Welcome back, Uchiha Nagi.
This is the story that belongs to “you”~
Whether it is the Uchiha, Konoha, or the Akatsuki, everyone has missed “you” so much!
And so the story begins—
It seems you were cursed.
The process from life to death is something every normal person must experience.
You thought you had died, only to be born anew once more.
Again and again…
Until you began to wonder whether you had already gone mad.
You began to think about the meaning of existence, searching for so-called bonds and love.
Through countless cycles of reincarnation, you gradually began to forget the past.
“I…
who am I?”
“I am Uchiha Nagi!
No!
No!
I’m not…
Just what am I…”
In the darkness, you saw yourself—or, more accurately, your previous life.
You named Uchiha Showa.
“Chiri, Izanagi cannot be handed over.
The clan will lose their reason because of this power.” You held a long blade in your right hand, your appearance strikingly beautiful.
The woman called Chiri had purple hair and a calm expression.
“Showa, I understand the reasoning, but Izanagi exists precisely to prevent deaths in war.”
“No.
They will use Izanagi to pursue ultimate power.
When that time comes, all of us will head toward destruction.” After saying that, you threw the long blade onto the ground and left.
You became famous in your first battle against the Senju, becoming the Uchiha’s strongest genius.
Because a noble specifically hired you, you met Uchiha Chiri.
Your personalities suited each other, and you quickly became one another’s confidants.
Over the years of carrying out missions, your actions were crafty and you loved schemes.
As your reputation grew louder and louder, you provoked no small number of blood feuds.
Chiri, however, was kind and upright.
She was braver in certain choices, and could be considered the only Uchiha ninja with a good reputation in the ninja world.
With reputations at two extremes, the two of you also differed on certain ideas.
Uchiha Chiri possessed extraordinary talent in developing ninjutsu.
Izanagi first appeared during a sparring match between her and you.
After returning to the Uchiha, each of you formed your own faction.
You chose to force your teacher, Uchiha Xi, to step down, and as you wished, became the Great Elder, grasping absolute authority over the hawk faction.
Uchiha Chiri founded the dove faction and became its first elder.
Because she already had a good name outside the clan, she soon gained followers as well.
At first, the various internal political factions were harmonious, without major conflicts.
Your governing ability was even more outstanding than your performance on the battlefield.
Under the hawk faction’s rule, the clan’s strength rose greatly; even the equally renowned Senju Clan was no match for you.
As an elder, you were strongly opposed to the widespread transmission of Izanagi.
At the same time, you proposed the idea of waging war across the entire ninja world to achieve peace, which made the Uchiha Clan even more uneasy.
The faction governed by Chiri rejected your extreme idea, believing that war should be ended through the power of love and protection, not more slaughter.
Seeing the clan’s intense opposition, you did not cling to it too stubbornly, and continued to improve your strength and plan wars against the outside.
A few months later, on a large battlefield against the Senju, almost every Uchiha joined the battle.
Even with you personally commanding them, many clan members still died in that fight.
Because of the clan’s heavy casualties, both you and Chiri were deeply shaken, and almost simultaneously awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Many Mangekyo experts appeared within the clan as well, and the Uchiha reached an unprecedented peak.
The Uchiha’s might spread far and wide.
Nobles treated you all with courtesy, and other ninja clans did not dare confront you directly.
With the Mangekyo Sharingan, your previous idea became even stronger, and you repeatedly acted on your own to attack other countries.
Faced with you, who had become famous at a young age, the great nations tried to assassinate you, only to be counter-schemed instead, causing the internal politics of those nations to be reshuffled.
The ninja world grew even more turbulent.
Wars broke out everywhere.
The Uchiha began to stop your actions from within, but having tasted power, you were unwilling to let go, and successively provoked wars between several countries.
Uchiha Chiri finally took action, suppressing the chaos of war.
After a long talk with you through the night, the two of you completely broke apart because of your differing ideals.
You wanted to fight for the position of clan head, but met strong internal opposition and were rejected on the grounds that your methods were too extreme.
Unwilling to accept it, you wanted to solve things with force, and Uchiha Chiri stepped forward once again.
Unexpectedly, you stopped your killing intent.
After being stripped of your position as elder, you no longer interfered in clan affairs.
Later, several elders inside the Uchiha died for unknown reasons.
The truth was right before everyone’s eyes, but no one dared stand up and speak.
Uchiha Chiri handed over Izanagi.
After the clan obtained this power, a destructive internal conflict unique to the Uchiha broke out.
The last time the clan saw you, you left behind only a few words: “My eyes have seen the decline of the Uchiha.
