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"Invasion!?"

Lin Zhen, or rather Shinji Uchiha, was completely bewildered at the moment.

He was currently wrapped in bandages, lying weakly on the bed, unable to even get up and move. Suddenly, a voice told him that his plane had been invaded!

It even gave him a countdown.

After waiting for a long time with no further information, Shinji cried out in his mind, "Hey, what's this invasion about? Explain it clearly!"

There was still no response.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just auditory hallucination.

He was speechless, yet helpless. He could barely move in his current state.

For the next few days, Shinji spent his time in a daze.

This was mainly because his injuries were too severe.

The stab wound Itachi Uchiha had left on his chest went deep to the bone, severely damaging his internal organs. Even with Medical Ninjutsu, it would take time to recover slowly.

The mysterious voice, however, would abruptly sound in his ear every day, reminding him of the countdown's reduction.

This made him realize that the mysterious voice was not a hallucination, but a real existence!

Undoubtedly.

Having reached this conclusion, he became even more depressed!

As the days passed, the impact of the massacre of Konoha's most prominent clan, the Uchiha Clan, gradually became apparent.

The most direct feeling Shinji had was that everyone he met looked at him with sympathy.

In reality, the vast majority of people in Konohagakure didn't have deep-seated hatred for the Uchiha Clan.

Most people merely disliked the Uchiha's arrogance and feared their terrifying Sharingan.

After the Uchiha massacre, these everyday conflicts vanished.

They were replaced by sighs and sympathy. After all, the Uchiha had fought for Konoha in several Shinobi World Wars and had made considerable sacrifices.

Shinji continued to receive treatment while trying to adapt to everything.

Initially, he was terrified, worried that his identity as a transmigrator would be exposed, and that someone would eliminate him, this Uchiha survivor, to tie up loose ends.

However, after a few days, things were temporarily calm.

At least in the hospital, everyone showed him sympathy and kindness.

Thump!

Shinji fell heavily to the ground.

A nurse quickly rushed over to help him up, her face full of concern. "You're too eager. You should rest for a few more days before trying again!"

Enduring the pain, Shinji said, "The doctor said my injuries have mostly recovered and I can try to move around."

The nurse still wanted to persuade him, "But..."

"I can do it!"

Shinji refused the nurse's support.

He took a deep breath and took another step.

Every step was incredibly difficult, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Whether it was the bizarre countdown or being a surviving Uchiha remnant from the night of the massacre, he didn't have the luxury of leisure.

Thump!

He fell again.

He got up again.

Again and again!

Even the nurse next to him couldn't help but turn her head away.

After an afternoon of training, Shinji could finally walk with great difficulty.

The nurse was surprised that he had actually persevered and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's simply incredible!"

Shinji said, "I want to go to the restroom."

The nurse smiled, "I'll help you."

"No need."

Shinji declined.

He went to the restroom alone. After confirming no one was inside, he walked to a stall in the corner, closed the door, sat on the toilet, and then lowered his head, resting his forehead in his hands, covering his eyes.

"Mangekyo Sharingan, activate!"

As his thoughts moved, the two pupils in his eye sockets instantly changed.

Crimson rushed forth, and black tomoe appeared!

In an instant.

His vision became incredibly clear, the patterns on his left hand covering his eyes revealed in painstaking detail!

"So this is the Mangekyo Sharingan."

He was both surprised and delighted at this moment.

For the past few days, to avoid exposing his Mangekyo Sharingan, he had been lying on the hospital bed, unable to move freely, and had suppressed the urge to activate it.

Now that he had finally found an opportunity to confirm it, his heart was greatly relieved!

On the way back to his ward, he saw another survivor from his clan, Sasuke Uchiha!

However, that guy was still in a deep sleep due to being hit by Tsukuyomi, and it seemed unlikely he would wake up anytime soon.

For the next few days, Shinji worked hard to recover his body.

Initially, he could only walk with difficulty.

With his persistent efforts, he gradually became able to jog and skip.

And the mysterious voice that echoed in his ears every day added a sense of inexplicable urgency to his already busy hospital life.

Although he still didn't know what the so-called 'invasion' referred to.

But it couldn't hurt to make some preparations.

One week after being admitted to the hospital.

As the doctor examined Shinji, he exclaimed in wonder, "Your body is recovering much faster than we predicted."

