Note: The main story will take place in the One Piece World, but the first stage will involve leaving a parting gift for Konoha.
This will last about sixteen chapters and serves to set the stage for some of the trump cards used later in the One Piece World.
If any readers really don’t want to read the first arc, you can skip directly to around Chapter 16.
Secondly, this isn’t a completely mindless power fantasy; it’s more like semi-mindless.
The protagonist starts by using schemes or intelligence to set up plots, but the enemies he faces at each stage can be considered’satisfying’ in a power fantasy sense.
Thirdly, the goal for this story is likely to have no female lead.
Even if there is one, it would be Uchiha Izumi, not someone from the One Piece World.
The protagonist is an extreme egoist and won’t let his lower half control his upper half.
For example, if the Empress tries to act superior in front of him, he won’t hesitate to kill her.
Fourthly: I have already completed one million-word novel and one six-hundred-thousand-word novel.
Including the draft, this book already has about two hundred thousand words, so there’s no need to worry about it being dropped.
Fifthly: My understanding of One Piece isn’t actually very deep.
Some details are searched for online.
If you find any issues, please leave a comment and tag me; I will correct them as soon as possible.
Sixthly: One last thing, I want this book to last a long time, so some parts will be quite detailed, but it’s really not filler.
It’s similar to an ensemble cast story; the protagonist isn’t omnipotent and will need to rely on the clan.
Year 54 of Konoha.
In the Uchiha Clan’s territory, the morning mist hadn’t fully dissipated.
The bluestone path was dampened by dew, glinting with a faint, cool light.
“Young Master Shin!”
“Lord Shin, are you going to see Clan Leader Fugaku?”
Clansmen along the way stopped one after another, greeting him with smiles.
The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a light gray robe with an inconspicuous Uchiha fan emblem embroidered on the collar.
Hearing them, he merely nodded calmly and continued walking toward the clan leader’s residence without stopping.
But just as he turned a street corner, his footsteps came to a sudden halt.
His pupils suddenly surged into a crimson red, three black tomoe slowly rotating as his gaze pinned precisely onto the shadow of the tall tower behind and to his side.
Atop the tower, two members of Root wearing animal masks were staring down at his back, their eyes filled with undisguised malice.
“What’s he so arrogant about?
Just a bunch of cursed trash,” one of them whispered, his tone laced with blatant contempt.
“Once Lord Danzo gives the order, not a single one of these Uchiha will be left alive.”
“Hmph, I really don’t know why the Hokage-sama is stopping us,” the other replied, even more aggressively.
“These guys were always Konoha’s greatest source of trouble!”
Across a distance of dozens of meters, the wind blew the fragmented conversation into pieces, but the Sharingan had already read their lip movements clearly.
Uchiha Xia Yin’s hands hanging at his sides slowly clenched, his knuckles turning white.
The killing intent in his eyes was like dry straw meeting a spark, surging upward uncontrollably.
How long has it been since Shisui died?
The Village’s surveillance of the Uchiha had reached the point where they didn’t even bother with superficial pretenses anymore.
This kind of almost undisguised surveillance…
never mind the Uchiha Clan, whose scouting abilities were second only to the Hyuga Clan in all of Konoha!
Even the most ordinary scout Ninja could easily perceive it.
This was practically writing ‘I’m treating you like a prisoner’ on their faces!
But what could he do?
In terms of strength, although he had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan early on, his eleven-year-old body hadn’t fully developed.
His Chakra capacity and physical stamina were stuck at a bottleneck; at best, he barely reached the threshold of an ordinary Jonin.
In terms of prestige, his parents were once high-ranking members of the clan, but they died two years ago in a so-called border mission—it was on that day, with blood splattered across his face, amidst intense pain and hatred, that he successfully awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Now that his parents were gone, even if his aunt was the clan leader’s wife, Uchiha Mikoto, what could a mere family connection count for in the face of the overwhelming suspicion from Konoha’s upper echelons?
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a faint blue light screen that only he could see floated before him.
[Host: Uchiha Xia Yin]
[Strength: Jonin]
[Bloodline: Three-Tomoe Sharingan]
[Bound Clan: Uchiha]
[System Status: Not activated.
Please complete the novice task to unlock as soon as possible]
[Novice Task: Bide Your Time, Flee and Hibernate — Lead over 70% of the Uchiha Clan members to the New World to establish a new foundation]
[Task Reward: Full system unlock, Novice Gift Pack x1]
The light screen flickered slightly before his eyes.
Shin’s fingernails dug into his palms.
Year 54 of Konoha.
There was only one year left until that fated night of genocide, destined to be a river of blood.
He had tried every method; activating the system was now his last resort.
He had already tested and hinted to Uchiha Fugaku four times, both openly and secretly, but the man still naively anticipated the mercy of Konoha’s leadership.
“Sigh, today is the last time.
If Fugaku is still unwilling, then even if I die, I’ll take all of Konoha with me!” When Uchiha Xia Yin opened his eyes again, it was as if he had made a certain decision.
If he failed to persuade Fugaku to agree to a clan-wide retreat to bide their time today, then Uchiha Xia Yin would not hesitate to detonate all the explosive tags he had found—tags planted decades ago during the Second Great Ninja War by the trap master Gennosuke of the Haze Village.
During this period, using his Three-Tomoe Sharingan and his convenient position in the Konoha Military Police Force, he had already located all the hidden explosive tags throughout Konoha.
His vengeful nature to the core made Uchiha Xia Yin prepare for the worst.
