I've Directly Transmigrated to Your Grave!

The worst decision Qingyu had ever made in this life was sneaking into Naka Shrine to steal offerings before the Chunin Exams.

With the Chunin Exams right around the corner, he had assumed the Uchiha were all dead.

To find people inside? That was just ridiculous!

In his past life, he had been crushed by Izuna Uchiha's insane luck while playing Naruto.

Now, he had transmigrated into the body of Uchiha Qingyu, the bottom-tier graduate of the Konoha Ninja Academy.

And today, he had decided to go to Naka Shrine and eat all of Izuna Uchiha's offering snacks!

Izuna! I've transmigrated straight to your grave to gorge myself on your offerings!

Guided by the twisted logic that "sharpening your spear at the last minute is worse than eating sugar at the last minute," he had ultimately decided to sneak into the shrine to steal some offerings and replenish his sugar levels.

Suffering first doesn't necessarily lead to sweetness later, but eating sweets first definitely guarantees sweetness right now.

But he had forgotten one thing: beneath Naka Shrine lay the entrance to the secret underground chamber where the Uchiha clan held their clandestine meetings.

He had forgotten a second thing: today happened to be the day of their monthly secret meeting.

And he had forgotten a third thing: he should have first confirmed whether this world... had any strange peculiarities...

So, as he tiptoed into the shrine and had just grabbed a bean paste cake, the floor beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.

"Waaah!"

Qingyu fell along with the cake into a pitch-black space, landing hard on his backside and grimacing in pain.

Before he could even react, he saw dozens of scarlet eyes lighting up all around him.

Three-Tomoe Sharingan, over twenty pairs in total, all staring at him, the uninvited guest.

The clan head, Fugaku Uchiha, who stood at the front, had a face as dark as thunder: "Qingyu?"

"Fugaku?... Clan Head-sama?..." Qingyu tried to explain, but the crumbs of the bean paste cake fell from his mouth first.

Qingyu, finally realizing the situation, immediately begged for mercy:

"Ghosts! Don't kill me, I didn't cause your deaths! I really don't know anything!"

Qingyu was nearly scared to death by the sudden appearance of over twenty pairs of Sharingan.

Please don't hypnotize me and trigger some special CG!

"Meeting suspended." Fugaku rubbed his temples.

"Yashiro, take him out. And, if word of today gets out..."

"I won't say a word! I swear!" Qingyu hurriedly raised his hands.

"I just came to... to pay my respects! Yes, pay my respects!"

As he was dragged out of the secret chamber by the collar by Yashiro Uchiha, Qingyu kept shouting: "I came to pay my respects to you all, don't kill me!"

"Clan Head-sama, I can explain... I came to perform an exorcism, I came to help you rest in peace!"

"I'm not dead yet!" Yashiro Uchiha's teeth gnashed in fury.

Behind them, the elders could be heard whispering: "That child's chakra fluctuations are a bit strange..."

"I heard his parents studied that forbidden technique back in the day..."

"That wretched old geezer Tobirama Senju, leaving behind such secret arts to poison the descendants of the Uchiha!"

Qingyu didn't pay much attention; it wasn't exactly news that these old fogies liked to attack the Senju clan.

For all he knew, if they went to the bathroom and forgot their paper, they'd probably shout: "Damn the Senju clan!"

In fact, this was just a standard part of the Uchiha experience!

Looking at his surroundings, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Seriously, how are you guys not dead?!

Dragged out of the secret chamber and dumped outside the shrine, Qingyu brushed the dust off his clothes and looked up at the sky.

The moonlight was beautiful, and the stars were bright.

His heart was filled with despair.

This was just too embarrassing...

"Go back and prepare for the exam." Yashiro dropped those words, turned back into the shrine, and the floor sealed shut as if nothing had happened.

If not for the lingering taste of bean paste in his mouth, Qingyu would have almost thought it was a hallucination.

"It's over..." He slumped onto the stone steps in front of the shrine.

"It's all over now. Socially dead in front of the clan head and all the elders—how am I supposed to survive in the clan from now on? I might as well just apply to be assigned to a border outpost for the rest of my life..."

But fate clearly had no intention of letting him off that easily.

The real "surprise" was yet to come.

That night, Qingyu lay on his bed, tossing and turning.

On one hand, the lingering shock of today's social suicide was still battering his mind; on the other, there was the Chunin Exams in three days—the Forest of Death, the scroll scramble, and five days of survival.

With his current strength, entering that place was essentially serving himself up as a snack.

