Reviving the Uchiha

Ninja World

Under the operating lights, pale skin was cut open, and layers of tissue were unfolded in Orochimaru's hands.

He stared intently at Ōtsutsuki Isshiki on the dissection table, as if he were facing not a living being, but an open, mysterious universe.

"This is really..."

Orochimaru murmured softly, his fingertips moving slowly between nerve tissue and Chakra channels.

"Completely different from a ninja's body structure. It's almost like... a vessel tailor-made for Chakra."

He lay Isshiki, his face serene, his pupils unfocused.

His consciousness had been sealed by Genjutsu Uchiha Yoru, leaving him like a puppet with remaining energy.

Orochimaru stopped what he was doing and carefully examined the Chakra core on Isshiki's chest.

He inserted the probe into it, and the Chakra, which should have been chaotic and repulsive, instantly became compliant and quiet, like a tamed wild beast.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Is this... Chakra control in the conventional sense? No... this is more like a primordial connection, a kind of structural superiority rather than a technique."

He took out a specimen bottle, sealed several pieces of tissue, and then turned to the recording table to quickly write down his observation notes.

"Muscle density far exceeds human limits, possessing a high degree of self-healing ability;"

The neural network's distribution pattern is almost inhuman, exhibiting non-linear convergence;

It can supply more than five energy Chakra organs;

It is suspected that there is an adaptive structure for the spacetime channel...

He stopped writing abruptly, a fascinated smile playing on his lips, "The Ōtsutsuki Clan... where exactly did they come from? If I could fully analyze this body, perhaps it would open the door to another form of life for me."

Just then--

"Smack."

A cool, slender hand gently patted his shoulder.

Orochimaru's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body instinctively tensed up.

He has always had an extremely keen sense of danger, but just now, he hadn't noticed the other person's approach at all.

"For you."

A deep but calm voice sounded from behind his ear.

In the next instant, space twisted slightly, and a tender body silently appeared beside the operating table— Otsutsuki Toneri, a vessel body that was not yet fully mature, was pulled out of the other dimension by Uchiha Yoru, like an experimental subject to be casually tossed aside.

Orochimaru turned around abruptly, his gaze falling on the young man in the dark robe— Uchiha Yoru.

He was stunned.

It had a human form, but no longer possessed the aura of a human.

The robes, moving without wind, floated in the dim light, as if the space was being distorted, compressed, and reconstructed.

At that moment, Orochimaru couldn't sense his Chakra —no, not just Chakra, but even his "existence" itself seemed to be obscured by some higher law.

"... Your aura is so strong that even perception techniques can't detect it anymore?"

Orochimaru's voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone carried a rare hint of solemnity and awe.

Night did not answer, but merely glanced at him indifferently.

That single glance was like the moon in the netherworld, illuminating all living beings, yet leaving not a trace of warmth.

Orochimaru felt a chill run down his spine.

He understood that the young man before him was no longer Ninja World, but rather—a being who stood above the rules of this world, capable of controlling life and death and reversing the cycle of reincarnation.

"This body is yours too."

Uchiha Yoru spoke, he turned to leave, but his voice seemed to come from all directions at once, and even the echo did not belong to this world.

"I'm ready to reconstruct the lunar orbit, and the Pure Land also needs your help to set up a connection point."

Orochimaru suddenly looked up. "The moon and the Pure Land... have you mastered them?"

Uchiha Yoru stopped, offering no reply. With a flick of his finger, the space instantly closed, leaving only a fading black trail.

In silence, Orochimaru slowly exhaled and turned to look at the two inhuman bodies in front of him.

He licked his lips, his eyes practically overflowing with excitement.

"... That's amazing, Lord Yoru... this is truly fantastic!"

Uchiha Clan Compound

The pale light gradually dissipated, and the revived tribesmen stood in the center of their long-lost ancestral land, the lingering scent of blood still present beneath their feet.

"This... we've really come back to life?"

"I remember... I was clearly already--!"

Some people gasped, some vomited, and some even knelt down on the ground.

Then, a moment of silence.

"Itachi... Uchiha Itachi! It was him... He killed us! That night, he held a sword and didn't even spare the children!!!"

"And then there's Clan Chief Fugaku! He knew all along that the Konoha leadership was pressuring us, yet he did nothing! He knew we would be slaughtered!"

"That traitor! That coward!"

"Itachi wasn't fighting for peace; he was making excuses for his own weakness! He betrayed the entire Uchiha Clan!!!"

Anger erupted like a tidal wave, dozens of faces contorted with rage, tears welling in their eyes but unable to fall, for the young man before them had not yet spoken.

Uchiha Yoru watched them quietly, the threefold reincarnation pattern flowing in his eyes, as if he were overlooking the torrent of time.

After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"You are innocent people. You are the true bloodline of the Uchiha Clan."

His tone was calm, yet it seemed as if a heavy hammer had struck their souls. Upon hearing this, everyone bowed their heads, unsure whether they were choked with emotion for their newfound life or for the injustices of the past.

Uchiha Yoru stood on the high platform, his expression remaining calm.

Suddenly, he raised a finger and drew a line in the air.

"Since you are angry—"

"Then let's take justice upon ourselves."

Before the words were finished, somber spell patterns appeared on the ground, stirring up the dust and causing wisps of paper ash and corpse soil to coalesce into a shape.

Two figures slowly emerged from the black smoke.

A person with long hair hanging down had a vacant look in their eyes that revealed a familiar indifference and sorrow.

One person's mask was half torn, revealing a grotesque grin on the exposed half of their face.

"... It's them!"

"Uchiha Itachi!! Uchiha Obito!!!"

"Kill our men!!!"

The intense shouts nearly shook the entire square; some had already drawn their Kunai, while others 'Chakra was boiling in their hands.

Itachi watched all of this silently, offering no explanation.

Obito glanced at the cold, indifferent gazes around him, then sneered, "What? Another trial? Ha, Yoru, is this how you toy with the dead?"

Uchiha Yoru's gaze fell upon them, like a god looking down upon dust.

"I'm just giving them a choice!"

He waved his hand and said indifferently:

"--Let's begin."

At that very moment, roars and the sound of Chakra exploding intertwined to create a deafening frenzy.

The trial of the clansmen has officially begun.

Two hours later.

Having endured countless crushing blows from Taijutsu, devastating Ninjutsu, and Genjutsu, repeatedly tortured to death and then resurrected by Uchiha Yoru Uchiha Obito and Uchiha Itachi could only want to scream to the heavens, "Mmp!"

In the end, Uchiha Yoru simply waved his hand dismissively.

The Genjutsu unfolded silently.

Obito and Itachi were trapped in an endless cycle of hell—on one side was Rin's death and her capture by Kakashi..., on the other side were the deaths of Sasuke and Shisui.

Two illusions, with no end in sight.