the Senju Clan.
Deep within the Uchiha district stood the largest and most luxurious compound, positioned at its very center. It was the heart of authority—the residence and command hall of the Uchiha Clan Head.
Inside a vast and solemn chamber, a young man sat quietly upon an elevated seat.
He wore a standard ninja uniform, draped with a cloak bearing the iconic Uchiha fan crest. His features were strikingly handsome, but what drew the most attention were his eyes—crimson pupils slowly rotating, radiating an unsettling and dangerous aura.
His name was Uchiha Ryujin, the current Clan Head of the Uchiha Clan.
He was also the most talented leader in the clan's history—an unprecedented genius since its founding.
His awakening speed alone had shattered every known record. According to internal rumors, the power of his Mangekyō Sharingan was so terrifying that even elite Kage-level fighters could be effortlessly slaughtered by him. Even true Kage-level experts regarded him with caution.
Within this sacred hall, dozens of high-ranking clan members stood in silence—elders, commanders, and influential figures, all gathered together.
Every single gaze was fixed on one person.
Uchiha Ryujin.
Because today, they were about to decide something that could change the fate of both the Uchiha Clan and Konoha itself.
"Clan Head, please make your decision. The Uchiha Clan should not bow to anyone, nor should we be treated as tools."
An elder stepped forward, his voice heavy with suppressed anger.
"That's right," another added sharply. "We are clearly the strongest force in Konoha, yet we are constantly being manipulated by that man—Hiruzen Sarutobi. He keeps sending our people to the battlefield, forcing us to bleed while weakening our foundation."
"The Senju Clan is already watching us closely," someone else said grimly. "If this continues, we will fall behind them. And when that happens, we will be the ones swallowed whole."
"They targeted us first. If we choose to rebel now, it is not betrayal—it is survival!"
"Clan Head, give the order!"
Voices rose one after another, filled with anger, pride, and urgency. The elders were no longer debating whether to fight—they were simply waiting for permission to begin.
Yet Uchiha Ryujin remained silent.
Leaning back slightly in his chair, his crimson Mangekyō Sharingan turned slowly, as though calculating something far deeper than anyone present could comprehend.
He wasn't thinking about whether to rebel.
He was thinking about when.
With the current strength of the Uchiha Clan, overthrowing Konoha was not impossible. In fact, it was entirely within reach.
But there was something that made him hesitate—something the elders had completely overlooked.
Because Ryujin understood that this world was far more complex than it appeared.
His thoughts drifted to memories buried deep within his mind—memories from before this life.
Uchiha Ryujin was not originally from this world.
He was a transmigrator.
He had lived here for over a decade, growing from a confused child into the man he was today—the leader of the most powerful clan in Konoha. The effort, the bloodshed, and the sacrifices along the way were things only he could truly understand.
Fortunately, fate had granted him an extraordinary foundation.
He had been born into the Uchiha Clan, and more importantly, he possessed unparalleled talent.
At the age of three, he awakened the Sharingan.
By five, both eyes had evolved into two-tomoe.
At six, they reached three-tomoe.
And by the age of nine, he had already awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Such speed was nothing short of monstrous. While talent played a role, the effort behind it was something only he himself knew.
And all of it had been worth it.
Now, he stood at the very top of the Uchiha Clan, holding authority second only to the newly appointed Hokage—Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Yes, Hiruzen had only recently taken the position.
It was only after becoming Clan Head that Ryujin truly understood something—
Why the Uchiha Clan was so determined to rebel.
Because Konoha had been ruthless toward them.
Their resources were restricted. Their influence suppressed. And behind the scenes, there were clear attempts to weaken and control the Uchiha Clan completely.
No one could accept such treatment.
They fought for the village—yet the village was preparing to eliminate them.
Who could tolerate that?
Even Uchiha Ryujin couldn't.
He wanted to rebel as well.
Just as his thoughts reached this point, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed within his mind.
[Multiverse Communication Guild invites you to join.]
[Accept / Reject]
Ryujin's expression changed instantly. His first instinct was to suspect a mental intrusion—perhaps some form of genjutsu.
But within a moment, he calmed down.
"…Multiverse Communication Guild?"
In his previous life, he had been familiar with such concepts. The idea of a multiverse—countless worlds and dimensions existing simultaneously—was nothing new to him.
And a "guild"… sounded very much like a communication hub. A place where beings from different worlds could connect.
A dimensional chat group.
After a brief moment of thought, a faint smile curved his lips.
Interesting.
Without hesitation, he made his choice—
Accept.
If this was truly what he thought it was…
Then things were about to become far more interesting.