Author’s Note: The main story takes place in the One Piece world.
However, the first stage will focus on leaving Konoha with a farewell gift before departure.
This part lasts for about sixteen chapters and also serves as the foundation for some of the trump cards that will be used after arriving in the One Piece world.
—- Konoha, Year 54.
Morning mist still lingered over the Uchiha Clan compound.
Dew covered the stone streets, leaving them with a cool, pale sheen.
“Young Lord Shinsuke!” “Lord Shinsuke, are you going to see Clan Head Fugaku?” The clan members along the road stopped what they were doing and greeted him with warm smiles.
The boy looked no older than eleven or twelve.
He wore a light gray robe with a small Uchiha fan crest embroidered on the collar.
He simply nodded in response and continued walking toward the clan leader’s residence.
But as he turned a corner, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
His eyes instantly turned crimson as three black tomoe slowly spun within them.
His gaze locked precisely onto the shadows of a distant watchtower behind him.
Standing atop the tower were two Root operatives wearing animal masks.
They looked down at his back without the slightest attempt to hide the hostility in their eyes.
“What are they so proud of?
They’re nothing but a bunch of cursed trash,” one of them sneered in a low voice.
“Once Lord Danzō gives the order, not a single Uchiha will survive.” “Hmph.
I really don’t know why Lord Hokage keeps stopping it,” the other replied with even greater malice.
“These people have always been Konoha’s greatest threat.” Separated by dozens of miles, the wind scattered their voices into broken fragments, but Shinsuke’s Sharingan had already read every word from the movement of their lips.
His fist slowly clenched at his side until his knuckles turned white.
The killing intent in his eyes exploded like dry grass ignited by a spark.
How long had it been since Shisui died?
The village had already stopped pretending to hide its surveillance of the Uchiha.
This level of open monitoring was impossible to miss, especially for the Uchiha Clan, whose reconnaissance abilities were second only to the Hyūga Clan in all of Konoha.
Even an ordinary reconnaissance ninja could easily detect it.
It was no different from writing the words ‘You are prisoners’ directly on their faces.
But what could he do?
In terms of strength, although he had awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan at a young age, his eleven year old body had not fully matured.
Both his chakra reserves and physical strength had reached a bottleneck.
At best, he had only just stepped into the level of an ordinary Jonin.
As for prestige, his parents had once been high ranking members of the clan, but they had died two years ago during a so called border mission.
On that very day, their blood splashed across his face, and under overwhelming grief and hatred, he awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan.
Now that his parents were gone, even though his aunt was Mikoto, the wife of Clan Head Fugaku, what difference could such a distant family connection make against the overwhelming suspicion of Konoha’s leadership?
He slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, a pale blue screen that only he could see appeared before him.
[Host: Uchiha Shinsuke] [Strength: Jonin] [Bloodline: Three Tomoe Sharingan] [Bound Clan: Uchiha Clan] [System Status: Not Activated.
Please complete the beginner mission as soon as possible to unlock the system.] [Beginner Mission: Bide Your Time.
Lead more than seventy percent of the Uchiha Clan to the New World and establish a new foundation.] [Mission Reward: Full System Unlock, Beginner Gift Pack ×1] Shinsuke stared at the shimmering blue screen before him as his fingernails dug into his palm.
Konoha, Year 54.
There was only one year left until the night when the Uchiha Clan would be wiped out in a river of blood.
He had already tried every possible method.
Activating the system was now his last hope.
He had hinted at it, both openly and subtly, to Fugaku four separate times, yet the man still naively believed Konoha’s leadership would show mercy.
He let out a slow breath.
‘Today is the last time.
If Fugaku still refuses…
then even if I die, I’ll drag all of Konoha down with me.’ When Shinsuke opened his eyes again, they held unwavering resolve.
If he still failed to convince Fugaku to have the entire clan withdraw and bide their time, he would immediately detonate every explosive tag he had discovered, the ones buried throughout Konoha decades ago by Gen’ō, the trap master from Enyō Village during the Second Shinobi World War.
Over this period, he had used his Three Tomoe Sharingan and his position in the Konoha Police Force to locate every single hidden cache of explosive tags across Konoha.
The vindictive nature carved into his bones had already driven him to prepare for the worst.
Either he would convince Fugaku today, or he would detonate every explosive tag, gather his late father’s former followers, kill Naruto Uzumaki at any cost, release the Nine Tails, and drag Konoha into complete ruin.
That was simply the kind of person he was.
It was a lesson engraved into his very soul from his previous life.
Since Konoha had already decided that the Uchiha were a threat that had to be eliminated, he didn’t mind becoming the very disaster they feared.
If people suspect you possess a dangerous weapon, you’d better actually have one.
That, too, was a lesson etched into his memory from his previous life.
A few minutes later, three knocks echoed against the black wooden door of the Uchiha clan leader’s residence.
“I’m coming.
