Uchiha Kyosuke

What kind of feeling was it to wake up and discover that you had transmigrated into the Naruto world?

Others might not know, but at least Kyosuke felt a huge headache.

Transmigrating to the Naruto world was one thing; raising fish in Konoha and flirting with the beauties from the original story would have been an extremely comfortable life.

Yet what the hell was it to transmigrate into the Warring States Period?

Clutching his vaguely throbbing head, Kyosuke staggered over to a mirror. Looking at the unusually delicate face within it, he could not help but give a wry smile.

The Warring States Period, an era that could be called the darkest times of the Shinobi World.

Major clans slaughtered each other for the sake of interests, and five or six-year-old children were not particularly rare on the battlefield.

Take the youth named "Uchiha Kyosuke" in the mirror for example: at only seven years of age, he was sent out to execute an assassination mission behind enemy lines.

"It's simply devoid of any humanity," Kyosuke sighed softly.

Having transmigrated to become a bloodline of Indra, his life was destined to be unsettled. Fortunately, Kyosuke's temperament was resilient, and he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Compared to the issue of his identity, there was one matter he cared about even more right now.

His eyes in the mirror were currently flashing with a touch of ominous, scarlet light.

Sharingan!

"Awakening the Sharingan at age seven, leaking this out is going to frighten a batch of people to death."

This was nothing like the Konoha era, where Uchiha Itachi awakened his eyes at age eight, and Uchiha Sasuke even completed this feat at age seven.

It looked as if it were no big deal.

You had to know that ordinary Uchiha members had to wait until at least sixteen or seventeen years old to have the ability to awaken the bloodline limit.

In the original story, Grandpa Madara awakened his eyes at age fifteen, and he had already been hailed as a rare, peerless genius.

Kyosuke knew very well that if the news got out, he would immediately shake off the fate of cannon fodder and receive vigorous cultivation from within the Family.

However, too astonishing a talent would likewise invite hostility.

Those factions hostile to the Uchiha Clan could not possibly sit back and watch him develop healthily; assassination was bound to happen.

Besides, there was also the existence of that old schemer Black Zetsu in the dark. In the event that he was targeted, the young Kyosuke would simply have no way to respond.

"Let's conceal it for the time being. Tajima Uchiha is not some broad-minded sort."

Tajima, the contemporary Clan Leader of the Uchiha Clan, the biological father of Madara and Izuna.

This man possessed a gloomy personality and deep scheming, a quintessential overlord figure.

Genius, everyone liked them, but everything had to have its limits.

Once Tajima Uchiha believed that Kyosuke's existence threatened his two sons, then his end would mostly not be wonderful.

The awakening of the Sharingan is in all probability the result of soul fusion.

I can feel that my spiritual energy is growing stronger almost every single moment.

In a word, if I stay low, I will have the chance to turn the tables in the future.

Changing into the light armor unique to the Warring States, and organizing the ninja tool 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, belonging to the habitats of tribes such as the Akimichi, Nara, and Yamanaka.

These clans had historically been on good terms with the Senju, and right now it was precisely the critical period of the war. A worried Tajima had dispatched a large amount of troops to guard against sneak attacks by the Three Clans.

Arriving at the rendezvous point unhurriedly, Kyosuke maintained a taciturn persona. Seemingly casual on the surface, he was actually quietly observing the surrounding situation.

On the elevated platform, a Jonin of the Southern Army was expounding on the current mission.

"According to intelligence leaks, the Three Clans are secretly transferring members. The Clan Leader suspects they are preparing to defect to the Senju Clan."

"For the glory of the Uchiha, we must stop the enemy!"

Ooh!!!

Symbolically following the crowd in letting out a couple of roars, Kyosuke fell into deep thought.

Memories told him the Jonin was named "Hikazu", a direct subordinate of Tajima Uchiha.

The Southern Army was currently managed by the Elder "Rei Uchiha". This man possessed extraordinary strength and had always harbored the ambition of coveting the seat of the Clan Leader.

Perhaps he can be utilized slightly. Kyosuke was silent for a moment, beginning to consider the mission he was about to face.

Do not look at how righteous "Uchiha Hikazu" made it sound; in truth, it meant wiping out the enemy's old, weak, women, and children.

Without descendants and heirs, a large-scale fault in talent appeared, which was a devastating blow to any clan.

What transferring positions and attempting to join the Senju Clan-all of it was rhetoric to delude people's minds.

Regardless of how things would be in the future, at least from the present perspective, the Three Clans were bona fide wealthy and powerful clans of the Land of Fire.

With a massive population and extraordinary combat strength, otherwise the Southern Army would not have come into existence.

Under these circumstances, only a fool would choose to join the Senju.

The Uchiha were the representatives of evil, but did anyone really think the Senju were some kind of good things?

Yet Kyosuke still underestimated the foolishness of his clansmen.

The twisted, ferocious faces all around him, along with the ceaseless cursing, constantly reminded him that the Uchiha Clan indeed suffered from a widespread mental disability.

Paranoiacs are truly terrifying. Kyosuke shook his head, and a bad premonition gradually arose in his heart.

Leaving aside the Yamanaka and the Akimichi, the Nara Clan was a family that specialized in producing wise men.

Were those people fools? When it concerned the reproduction of the family's offspring, could they let the Uchiha succeed so easily?

At this moment, two words kept spinning in little Kyosuke's mind...

A trap!

What should I do? Should I step forward and offer advice directly?

After thinking for a moment, he vetoed his own idea. These matters are not things a seven-year-old child should understand.

If I really blurted it out, what awaits me is definitely a torture session.

After struggling hard for a long time, Kyosuke could only come up with a less-than-ideal plan in the end.

If things truly became irretrievable, he would simply escape the family's control, leave the Land of Fire, and seek survival in other countries.

The Land of Earth is a good choice; even in the later stages, he can secure a place in the realm of the strong.

Forget about the Land of Water-the level of chaos there is even more terrifying than in the Land of Fire.

Kyosuke, who was full of thoughts about defecting, quickly discovered why the situation was somewhat different from what he had anticipated.

On the Southern Battlefield, facing the increasingly intense threat from the Uchiha, the Nara Clan decided to secretly transfer their clansmen.

To prevent the infiltration of spies, the Nara deliberately set up several smoke bombs. While confusing the enemy, they could also screw them over along the way.

If that old fogey Rei Uchiha got carried away, maybe they could take this opportunity to end the war.

However, the Nara never expected that a plan known only to a few top executives would actually encounter an accident.

By the time the three clan leaders received the news, the troops of the Southern Army were already closing in on the transport team.

"Quick, reinforce them at all costs!" Akimichi Clan Leader's furious roar echoed through the encampment.

On the other side, Uchiha Kyosuke was truly somewhat dumbfounded.

It wasn't because they had fallen for the trick; on the contrary, the entire mission could be said to be progressing exceptionally smoothly.

That feeling was simply as if the other party had delivered themselves right to his doorstep.

The bizarre development made him feel a creeping horror, as if an invisible pair of hands was manipulating the whole thing from behind.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, looking at the group of shivering women and children in front of him, Kyosuke fell into deep thought.

To kill, or not to kill?