This world is filled with illusions; only pain never lies.”
“The Uchiha are like people sitting in a grave, only waiting to be buried.
Chiri will surely pay the price for her foolishness.”
To end this internal strife, Uchiha Chiri invented the forbidden technique that restrained Izanagi—Izanami.
At the same time, Uchiha Chiri paid the price of her life, just as you had said.
Countless Mangekyo experts died in that internal conflict, but at that time the ninja world still feared your existence, and no one dared act rashly.
After you died from an attack by a strange creature, the Uchiha and the Senju Clan remained locked in a stalemate from then on.
As for Izanagi and Izanami, they completely became Uchiha forbidden techniques and were no longer opened to the clan.
This was Uchiha Showa’s past.
You suddenly realized that this so-called previous life was nothing more than a bizarre dream.
Because at this moment, you were not Uchiha Showa at all, but Uchiha Nagi, standing on a battlefield.
Your eyes snapped open.
Heavy clouds were like ink, pressing dully upon your heart, swallowing the already faint moonlight completely.
Fine threads of rain wove a cold net between heaven and earth.
The wind roared past, hurling raindrops hard against the ground and splashing up muddy water.
A lonely lamp flickered, its dim light shining on your despairing face.
The long blade beside you was stained with blood, and the cold gleam along its edge looked especially dull in the rain.
You watched your companions’ corpses being mercilessly washed by the rain, bloodstains spreading through the muddy water.
Every now and then, the dying screams of people on the verge of death came to your ears, only to be swallowed at once by the endless rain.
Raindrops struck the armor on your body like the knocks of the god of death.
Looking into the distance, your eyes were full of sorrow and helplessness.
Alone in this rainy night, shrouded in grief, you did not know whether you would still have the courage tomorrow to face this hell of slaughter.
“Time to go back…
I wonder whether my little brother ate properly today.” You tightened your grip on the samurai blade, glanced at the corpses covering the ground, and finally turned your head away.
The rain soaked your cloak, and the thick smell of blood was diluted.
For some reason, an inexplicable unease rose in your heart, and your steps quickened a little more.
In the dark, damp Uchiha dungeon, candlelight was dim and the atmosphere oppressive.
The Great Elder of the old faction had already been waiting for a long time.
“Although this mission suffered heavy losses, you did well.
As expected of the Uchiha’s sharpest blade.”
Looking at the Great Elder’s hypocritical face, you could not help smiling mockingly.
“Unfortunately, only one such death warrior is left now.
I have the current clan head to thank for that.”
Not long ago, the newly appointed clan head, Uchiha Tajima, had ordered the clan to forbid the training of death warriors, and your little brother had almost walked the same path as you.
Thank goodness…
he did not.
Every clan had death warriors, but only the Uchiha were the most cruel.
They brainwashed and terrified orphans within the clan who were only four or five years old, forcibly awakening the kekkei genkai that symbolized power—the Sharingan.
You hid in the darkness, your hands stained with hatred, weighing the chips of every mission with life and death.
The Uchiha’s death warriors obeyed the old faction, not the clan head’s orders, so they were also a grave concern for Tajima.
After he ordered the training of death warriors forbidden, the old faction’s last batch of death warriors experienced a bitter battle with the Senju Clan, and only you survived.
Having seen too many schemes and too much darkness, you knew clearly that this ninja world was beyond saving.
The era you lived in was called the Warring States period by the ninja world.
People lived by clan, and based on relationships of hiring and being hired, they waged wars for their own interests.
Under the bounties of nobles, wars between clans never ceased.
Children often had to join the battlefield, causing the average lifespan of civilians and ninja to be very short, only around thirty years.
Ninja hated war deeply—or perhaps, they were already tired of lives without stability.
Even so, they still could not stop war from happening.
Before this, you had always believed that the rotten ninja world would surely welcome its rightful master, who would end war and bring true peace.
“If you did not still have value to use, talking back to this old man like that would make you wish you were dead.
Withdraw!” The Great Elder was enraged by your words, and three red tomoe appeared in his eyes.
Seeing this, your eyes also began to change.
Both of you had Three Tomoe Sharingan, and the two of you simply remained locked in a standoff.
“Great Elder, please don’t damage your health with anger.
I will withdraw first.” Your tone carried some teasing.
He wanted to intimidate you with strength?
Unfortunately, you were no longer the weak orphan you had once been.
As you left, you faintly heard the Great Elder’s cold snort, but it did not matter.
As long as Asuku was safe, that was enough.
The sky had gone completely dark.
No lamp was lit inside the house, and it was so quiet it seemed no one was there.
