Sorry, I'm not that easy

Hiroki Uchiha was one of the few elders in the clan who still held real power.

He was also the current supreme commander of the western battlefield.

He was close to Tajima and was one of the rare easygoing people in the clan.

Even Madara Uchiha, the clan heir, had to respectfully address him as Elder Hiroki when they met.

"Come, come in and sit." The army commander certainly seemed to have no airs about him.

No wonder Tajima Uchiha felt comfortable entrusting his son to him.

"You must be Kyosuke. Heroes really do emerge young." Hiroki Uchiha was generous with his praise. "When I was your age, I didn't even have the courage to set foot on the front lines."

After a few modest replies, Kyosuke asked, "Sir, how do things stand?"

At that, Hiroki Uchiha immediately sighed. "You arrived just in time. Another ten days or two weeks, and our lines might have fallen."

It was that bad?!

Kyosuke and Madara exchanged a glance, their expressions turning grave.

Only after hearing the army commander's account did the two truly understand the difficulties facing the western front.

The Uzumaki had mobilized in force, fielding over a thousand ninja, each an expert in sealing jutsu.

Their own fighters had no advantage in individual strength, and they were thoroughly outnumbered.

They had held out this long solely thanks to the defensive network the Uchiha had built over the years.

In a way, the situation resembled the Southern Battlefield. Unfortunately, this time the Uchiha were no longer the stronger side.

"I'd like to take a look at the front lines," Kyosuke suggested.

As for coordinating their forces, he would leave those discussions to Madara Uchiha.

With the army commander's approval, Kyosuke immediately set out alone.

With Flying Thunder God at his disposal, few people in the world could stop him from leaving.

Along the way, he inscribed space coordinates in various places. Wherever marking a surface was inconvenient, he left a kunai in a concealed spot.

Before long, he had crossed the entire defensive line and reached the foremost stretch of the front alone.

Boom!

The thunderous roar of ninjutsu instantly brought back old memories.

"What a familiar smell." Kyosuke drew a deep breath, a cold smile curving his lips.

In his eyes, the Uzumaki were nothing more than walking points.

So what if they were powerful? With his unparalleled mobility, he could harvest heads at will.

Stroking the blade at his waist, Kyosuke murmured, "Since I'm here, I might as well collect a little interest in advance."

His hands swiftly formed hand seals, and his figure vanished from the spot.

The Uzumaki's frontline camp.

Her twin ponytails bouncing, Mito hurried to the front lines.

"Has anything unusual happened?" she asked the officer in charge.

Unlike Madara Uchiha, Mito held considerable sway within her clan as its princess.

Even the frontline commander had to bow in greeting when he saw her, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"Your Highness, nothing unusual has occurred," the commander answered cautiously.

But the moment he finished speaking, the distinctive blast of explosive tags rang out outside.

"This is your idea of nothing unusual?" Mito shot him a glare, then darted straight toward the commotion.

Elsewhere, Kyosuke looked at the enemies surrounding him and sighed deeply.

He had underestimated the Uzumaki's sealing jutsu.

He had thought his infiltration was perfectly silent, but before he could place more than a few explosive tags, he accidentally triggered their defensive barrier.

Now his infiltration plan had completely failed, and he had lost over a dozen explosive tags that had never even detonated.

What an absolute loss.

Sweeping a malicious gaze around him, he wondered whether he should collect a little interest before leaving.

He could demonstrate to the enemy that he could come and go from their headquarters as he pleased.

If they truly pushed him too far, Kyosuke could sneak into the Land of Whirlpools and see whether a daimyō in the Naruto world really had three thousand beauties in his harem.

It was a blatant threat, meant to tell Uzumaki Ashina that the Senju might not be able to keep them safe.

Quietly drawing his long blade, Kyosuke felt a long-absent thrill stir in his blood.

During the Warring States Period, every clan placed considerable emphasis on taijutsu, and the Uzumaki Clan was no exception.

With the Sharingan's support, he feared no taijutsu clash with anyone outside his clan.

"Today, I'll turn this place upside down."

Just as he was about to act, a familiar figure suddenly sprang into view before him.

"You little thief! Who are you?!"

Looking at the girl before him, Kyosuke frowned slightly.

If she seemed familiar to him, she had to be someone who had appeared in the original story.

His gaze swept over her twin ponytails, and he asked with some hesitation, "Are you Mito Uzumaki?"

"That's right." Mito planted both hands on her hips, looking rather like Kushina Uzumaki. "You've got some nerve, barging in here alone. Aren't you afraid our clan's experts will surround and kill you?"

"Experts?" Kyosuke scoffed, mocking them without restraint. "You're nothing but the Senju's lapdogs, and you dare call yourselves experts?"

"What did you say?!" Stopping the clansmen who wanted to attack, Mito strode forward, her gaze brimming with a princess's pride.

"Today, I'll show you which of us is the ignorant fool."

As soon as she spoke, the diamond mark on her forehead vanished.

Strength of a Hundred Seal: Release!

The Yin Seal was a sealing jutsu used to store chakra.

Mito Uzumaki used it to build up her reserves, allowing her to turn the tide at a critical moment.

When it passed down to later generations, Tsunade refined it further, developing the formidable S-rank forbidden technique, Creation Rebirth.

That vast, uncontainable surge of chakra briefly gave him the illusion that he was facing Hashirama Senju.

Sand and stones flew as she stepped forward. Mito, who had looked every inch the proud princess just a moment ago, transformed into a ferocious she-tyrannosaur in an instant.

I can't take her head-on. The three tomoe spun rapidly as Kyosuke seized an opening and sidestepped his opponent's sudden attack.

That move exposed his identity completely.

"Three-Tomoe Sharingan?!"

"At his age... I know who he is!"

"Uchiha Kyosuke!"

Forcing her forward charge to a halt, Mito turned around, her eyes filled with shock and doubt.

She had assumed he was merely an ordinary suicide operative. She had never expected him to be the renowned Evil-Faced Rakshasa.

Has he gone mad? Mito was baffled.

Storming an enemy camp alone might sound impressive, but in reality, it was utterly idiotic.

The intelligence reports stated that Uchiha Kyosuke had led the southern forces to the front to take part in the war against the Land of Whirlpools.

Mito knew they would meet sooner or later, but she had never imagined it would happen under such strange circumstances.

"So, you're Army Commander Kyosuke. Your reputation precedes you." Mito spoke with a faint smile. "I've wanted to meet you for a long time. It seems we'll have a chance for a candlelit talk through the night."

"Through the night?" Kyosuke raised an eyebrow and said something that nearly sent the girl into a rage.

"Sorry, I'm not that easy."