(Added to the beginning: The author would get flamed to death otherwise. If there are more discussions like this later, please reply here.
(Why kill Itachi? Simple. He was the one who carried out the Night of the Clan Massacre. His existence made the cowardly Fugaku sit there like a Buddha statue, doing nothing and utterly failing to fulfill his duties as clan head.)
(Will killing Itachi prevent the massacre? Unknown. But if Konoha wanted to wipe out the Uchiha, they would have to account for Shisui and Fugaku's two Mangekyō, and the biggest reason Fugaku did nothing on the Night of the Massacre was that the one carrying it out was his most beloved son. At the same time, the Mangekyō could control the Nine-Tails. If Konoha went to war, it would have to face a group of Sharingan users, two pairs of Mangekyō, and the Nine-Tails. Would the Third Hokage and Danzo dare pay that price? Would they keep using the Dead Demon Consuming Seal?)
(Obito's help: If you think the Third Hokage and Danzo knew about Obito's existence, would they prioritize wiping out the Uchiha or killing Obito?)
(No scheming: This author can't write that, and there's no tag saying the protagonist is intelligent. Leave outsmarting the F4 to someone else. Besides, I don't think a transmigrator could casually go toe-to-toe with them.)
(Too extreme, mindless power fantasy: The protagonist is a reincarnator who knows what happens to the Uchiha. Fugaku compromised and backed down, and then what? They were still driven to the outskirts. Shisui loved peace so much, and Danzo still didn't trust him.)
(The power levels during the spar with Itachi: First, at this point in the timeline, Itachi was already in the Anbu at eleven, and he'd been on the battlefield and killed people when he was four. He followed the ways of the Ninja World. Second, the protagonist is a reincarnator, three years younger than Itachi, and follows modern principles. He has no real combat experience on the battlefield.)
(The protagonist sucking up to the Uchiha: This is the funniest one. Come on, if I wanted to suck up to the Uchiha, why wouldn't I just go with the friendly-Fugaku-and-Itachi route? Being on the Uchiha's side is about where I stand, okay? There are people in this clan who are good to the protagonist. Please, just read the setup about his past and present lives.)
(That's enough for now. Sorry for disrupting the reading experience of new readers. This isn't an Itachi fanfic, and I won't whitewash him. Itachi is destined to die. Those who like him may be disappointed.)
(Oh, and this isn't a mindless power fantasy.)
(Sorry, and thanks.)
(Written 8-15, 13)
[Summoning Quest Triggered: Elegant Fox Spirit] Description: A man wearing a fox mask and holding a folding fan, graceful and charming, well-versed in all sorts of anecdotes, and quite the However, few have ever seen the face beneath the mask. Perhaps those who have—human or yokai—no longer exist. Rank: Terror Nightmare Summoning Materials: Naruto Uzumaki's blood, Intermediate Summoning Talisman ×1
"A yokai skilled at controlling the wind. That should pair well with Fire Release Ninjutsu."
As he looked at the newly appeared summoning quest, Arata's thoughts stirred.
Aside from the Sharingan, their unique Kekkei Genkai, Fire Release was another signature Uchiha ability.
Arata wasn't as proficient as his fellow clan members, but he had no trouble using the C-rank Fire Style: Great Fireball and Phoenix Flower Jutsu.
And wind could fan flames.
Together, the two could surely boost the power of a jutsu.
"All right, I'll let you go back now."
Glancing at the absentminded boy behind her, Izumi quietly stopped walking.
She had wanted to take her young clansman out to clear his head and see the bustling main streets of Konoha, giving him a break from his nearly fanatical training.
But after they ran into that little kid named Naruto, Arata had become even more distracted. He followed along, but his eyes never lingered on a single stall.
"Hm?"
"Sorry, Izumi."
Roused from his thoughts, Arata Uchiha looked at the helpless expression on the girl's face and felt a twinge of guilt. How could someone who had lived two lives fail to notice her concern?
But the Night of the Massacre weighed on him like Five Finger Mountain, leaving him struggling to breathe. Day and night, he thought about how to quickly grow stronger, so he could protect those around him.
And eventually, leave Konoha!
"Mm-hmm."
The girl shook her head, pretending it didn't bother her. She had been the one to half-threaten him into coming here in the first place.
And she'd even gotten a present, so she ought to be happy.
"I know things between the clan and the village aren't very good right now. I also know Uncle Yashiro has placed a lot of expectations on you. But if you ever run into a problem you can't solve, you can talk to your big sister~"
Izumi Uchiha spoke in a deliberately casual tone.