Please wait a moment.” A gentle voice answered from inside.
Moments later, the wooden door slid open.
Mikoto stood behind it with her long black hair loosely tied up.
Her plain kimono highlighted her gentle features.
Within a clan consumed by hostility, she was one of the few who still possessed a quiet warmth.
The moment she saw Shinsuke, delight filled her eyes.
She reached out and gently rubbed his head, her fingertips carrying the fresh scent of washed green plums.
“Aunt.” Shinsuke lowered his head slightly, speaking with the respect expected of a nephew.
“What is it?
Have you come to discuss something with your uncle again?” Mikoto stepped aside to let him in, but a trace of concern lingered in her eyes.
Over the past half month, her nephew had visited four or five times.
After every meeting, Fugaku would remain alone in the tea room until late into the night, his frown never easing.
Shinsuke lowered his gaze.
“Yes.
This should be the last time.” Mikoto frowned ever so slightly, but chose not to ask any questions.
Instead, she called into the house.
“Fugaku, Shinsuke is here.” The sliding door opened, revealing the tea room.
Fugaku sat formally before a low table.
Several Konoha Police Force reports were spread out in front of him, while a cup of tea that had long gone cold rested nearby.
It was obvious he had been sitting there for quite some time.
Seeing Shinsuke enter, he let out a heavy sigh.
“Shinsuke, you’re here.” Shinsuke acknowledged him and knelt across the table after Fugaku gestured for him to sit.
The atmosphere was so heavy it felt frozen.
“I’ll brew another pot of tea.” Mikoto quietly broke the silence.
Fugaku did not stop her, but Shinsuke calmly shook his head.
“There’s no need, Aunt.
You should hear this as well.
There’s no reason for you to leave.” “Hm?” Fugaku’s brows instantly knitted together.
During the previous visits, no matter how harsh Shinsuke’s words had been, he had always avoided discussing them in front of Mikoto.
Today was different.
He intended to lay everything on the table.
Leaving nothing unsaid.
Fugaku already knew why he had come.
For the past four or five meetings, Shinsuke had repeatedly tried to persuade him to lead the entire clan out of Konoha.
But leave?
How could it be that simple?
Konoha had been founded jointly by the Uchiha and the Senju.
This was their home.
The place they had protected for over fifty years.
How could they simply abandon it?
Just as those thoughts raced through his mind, the young man opposite him spoke again, his voice as cold as ice.
“Uncle, you know exactly why I’m here today.” Fugaku remained silent for a long time, slowly rubbing the rim of his cold teacup before speaking in a hoarse voice.
“Is it…
about leaving Konoha?” Mikoto’s face immediately turned pale.
The tea tray in her hands nearly slipped from her grasp, but after looking at Shinsuke’s tense expression, she ultimately remained silent.
She understood her nephew better than anyone.
He had always been calm and mature beyond his years.
After his parents died during that border mission two years ago, he had become even quieter, while his eyes constantly carried emotions she could never understand.
“Uncle, at a time like this, do you still have hope for Konoha?” Shinsuke looked straight into Fugaku’s eyes without the slightest hesitation.
Fugaku answered in his usual calm voice, carrying the stubbornness of a clan leader.
“Konoha was founded by the Uchiha…” “But the Uchiha no longer have a place here!” Shinsuke cut him off sharply, his voice suddenly rising.
“Shinsuke!
You’re being too extreme!” “Am I the extreme one, or are you simply fooling yourself?!” Shinsuke refused to back down as his Three Tomoe Sharingan spun into view.
“Shisui is dead!
I don’t care whether you’ve secretly awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan or not.
Publicly, among the entire Uchiha Clan, besides you, who else still has a reputation powerful enough to make enemy villages remember their name?!” At this point, there was no reason to hold anything back.
Every concern.
Every compromise.
Every attempt to soften the truth.
All of it was torn away today.
“Shinsuke!
What exactly are you trying to say?!” Fugaku’s expression darkened.
“Your brother Itachi has already joined the ANBU.
Lord Hokage…” “Did he join the ANBU, or was he brainwashed?!” Shinsuke interrupted him once again, every word as sharp as a blade.
“How long has it been since you actually sat down and talked to him?
Do you even know who he’s meeting every day?
Do you know what he’s been doing?!” “Shinsuke!
You’ve gone too far!” “Itachi has already decided to join forces with Konoha’s leadership to wipe out the entire Uchiha Clan.” His voice remained calm.
Yet the words struck the small tea room like a bolt of thunder.
“He has allied himself with the masked man.
Before long, they’ll massacre the entire clan.
That’s the only way he believes he can save the life of his precious little brother, Sasuke.” “What nonsense are you talking about?!” Fugaku slammed both hands onto the table and shot to his feet.
His crimson Sharingan locked onto Shinsuke as his chest rose and fell violently.
“Shinsuke!
If you dare slander Itachi again, don’t blame me for forgetting we’re family!”