Shinji replied, "Thank you."

The doctor shook his head, "Our Medical Ninjutsu can only treat wounds. Your body's recovery is the result of your diligent efforts these past few days."

Shinji clenched his fist, feeling the strength within.

His efforts during this period seemed to have paid off. Combined with the treatment from Medical Ninjutsu, his body had basically recovered.

After a few more instructions, the doctor left the ward.

As soon as the doctor left, another figure walked in, smiling as he asked Shinji, "How are you feeling today?"

Shinji nodded with a blank expression, "Much better."

The person asking him was a young man with light blue hair and a smile.

The young man was Shinji's Ninja Academy teacher, Mizuki.

However, Shinji knew he had another identity: Orochimaru's spy planted in Konoha.

Mizuki looked Shinji up and down, then said, "Your injuries are almost healed. You can be discharged today."

Shinji nodded.

After completing the discharge procedures, Mizuki led Shinji to an apartment building.

Opening an apartment on the third floor, Mizuki handed the key to Shinji, "This will be your new home from now on."

Shinji looked around the room and silently took the key.

Mizuki then handed Shinji a passbook, gave him some instructions about daily life, and left with a smile.

Carefully closing the door, Shinji's expression became a little more animated.

The passbook Mizuki gave him contained the village's condolence payment, over seven million, which was no small sum.

After putting away the passbook, Shinji looked out the window.

Although this apartment was not large, it was located in the heart of the village, only a few streets away from the Ninja Academy, with a bustling environment all around.

It was obvious.

The large Uchiha compound was not something that two children like Shinji and the unconscious Sasuke could guard.

So he was not surprised to be settled here by the village.

As for this condolence payment of seven million, it was likely compensation for the village confiscating the Uchiha compound.

However, thinking back to what he saw in the morgue, the nearly thousand years of accumulation of the Uchiha Clan, and the Sharingan of the deceased Uchiha members, they had probably all fallen into the hands of the village now.

When he thought about it, the seven million condolence payment was insignificant.

Night.

Rows of lanterns lit up the village streets, along with neon signs.

The warm light seemed to dispel the cold of the night.

In the apartment.

Shinji quietly gazed at the night view of Konohagakure outside the window, but his mind was focused on the next door.

The noises coming from next door intermittently made him suspicious, worrying if someone was monitoring his every move.

However, he quickly dismissed his doubts.

If someone were really monitoring him next door, they wouldn't be making these noises for him to hear.

"I wonder who lives next door."

He muttered to himself, then flopped onto the bed, contemplating the future.

Up until now, he still hadn't figured out why he had transmigrated.

The 'return mission' and 'invasion' mentioned by that mysterious voice left him completely bewildered.

He had tried many ways to call out to the mysterious voice, attempting to communicate, but all his efforts were in vain, as if it only existed in his imagination.

He collected his thoughts: "No matter what, I have to work hard to survive first!"

Now that he possessed a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan, he could at least be considered a trump card until the Fourth Shinobi World War.

And with the Uchiha clan's demise, there weren't many enemies who still held ill will towards him.

Besides Danzo, who masterminded the clan massacre, Orochimaru, who coveted the Sharingan, Itachi, who had personally killed him once, Obito, who participated in the massacre, and other villages and organizations interested in the Uchiha's bloodline limit, there was no one else.

Alright, there were still quite a few threats!

"So staying here in Konohagakure is actually much safer than running around everywhere!"

This logic was easy to understand.

He was now a survivor of the Uchiha clan massacre. As long as the Third Hokage had any sense of honor, and Konoha still upheld the Will of Fire, no one would openly persecute him.

However, he also knew that unlike Sasuke, he didn't have Itachi's protection.

If he did anything too extreme, even if it was inconvenient for the Third Hokage to act, Danzo would definitely not miss the opportunity to crush him, this Uchiha remnant.

Just like these past few days, he could occasionally feel hidden gazes watching him.

"I'll just lay low for now!"

He secretly made up his mind.

[Plane is under invasion.]

[Countdown: 2]

Suddenly, that mysterious voice echoed in his ears again.

His expression darkened.

The countdown number had changed from '9' a week ago to '2' now, which undoubtedly meant that each number represented one day.

A countdown of '2' meant that only two days were left.

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