"Maybe... I should fake an illness?" He stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself, "I'll just say my bloodline disease suddenly flared up, leaving me bedridden..."

That night, as Qingyu lay in bed, tossing and turning over tomorrow's Chunin Exams and the day's social disaster, a crack suddenly appeared in the ceiling.

It wasn't a metaphor; it actually cracked.

From the pitch-black fissure, two distinct energies surged out: one scorching like fire, the other frigid like ice.

They tangled and collided in mid-air, and finally, as if they had found their destination, they dove straight into Qingyu's forehead.

"Hmph! Aaaaaah!!!"

The pain was excruciating! It felt as if someone were stirring his brain with a red-hot branding iron and an ice pick simultaneously.

Countless memory fragments exploded into his consciousness:

Flames, a battlefield, the Uchiha clan crest, the back of a figure with spiky black hair...

"Brother..."

Water currents, a laboratory, the Senju clan crest, a stern face with white hair...

"Big Brother..."

Two voices, two lives, and two completely opposing philosophies rampaged through the depths of his consciousness.

[Warning! Warning!]

[Abnormal soul energy intrusion detected!]

[Analyzing... Analysis complete: Izuna Uchiha (soul fragment), Tobirama Senju (soul fragment)]

[Attempting expulsion... Expulsion failed! Energy has merged with the host!]

[Initiating emergency protocol: Constructing consciousness coexistence framework... Complete!]

When the pain finally subsided, Qingyu found himself standing in a pure white space.

Floating on the left was a mass of dark red flame, within which faintly appeared the phantom of a cold-faced youth with black hair and black eyes.

Floating on the right was a mass of pale blue water, within which was the phantom of a stern-faced youth with silver hair and red eyes.

The two soul forms were glaring at each other, the air thick with visible hostility.

"Sen-ju-Tobi-rama." The youth in the flames enunciated each word, his voice brimming with killing intent.

"U-chi-ha-I-zuna." The youth in the water was equally gritting his teeth.

Then, they both turned their heads simultaneously to look at the shivering Qingyu in the middle.

"Kid, where is this?" Izuna asked, his Sharingan (though only a phantom) slowly rotating.

"Explain the situation, immediately." Tobirama crossed his arms, his tone like an interrogation.

It took Qingyu a full half-hour to make these two "big shots" from the Warring States period understand the current situation: it was now Konoha Year 54.

The Warring States period had ended over sixty years ago, and the Uchiha and Senju had co-founded Konoha.

As for the two of them, it was said that one had been killed by the Flying Thunder God.

The other had been ambushed and killed by Kinkaku and Ginkaku while covering a retreat.

Now, in the form of soul fragments, they were living inside the brain of a twelve-year-old Genin.

"So," Izuna narrowed his eyes.

"The Senju and the Uchiha... formed an alliance? And built a village?"

"Incredible..." Tobirama frowned.

"Big Brother... he really did it?"

"Wait..." Tobirama suddenly thought of a question, "You said I killed Izuna, so why do I have no memory of it..."

"My last memory stops right at the moment of the Flying Thunder God Slash..."

The air suddenly went quiet.

Two seconds later.

"If it weren't for your sneak attack!" Izuna immediately launched the first strike.

"Do you think a Flying Thunder God Slash flying in is cool? You information-gap-abusing white-haired freak!"

"It was clearly you Uchiha who betrayed the trust first!" Tobirama, after zero seconds of thought, retorted.

"Do you think your pure-stat Sharingan requires any skill? You wheelchair-bound Uchiha!"

"I'm laughing—you think your Flying Thunder God takes technique? Just throwing kunai around randomly!"

"A white-haired Senju has no right to say that!"

"Shut your mouth, you evil Uchiha brat!"

Qingyu clutched his head, feeling the pain starting all over again.

Don't make your brother Yu laugh; both of you are just stinking wheelchair-bound cripples.

[System Prompt: Consciousness conflict detected, initiating mediation protocol.]

[Current Status: Izuna Uchiha soul fusion rate 17%, Tobirama Senju soul fusion rate 19%.]

[Host Authority: Maximum. Can force both parties into a silent state (lasts 10 minutes each time, 1-hour cooldown).]

[Newbie Quest Issued: Pass the first stage of the Chunin Exams.]

[Quest Reward: Unlock partial memories or skills of the two souls based on performance.]

[Special Note: The guidance from the two souls will influence the host's growth direction; please choose who to listen to with caution.]

There's even a system?

Qingyu stared at the translucent interface before him, wanting to cry but having no tears.

To think there was actually an expert hidden here?!