The world of Naruto.
Konoha.
The Uchiha Clan compound.
The moon was especially full tonight.
Its pale, ghastly light spilled across the stone-paved roads, revealing countless figures.
On the second floor of a rather elegant house,
the bedroom door had been blocked from the inside with heavy furniture. Not a glimmer of light could escape through the gaps.
The thick curtains were drawn tight, shutting out any eyes that might be watching from outside—and the ominous moon.
Inside the room, a handsome boy of sixteen or seventeen was digging his fingers into the edge of the tatami so hard that his nails were nearly splitting.
Uchiha Du Yang had locked himself in his room, seemingly at a complete loss about what to do.
That was right. He was a transmigrator from Blue Star.
All he remembered was falling asleep after working overtime late into the night. When he woke up, he had arrived in this world.
Of all the worlds he could have transmigrated into, he had landed in the world of Naruto.
And of all the places in the world of Naruto, he had landed among the Uchiha Clan.
And of all the times, he had arrived just before the Night of the Massacre.
To stop the massacre from happening, he would have to kill Itachi Uchiha.
Me, fight Itachi Uchiha?
You've got to be kidding me.
Ever since arriving in the world of Naruto, Uchiha Du Yang had learned one thing.
Even among the Uchiha Clan, not everyone was cut out to be a shinobi.
There were plenty of Uchiha with poor aptitude. Geniuses were few and far between.
Du Yang was obviously not one of those rare geniuses.
Even though he was already considered quite good among his peers, he had only managed to awaken the Three-Tomoe Sharingan after giving it everything he had and enduring countless hardships.
The Uchiha Clan had at least two hundred members,
fewer than a hundred of whom had awakened the Sharingan,
and no more than thirty with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
In other words, at sixteen, having awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan made him one of the elite of the Uchiha Clan.
But compared to Itachi Uchiha, the gap was enormous.
They weren't even in the same league. One was in the heavens, the other on the ground.
Du Yang had lived among the Uchiha Clan for over a decade. Everything pointed to the Night of the Massacre being just around the corner.
Maybe sometime this week,
maybe tomorrow night,
or maybe tonight.
Du Yang had tried countless things, but he had realized that Itachi Uchiha was beyond saving. The man was a complete lunatic.
Once, Du Yang had tried to hint at it indirectly. After that, Itachi Uchiha had kept an eye on him.
The only reason he was still alive was probably that Itachi planned to wipe out the Uchiha Clan on the Night of the Massacre and couldn't be bothered to kill him early.
In fact, Itachi Uchiha was the least sick of the whole family.
His parents, Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head, and Uchiha Mikoto, were practically at death's door themselves.
This father and son were both completely absurd in their own ways.
One had been brainwashed by Konoha. Though he was an Uchiha himself, he reported his own clan for plotting a coup, then led the slaughter on the Night of the Massacre, nearly killing the entire clan.
The other was utterly incompetent. As clan head, Uchiha Fugaku couldn't judge the situation, led his clan to their deaths, then gave up completely and let his own son kill him.
In short, the Uchiha Clan seemed rotten to the core.
Du Yang had no cheat or system. Though he was fairly strong, he was still too young, with no influence to speak of. How could he change any of this?
So for now, he was basically waiting to die.
Du Yang didn't actually have to die. He could just find an excuse to leave Konoha on the Night of the Massacre.
But what about his parents?
Itachi Uchiha had even dared to kill his own parents, leaving himself without a mother or father, but Du Yang couldn't do that.
He would never abandon his parents.
Du Yang had considered telling them about the coming massacre, but he had no idea whether they would believe him—or whether Itachi Uchiha would find out.
If he did find out, would he kill them ahead of time?
The risks of taking action were simply too great.
In truth, the entire Uchiha Clan had already been dragged into this by the Fugaku family.
As the saying went, no one knew a son better than his father. Uchiha Fugaku should have known long ago that something was wrong with Itachi Uchiha, yet he remained indifferent and obediently went to his death in the end.
Fugaku was utterly useless.
At dusk, the setting sun stained the sky above the Hidden Leaf Village blood-red, as if it were hinting at something.
Soon, Du Yang heard his mother, Uchiha Kurenai, knocking on his door.
"Du Yang, what are you doing? Come out and have dinner."
The years had left their marks on Uchiha Kurenai, but she had clearly been a beauty when she was young.
Then again, the black-haired, black-eyed Uchiha Clan was generally good-looking.
She had no idea what her son was doing in his room tonight.
"Brother, what are you doing? Come out and eat!"
His six-year-old younger brother, Uchiha Izumi, came over and knocked on the door too.
Even at his age, he was still worried about his brother.
Just then, his father, Uchiha Tenchi, came out. He spoke to the family gently, "Don't call Du Yang. He must have been under too much pressure lately. Let him relax."
Then Uchiha Tenchi, the family's father, called to Du Yang:
"We know you've always been a hard-working boy. You're already doing great. You don't need to push yourself so hard."
After that, the family all left.
Their visit only made Uchiha Du Yang even more anxious.
This was his family.
His childhood had not been painful; his home was happy and loving.
Who would be insane enough to kill their entire family like Itachi Uchiha?
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Am I really going to stand by and watch my family die in front of me?"
Just as Uchiha Du Yang was racking his brain, an intense wave of drowsiness washed over him.
"No, I'm getting sleepy at a time like this?"
Du Yang tried to keep himself awake, but the drowsiness was too strong. Before long, he fell asleep.
In his dream, he seemed to have entered the vast, boundless expanse of space. A glance below revealed a brilliant, endless sea of stars, mesmerizing enough to make anyone lose themselves in it.
In that boundless expanse, time and space seemed to have lost all meaning. Only consciousness remained.
He had no idea how much time had passed, or how long his consciousness had existed.
Slowly, Uchiha Du Yang opened his eyes.
He found himself in an unfamiliar space, with thick white mist drifting all around him.
Then Uchiha Du Yang quickly noticed three vague figures approaching.
Before he could react, he saw what the three of them looked like.
To his utter astonishment, they looked exactly like him.
Next, a great deal of information seemed to pour out of the space and into his mind.
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