Either he succeeded in making Uchiha Fugaku agree to his plan today, or he would completely detonate those tags, gather his father’s former followers, and at any cost kill Uzumaki Naruto to release the Nine-Tailed and drag all of Konoha into the abyss.
He was naturally vengeful; this was a principle etched into his soul from his past life.
Since Konoha already treated the Uchiha as a pest that must be eradicated, he didn’t mind letting this ‘pest’ truly fall upon their heads.
When others suspect you possess a weapon of mass destruction, you’d better actually have one!
This was a memory Uchiha Xia Yin had etched into his bones from his previous life.
A few minutes later, the black lacquered wooden door of the Uchiha Clan leader’s mansion was knocked thrice.
“Coming, please wait a moment.”
A gentle voice answered from inside, and a moment later, the wooden door was pulled open slightly.
Uchiha Mikoto stood behind the door, her dark hair loosely tied back.
Her plain kimono made her features look gentle; she was a rare piece of softness without any sharp edges in this territory soaked in hostility.
Seeing Shin outside the door, a layer of joy first spread through her eyes.
She raised her hand to gently rub the boy’s head, her fingertips still carrying the fresh scent of recently washed green plums.
“Auntie,” Shin said, lowering his head slightly with the respect of a junior.
“What, here to discuss matters with your uncle again?” Mikoto stepped aside to let him in, a hint of hard-to-detect worry hidden in her eyes.
In the past half month, this nephew had come four or five times.
Every time he left, Fugaku would sit in the tea room until late at night, his brow never unknitting.
Shin kept his eyes lowered, his voice very soft yet carrying a determination that left no room for regret: “Yes.
Today should be the last time.”
Mikoto’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, but she didn’t ask further, only calling out toward the house: “Fugaku, Shin is here.”
The sliding door was pulled open, revealing the scene in the tea room.
Uchiha Fugaku was kneeling before a low table, files from the Military Police Force spread out in front of him.
A cold teacup sat to the side; he had clearly been sitting there for a long time.
Seeing Shin enter, he first let out a heavy sigh: “Shin, you’ve come.”
Shin acknowledged him and, at his gesture, sat down across the low table.
The atmosphere was as heavy as frozen ice.
Mikoto spoke softly: “I’ll go brew a fresh pot of tea for you both.”
Fugaku didn’t stop her, but Shin shook his head calmly: “No need, Auntie.
You should hear this as well; there’s no need to avoid it.”
“Hmm?”
As soon as he said this, Fugaku’s brow instantly twisted into a knot.
In the previous visits, no matter how harsh the boy’s words were, he always avoided Mikoto.
Today’s stance suggested he intended to lay everything out on the table without leaving any room for maneuver.
He actually already had an idea.
After four or five visits, the meaning behind Shin’s words was nothing more than persuading him to take the entire clan and leave Konoha.
But leaving?
Easier said than done.
Konoha was established by the Uchiha and the Senju together.
This was their Root, the home they had guarded for fifty years.
How could they just leave?
Just as his thoughts were surging, the boy’s voice across from him turned cold, sharp as whetted ice.
“Uncle, you should be clear about why I’m here today.”
Fugaku was silent for a long time, his fingertips rubbing the edge of the cold cup.
He spoke hoarsely: “Is it for…
the matter of leaving Konoha?”
Beside them, Mikoto’s face suddenly turned pale, the tea tray in her hand almost slipping.
But looking at Shin’s tense profile, she ultimately didn’t speak to interrupt.
She understood this nephew very well.
He had been steady and independent since childhood, precocious beyond his years.
Ever since her brother and sister-in-law died in that border mission two years ago, the child had become increasingly silent, his eyes always hiding something heavy that she couldn’t understand.
“Uncle, even now, do you still hold hope for Konoha?” Shin looked up, his gaze pinning directly onto Fugaku’s face without flinching.
Fugaku’s voice remained slow and heavy, carrying the stubbornness of a clan leader: “Konoha was founded by the Uchiha Clan—”
“But there has long since been no place for the Uchiha here!” Shin interrupted him abruptly, his voice suddenly rising.
“Shin!
You are being too extreme!”
“Is it me being extreme, or you being too idealistic?!” Shin refused to yield an inch, his crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan instantly surging forth.
“Shisui is already dead!
I don’t care if you’ve hidden a Mangekyo Sharingan; on the surface, in the entire Uchiha Clan, who else is there besides you whose name is remembered by enemy nations and who can hold the field?!”
At this point, there was no longer any need for concealment.
All reservations and all detours were completely torn away today.
“Shin!
What exactly are you trying to say?!” Fugaku’s face also darkened.
“Your brother Itachi has already entered the Anbu, and the Hokage-sama—”
“Has he entered the Anbu, or has he been brainwashed by them?!” Shin interrupted him again, every word like a knife.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a proper talk with him?
Do you know who he’s in contact with every day, or what he’s doing?!”
“Shin!
You’ve gone too far!”
“Uchiha Itachi has already decided to join forces with Konoha’s upper echelons to purge the entire Uchiha Clan.”
Shin’s voice was flat, yet it sounded like a thunderclap exploding in the small tea room.
“He’s allied with that masked man and plans to strike the entire clan before long.
Only by doing this can he save the life of his precious younger brother, Uchiha Sasuke.”
“What nonsense are you talking!” Fugaku slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his crimson Sharingan staring deathly at Shin, his chest heaving violently.
“Shin!
If you dare slander Itachi one more time, don’t blame me for disregarding our family ties!”