So, this should count as...
Was I set up?
By that illusory World Will whose existence was still uncertain.
A look of hesitation slowly appeared on Uchiha Nobuhiko's face, but his gaze gradually turned cold.
In every previous life, he had probably never thought too deeply about anything. He had simply acted on instinct—finding outsiders, then hunting them down. He had thought of nothing else. Even when he vaguely sensed something, he had not dwelled on it, merely repeating the work of hunting outsiders.
To be honest, perhaps because he possessed the unusual ability to be reborn, during the early and middle stages, he had still retained a basic sense of gratitude for every rebirth. After all, without that ability, he would have died long ago and never seen so much of the world.
But as he died again and again, the pain of death and the fear that accumulated with it, coupled with the Shinobi World's disappointing state and the despair of each life being filled only with conflict, his mentality had gradually begun to change in the later stages, closer to the present. Until this life, after gaining a younger brother—an exceptionally outstanding younger brother—he decided to break free from this fate of dying over and over.
Yes, Uchiha Hirohiko's appearance had actually been the most important, and primary, reason that drove him to resist.
After all, he had been reborn so many times. With all those memories and experiences combined, he was already someone several hundred years old. And although he had been born lacking in talent, that did not mean he had always been stupid. He had already sensed something, and with the arrival of this younger brother who had never existed before, he realized that in this life, he might have found a way to