She didn't really expect this little guy, who looked so much like Itachi, to open up to her about what was on his mind.
"Your eyes."
"I want to know how your Sharingan evolved, Izumi."
This time, however, Arata didn't hide what he wanted to ask. He watched the girl's eyes and lowered his voice.
The two instigators behind the Night of the Massacre, Obito and Itachi, were both powerful users of the Mangekyō. Kamui, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi—these top-tier ocular techniques completely outclassed an ordinary Sharingan.
With Fugaku giving up and refusing to act, there was no one in the clan who could stop them from slaughtering everyone unchecked.
Over the years, Arata had tried to improve his own Sharingan. If he could awaken the Mangekyō too, all his problems would be solved.
In a one-on-one fight, with the yokai's help, he was confident he wouldn't lose to anyone!
But Arata didn't seem to have any particular talent for ocular techniques or Fire Release. He had awakened his Sharingan five years ago, yet the only change he could feel was an increase in its power.
"My eyes..."
Izumi Uchiha quietly repeated the boy's question. Her bright face dimmed slightly.
The question touched on a private secret she couldn't talk about.
Arata noticed something was wrong at once and was about to change the subject, but Izumi's calm voice had already reached his ears.
"They changed on the anniversary of my father's death."
Seeing Izumi's quiet sadness, Arata's heart gave a faint squeeze.
He'd heard that the Sharingan evolved when someone who knew love lost the person they loved.
Now he truly understood—but he couldn't share in her grief.
"Let's walk around a little longer, Izumi."
"I'm craving Three-Color Dango."
That day, Arata abandoned his usual training schedule and wandered aimlessly through the Hidden Leaf Village with Izumi, heading back toward the clan district only when the sky had turned dusky.
"Who's there!"
A pair of scarlet eyes glared through the dim room, three black magatama lined across each one, radiating an invisible pressure.
The Sharingan.
The Uchiha Clan's signature ability!
"It's me, Uncle Yashiro."
Arata slowly emerged from the doorway, and the pressure he'd gathered dissipated with those words.
"Secret Technique: Clear Mirror, Still Water." It could conceal his presence to a certain extent while imposing a vivid sense of pressure on whoever faced him.
However, its effect diminished against someone clearly stronger than him or someone with a sensory Kekkei Genkai like the Sharingan or Byakugan.
When he saw who had arrived, Yashiro Uchiha's pupils contracted.
Although he'd already guessed who it was from that faint chakra signature, the sight of the boy standing before him still sent waves of shock through him.
The kid had gotten even better at moving unseen!
If Arata hadn't been right in front of him, even he might not have sensed him.
Yashiro Uchiha had fought in the Third Shinobi World War. He might not be at his peak anymore, but his vigilance hadn't slipped in the slightest—especially now, when the clan was plotting a coup!
"You and Izumi made contact with the Nine-Tails?"
After a brief inspection, he spoke.
That was the main reason Yashiro had sent for Arata.
That afternoon, the Anbu had delivered a letter from the Third Hokage to the Konoha Military Police Force.
It said that Arata and Izumi had interacted with the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. It also politely suggested that Clan Head Fugaku keep his people in check and made it clear that they didn't want anything similar happening again.
That letter reignited the anger of the Uchiha, who already resented the village.
Even though their clan district had been moved to the outskirts, even though the Anbu kept the clan under surveillance day and night, even though they diligently did their assigned work and maintained the village's internal security...
Those old men sitting high above them still refused to trust them.
And if they traced the village's history back far enough, it belonged to the Senju and the Uchiha!
"Yes. I ran into him by chance. I heard he was an orphan too."
Arata's answer was simple, without any attempt to defend himself.
"Don't contact him again."
Yashiro Uchiha spoke.
"That's what the Third Hokage wants."
After a brief pause, he added that for emphasis.
When the clan leaders had first read the letter, they had been furious. They'd shouted that if the Uchiha were going to be watched, excluded, and suspected forever, they might as well overthrow the whole system.
Let the Uchiha's will rise again in Konoha!
But this was an action that would affect the whole village. Most importantly, Clan Head Fugaku Uchiha still couldn't make up his mind.
He was still hesitating.
He even wanted to place his hopes in Itachi, who had joined the Anbu!
"What do you think about this?"
This was the first time Yashiro had asked Arata for his opinion on the village's decisions.
Perhaps he thought Arata had gained enough judgment after graduating from the Ninja Academy.
"I am Arata of the Uchiha."
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