Uchiha Kyosuke

What did it feel like to wake up one day and discover that he had transmigrated into the Naruto World?

Others might not know, but Kyosuke found it incredibly frustrating.

Coming to the Naruto World would have been fine. He could have raised fish in Konoha, flirted with the beauties from the original story, and lived an utterly blissful life.

But what the hell was transmigrating into the Warring States Period?

Clutching his faintly aching head, Kyosuke staggered over to the mirror. Looking at the unusually delicate face reflected within, he could not help but give a bitter smile.

The Warring States Period—it was known as the darkest era of the ninja world.

The great clans slaughtered one another for profit, and it was far from rare to see five- or six-year-old children on the battlefield.

Take the boy in the mirror, Uchiha Kyosuke. At only seven years old, he had already been sent out on a mission to assassinate enemies behind their lines.

"This is downright inhumane." Kyosuke sighed softly.

Having transmigrated into Indra's bloodline, he was destined never to know peace. Fortunately, Kyosuke possessed a resilient nature and quickly adjusted his mindset.

Compared to the issue of his identity, there was something else that concerned him more.

In the mirror, a sinister crimson glow was shining in his eyes.

The Sharingan! "Awakening the Sharingan at seven... I'd probably scare a lot of people to death if word got out."

This was not the Konoha era. Uchiha Itachi awakened his eyes at eight, while Uchiha Sasuke had done so at seven.

It made it seem like no big deal.

But an ordinary Uchiha Clan member generally had to wait until sixteen or seventeen before gaining the ability to awaken their bloodline limit.

In the original story, Lord Madara had awakened his eyes at fifteen and was already hailed as a once-in-a-generation genius.

Kyosuke knew very well that if this news spread, he would immediately escape the fate of cannon fodder and receive the clan's full support and training.

However, excessively shocking talent also invited hostility.

The forces that hated the Uchiha Clan would never sit by and watch him grow up safely. Assassination attempts were inevitable.

Besides, Black Zetsu was lurking in the shadows. If that old schemer set his sights on him, the young Kyosuke would have no way to deal with it.

"I should keep it hidden for now. Uchiha Tajma is no broad-minded man."

Tajma was the current head of the Uchiha Clan, and Madara and Izuna's biological father.

He was gloomy and deeply calculating, a true ambitious tyrant.

Everyone liked geniuses, but there had to be a limit.

If Uchiha Tajma decided that Kyosuke's existence threatened his two sons, Kyosuke's fate would likely not be pleasant.

"The Sharingan most likely awakened because of the fusion of my soul."

"I can feel my spiritual power growing stronger almost every moment."

"In short, as long as I can lie low, I'll have a chance to turn things around in the future."

After changing into the light armor unique to the Warring States Period and arranging the Ninja Tools pouch at his waist, Kyosuke lifted the curtain and strode out of the tent.

This place was located in the south of the Land of Fire, territory inhabited by clans such as the Nara Clan, Akimichi Clan, and Yamanaka Clan.

These clans had always been on good terms with the Senju Clan. With the war at a critical point, the uneasy Tajma had deployed a large number of troops to guard against a surprise attack from the Three Clans.

Kyosuke arrived at the assembly point without rushing. Maintaining his quiet persona, he appeared casual on the surface, but was actually discreetly observing the situation around him.

On the platform, a Jonin from the Southern Legion was explaining the mission.

"According to intelligence, the Three Clans are secretly relocating their members. The Clan Head suspects they are preparing to join the Senju Clan."

"For Uchiha's glory, we must stop the enemy!"

"Ooh!!!" He symbolically shouted along with the crowd a couple of times before falling into thought.

His memories told him that the Jonin was named Hikoichi, a direct subordinate of Uchiha Tajma.

The Southern Legion was currently under the control of Elder Uchiha Rei. This man was extraordinarily powerful and had always coveted the position of Clan Head.

"Perhaps I can make some use of that." After a moment of silence, Kyosuke began considering the mission ahead.

For all Uchiha Hikoichi's righteous talk, they were really being sent to slaughter the enemy's elderly, women, and children.

Without descendants, the next generation of talent would suffer a massive gap. For any clan, that was a devastating blow.

Talk of relocating and trying to join the Senju Clan was merely rhetoric meant to sway public opinion.

Putting aside what might happen in the future, at least for now, the Three Clans were indisputably powerful noble clans of the Land of Fire.

They had large populations and formidable military strength. Otherwise, there would have been no need for the Southern Legion.

Under such circumstances, only an idiot would choose to join the Senju Clan.

The Uchiha Clan represented evil, but did they really think the Senju Clan was any better? Still, Kyosuke had underestimated his clansmen's stupidity.

The twisted, ferocious faces around him and their unceasing curses constantly reminded him that widespread brain damage truly existed within the Uchiha Clan.

"Fanatics are terrifying." Kyosuke shook his head as a bad feeling gradually rose within him.

Leaving aside the Yamanaka Clan and Akimichi Clan, the Nara Clan was a clan renowned for producing wise men.

Were they idiots? This concerned the continuation of their clans. Would they really let the Uchiha Clan succeed so easily?

At that moment, two words kept circling through young Kyosuke's mind. A trap!

"What should I do? Step forward and warn them directly?"

After thinking about it briefly, he rejected the idea. "These aren't things a seven-year-old child should know."

"If I really say it, what awaits me will definitely be interrogation and torture."

After agonizing over it for a long while, Kyosuke could only come up with a less-than-ideal plan.

If things truly became impossible, he would simply escape the clan's control, leave the Land of Fire, and seek a way to survive in another country.

"The Land of Earth is a good choice. Even in the later era, it will still hold a place among the strongest powers."

"Forget the Land of Water. It's even more chaotic than the Land of Fire."

Kyosuke, his mind full of thoughts of defecting, soon discovered that the situation differed somewhat from what he had expected.

On the southern battlefield, faced with the increasingly severe threat of the Uchiha Clan, the Nara Clan had decided to secretly relocate their people.

To prevent spies from infiltrating, the Nara Clan had deliberately arranged several decoys. While confusing the enemy, they could also trap them along the way.

If that old bastard Uchiha Rei got carried away, they might even be able to use this opportunity to end the war.

Yet the Nara Clan never expected that the plan, known only to a handful of high-ranking members, would truly encounter an accident.

By the time the three Clan Heads received the news, the Southern Legion's forces had already closed in on the transport convoy.

"Quick! Reinforce them at all costs!" The Akimichi Clan Head's furious roar echoed throughout the encampment.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Kyosuke was genuinely bewildered.

Not because they had fallen for the trap—on the contrary, the entire mission had progressed exceptionally smoothly.

It felt as though the other side had deliberately delivered themselves to their doorstep.

The strange turn of events made his skin crawl, as if an invisible hand behind the scenes were controlling the entire affair.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, Kyosuke looked at the trembling women and children before him and fell into thought.

Should he kill them or not?