“It seems you’ve already realized it…
I’m sorry, my friend, Uchiha Seigen…”
The moment Seigen opened his eyes, he saw a boy of twelve or thirteen standing in front of him.
The boy held a short blade dripping with fresh blood.
I’ve…
transmigrated?
Wasn’t this a little too much information to process the instant he woke up?
He realized he was badly injured, slumped against a wall on the ground.
The young boy before him, dressed like a Japanese ninja, clearly intended to kill him.
Wait…
A ninja?
That forehead protector…
Don’t tell me I’ve transmigrated into Naruto?!
The Leaf Village headband on the black-haired boy’s forehead immediately confirmed his suspicion.
He had really entered the world of Naruto.
If this was Konoha…
then that boy’s identity…
Damn it!
Uchiha Itachi!
Don’t tell me this is the night of the Uchiha massacre!
While frantically thinking, Seigen searched through the memories of this body, trying to absorb everything he could.
After a brief headache, the truth finally became clear.
The body he had inherited belonged to a thirteen-year-old named Uchiha Seigen.
The outrageous part was that Seigen had been Itachi’s childhood friend.
They had grown up together since they were little.
Earlier that night, Seigen had noticed an ANBU operative acting suspiciously around the Uchiha compound.
The figure looked remarkably like his close friend, Uchiha Itachi, so he secretly followed to investigate.
Only after watching the ANBU enter the clan’s territory and slaughter an entire household did Seigen finally realize what was happening.
Has the village finally decided to move against the Uchiha Clan?
But…
why is it Itachi?
Yes.
Seigen recognized the swordsmanship immediately.
The ANBU’s blade techniques were identical to those of his best friend.
No!
I have to warn the clan immediately!
Realizing how serious the situation was, Seigen quietly turned to leave.
He had almost reached the front gate when an agonizing pain erupted from his waist.
…Itachi…
has he arrived?
Itachi stood silently behind him.
He slowly pulled the short blade back out of Seigen’s body.
“Itachi…
is that you…?
Why would you…”
Having lost too much blood, Uchiha Seigen slumped against the wall as darkness swallowed his vision.
That was the moment Seigen transmigrated into his body.
My mentality is collapsing…
What kind of hellish start is this?
System!
Cheat!
Old grandpa!
Hurry up and come out!
If you don’t show up now, I’m dead!
Staring at the boy before him, Seigen screamed inwardly with all his might.
Perhaps heaven had truly heard his desperate plea.
A heavenly voice echoed inside his mind.
[Mission Issued: Prevent the Uchiha Clan from being exterminated.]
[Reward: Wood Release.]
The moment the system issued its first mission, Seigen hurriedly shouted in his mind again.
A beginner’s gift pack!
Do I at least get a beginner’s gift pack?!
[System: Awarding one pair of Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
Detecting that the host is currently critically injured…
Repairing…
Repair complete.]
Seigen instinctively touched his abdomen.
The wound that had been pierced by Itachi’s blade had completely disappeared.
“Seigen…
It looks like your injuries have healed…” Itachi said quietly as he advanced one step at a time, his bloodstained blade still in hand.
“But…
please forgive me.”
After receiving the beginner’s gift pack, Seigen’s confidence swelled.
He remembered that Itachi had already awakened his Mangekyo Sharingan, but there was no comparison between an ordinary Mangekyo and an Eternal Mangekyo in terms of ocular power.
Besides, the system’s mission was to stop the Uchiha Clan from being annihilated.
Even if he stopped Itachi tonight, the village would simply send someone else tomorrow.
If not “Itachi,” then “Itachi Eight” or “Itachi Nine.”
The best solution was to lead the entire Uchiha Clan out of Konoha.
So before anything else, Seigen decided to use the strongest technique of all—
Talk-no-Jutsu.
“Itachi…
are you really going to slaughter your own clansmen?
Kill the people closest to you?”
A trace of pain flashed through Itachi’s eyes.
“You wouldn’t understand, Seigen.”
Come on, Itachi.
You’re only thirteen.
Could you stop talking like some thirty-year-old who’s seen the entire world?
“This was the village’s mission, wasn’t it?”
Itachi remained silent.
He never once dared to meet Seigen’s eyes.
“Or do you really believe that wiping out the Uchiha Clan will bring peace to the village?”
You’re just a kid barely in your teens.
There was no need to shoulder all of this.
Being mature for your age was one thing, but your worldview wasn’t even fully formed yet.
You spent every day worrying about the village, peace, and the future.
No wonder the higher-ups manipulated you so easily.
“Uchiha Itachi.
Finish him.”
A cold voice drifted in from outside the house.
The Root shinobi had been sent by Danzo to supervise Itachi and ensure the mission was completed.
He hadn’t expected Itachi to be delayed by this lone survivor.
“It looks like I’m running out of time.” Seigen glanced toward the window with a mocking smile.
“…Mm.”
Even though Itachi wanted to speak with his childhood friend a little longer, orders were orders.
So…
the first person had to be Seigen…
A trace of reluctance flickered through Itachi’s heart.
Yet the blade in his hand still swung toward Seigen without hesitation.
“Uchiha Itachi…
looks like it’s time to give you a little surprise.”
“????”