Sorry, I'm Not That Kind of Person

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

He was also the highest-ranking commander on the western front.

He was close to Tajima and was one of the few genuinely kind people in the clan.

Even Uchiha Madara, the Young Clan Head, had to respectfully address him as Elder Hiroki.

"Come on in and have a seat." The Legion Commander seemed to have no airs at all.

No wonder Uchiha Tajima trusted him with his son.

"So you're Kyosuke. The young really do rise to the occasion." Uchiha Hiroki didn't hold back his praise. "When I was your age, I didn't even have the courage to step onto the front lines."

After exchanging a few modest pleasantries, Kyosuke asked, "Sir, how is the situation now?"

At that, Uchiha Hiroki let out a sigh. "You arrived just in time. If you'd been another ten days or half a month late, the line might have fallen."

Was it really that bad?!

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

After hearing the Legion Commander's account, they finally understood just how difficult things were on the western front.

The Uzumaki Clan had mobilized in force, with over a thousand ninja, all skilled in Sealing Jutsu.

They were outmatched in individual strength, and their numbers were at a severe disadvantage as well.

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

The situation was much like the southern front, except that this time the Uchiha weren't the ones with the upper hand.

"I want to take a look at the front lines," Kyosuke said.

As for coordinating with the army, he'd leave that to Uchiha Madara.

With the Legion Commander's approval, Kyosuke immediately set out alone.

With the Flying Thunder God at his disposal, there were few in the world who could stop him.

As he went, he marked space-time coordinates in various places. Where he couldn't leave a mark, he hid Kunai in concealed spots.

Before long, he'd crossed the entire defensive line and reached the front lines alone.

The thunder of powerful ninjutsu instantly brought back old memories.

"What a familiar feeling." Kyosuke took a deep breath, a cold smile curving his lips.

In his eyes, the Uzumaki Clan were a bunch of walking points.

So what if they were strong? With his unparalleled mobility, he could cut them down at will.

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

His hands formed seals in a blur, and he vanished from the spot.

Uzumaki front-line camp.

With her hair tied up in two buns, Mito hurried to the front lines.

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

Unlike Uchiha Madara, Mito was a princess and wielded considerable influence within her clan.

Even the officer in charge of the front lines had to bow to her and show her due respect.

"Your Highness, nothing unusual has happened," the officer replied cautiously.

But the moment he finished speaking, the distinctive boom of an Explosive Tag sounded outside.

"And this is your 'nothing unusual'?" Mito glared at him, then dashed straight toward the scene.

Meanwhile, Kyosuke looked at the enemies surrounding him and let out a long sigh.

He'd underestimated the Uzumaki Clan's Sealing Jutsu.

He'd thought he'd slipped in without a sound, but before he'd even managed to plant more than a few Explosive Tags, he'd accidentally triggered the defensive barrier.

Well, so much for that. His infiltration plan had failed completely, and he'd wasted more than ten unlit Explosive Tags.

What a spectacular loss.

He swept his gaze over the area, considering whether to collect a little interest before leaving.

He could show the enemy that he was free to come and go from their main camp.

If they pushed him too far, Kyosuke could infiltrate the Land of Whirlpools and see whether the Daimyo of the Naruto world really kept three thousand beauties in his harem.

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

Quietly drawing his long sword, Kyosuke felt the familiar rush of battle.

During the Warring States Period, every clan placed great importance on Taijutsu, and the Uzumaki were no exception.

With the Sharingan, he had no fear of crossing hands with anyone from another clan.

"Today, I'm going to turn this place upside down."

Just as he was about to make his move, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before him.

"You little thief! Who are you?!"

Looking at the girl before him, Kyosuke furrowed his brow slightly.

If she seemed familiar, she had to be someone from the original story.

His gaze swept over her two buns, and he hesitated before asking, "Are you Uzumaki Mito?"

"That's right." Mito put her hands on her hips, looking a little like Uzumaki Kushina. "You've got some nerve, coming here alone. Aren't you afraid our clan's elite will surround you?"

"Elite?" Kyosuke scoffed, taunting her without the slightest restraint. "You're nothing but the Senju's lapdogs, and you dare call yourselves elite?"

"What did you say?!" Mito stopped her clansmen from attacking and strode forward, her gaze brimming with a princess's pride.

"I'll show you who's really the ignorant one here."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the diamond-shaped mark on her forehead vanished.

Yin Seal Release!

The Yin Seal was a Sealing Jutsu used to store Chakra.

Uzumaki Mito used it to accumulate power, allowing her to turn the tide at a critical moment.

In later generations, Tsunade would refine it further and develop the powerful S-rank Forbidden Jutsu, Creation Rebirth.

The overwhelming Chakra she unleashed made him momentarily feel as though he were facing Senju Hashirama.

She stepped forward, sending sand and stones flying. The proud princess Mito had been a moment earlier transformed in an instant into a ferocious mother dragon.

"I can't beat her head-on." The three Tomoe spun rapidly. Kyosuke seized his chance and dodged his opponent's charge.

That move completely revealed his identity.

"Three-Tomoe Sharingan?!"

"His age... I know who he is!"

"Uchiha Kyosuke!"

Forcing herself to stop her charge, Mito turned around, her gaze full of surprise and suspicion.

She'd thought he was just an ordinary assassin. She never imagined he was the notorious Vile Rakshasa.

"Is he crazy?" Mito wondered.

Invading an enemy camp alone might sound impressive, but in reality, it was an utterly foolish thing to do.

The intelligence reports said Uchiha Kyosuke had led the southern army to the front lines to take part in the war in the Land of Whirlpools.

Mito knew the two of them would meet sooner or later, but she'd never imagined it would happen in such a strange way.

"So you're Legion Commander Kyosuke. I've heard a lot about you," Mito said with a faint smile. "I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Perhaps we can talk by candlelight."

"Talk by candlelight?" Kyosuke raised an eyebrow and said something that almost made the girl lose her temper.

"Sorry, I'm not that kind of person."