Only after entering the house did you discover that the food your little brother had left for you had long since gone cold.
The unease in your heart grew stronger and stronger.
You paced back and forth inside the house, pressing your hands together, praying only that nothing had happened to Asuku…
Even though you were worried, you were a death warrior.
Without orders from the old faction, you could not appear in the light.
This became the thing you regretted most in your entire life.
The next day, many clan members went to the center of the clan grounds to claim corpses.
No one spoke; only silence could cover the wailing in their hearts.
Uchiha Asuku had been brutally tortured before his death, his limbs broken apart.
This was a provocation from the Hagoromo Clan.
Your only little brother was dead, and the hatred should be inherited by you.
You did not know whether it was from pain or something else, but you suddenly burst into laughter, a bleak sound within it.
In the corner, you held your little brother’s corpse tightly, the three tomoe in your eyes spinning continuously.
Blood kept flowing from your eyes.
The eyes that had originally held three tomoe transformed at this moment into the Mangekyo Sharingan.
“Asuku, wait for your big sister to come back.”
When you arrived at the Hagoromo clan grounds, they were still gathered around bonfires, celebrating today’s attack on the Uchiha.
Because your presence was so strong, the Hagoromo Clan ninja immediately discovered you, an outsider.
Seeing the familiar high-collared blue robe, someone instantly cried out, “Someone from the Uchiha has broken into the clan grounds!”
Some panicked and some remained calm.
Very soon, you were surrounded by Hagoromo ninja.
Seeing that only one person had come, the Hagoromo Clan immediately lowered their guard.
They sized you up: a sickly body.
Why would you dare come alone into the Hagoromo clan grounds?
But they found out very quickly.
Those Three Tomoe eyes transformed into the Mangekyo form, followed by a ghostlike one-sided slaughter.
After who knew how long, this place had become a ruin, and you only felt that your eyes seemed unable to see clearly.
When Uchiha Tajima arrived here with the clan members, he smelled a dense stench of blood.
At a glance, he saw you leaning against the rock wall, surrounded by Hagoromo Clan corpses.
You wore Uchiha clothing, your face drenched in blood so that no one could make out your true appearance.
A black high ponytail, cold white skin, slightly pursed red lips, and those blood-red eyes.
She had actually awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Tajima was first stunned, then approached you.
“You killed them.”
Hearing the voice, you felt it was inexplicably familiar, as if you had heard it somewhere before.
Then you suddenly remembered.
This was the voice of the clan head, Uchiha Tajima.
Because your vision was blurred, you could only look toward the source of the sound.
“Yes.”
Your little brother’s death left you like a walking corpse at this moment.
Revenge merely laid the dead to rest; how could it comfort the living?
Perhaps war and hatred were themselves a dead loop, never to cease for all eternity…
Although Tajima knew nothing, he could still sense the extremely sorrowful chakra aura around you.
“Your name?” Tajima asked.
A clan member with such strength had to receive more attention.
You pulled up the corners of your mouth and smiled, though the smile clearly did not reach your eyes.
“My name is Uchiha Nagi.”
Uchiha Nagi?
Uchiha Tajima seemed to have heard this name before.
It was said that she was the strongest death warrior the old faction had ever produced.
Any assassination mission she took on had never failed.
Strange…
Why would Uchiha Nagi appear here?
Before Tajima could finish thinking, the old faction led by Uchiha Yoshio had already arrived.
“Uchiha Nagi!
Without orders from the old faction, how dare you act on your own!” The rebuke was rather shrill.
One could imagine how hateful this matter was to the Great Elder.
You lightly glanced at the Great Elder, a somewhat unreadable killing intent in your eyes.
“Why did my little brother die?
I ask Uchiha Yoshio to tell me why!” You stood up and pulled your own blade from the corpse beside your feet.
Hearing your question, Uchiha Yoshio did not think he had done anything wrong.
“Dying on the battlefield was his glorious mission.
Do you not even understand that?”
“Heh!” That grandiose excuse made you sneer.
With one rise and fall of your blade, Uchiha Yoshio had no time to resist before his head fell and rolled across the ground.
This action stunned everyone.
They looked at you warily, and one clan member spoke: “Uchiha Nagi, are you planning to rebel?”
Seeing you deal with his opposing faction, Uchiha Tajima felt incomparably pleased inside, but none of it showed on his face.
“What are you doing?”
“As you can see.”
From then on, you left the old faction and betrayed the Uchiha.
You traveled through the great nations, watching countless wars occur, and began to question what meaning there was in the ninja world’s existence.
Until one night, you suddenly received a letter from an unknown sender.