Just Hit to Death by a Big Truck, Transmigrated to the Night of the Clan Extermination

(Dear princes and princesses, this is a brain-storage facility. Please deposit your brains before watching! Thank you for your hard work!)

(There might be plot holes or inconsistencies in the details. The author is busy with studies and only has an hour or so to spare for writing, so some things might be forgotten. I hope you all enjoy it! Thank you!)

Ruri was currently in the corner of a restaurant, enjoying lunch all by himself.

A steaming bowl of noodles sat before him, yet he seemed to lack much appetite.

His thoughts drifted far away as he pondered what he should do at work today.

Should he accompany his boss for drinks to handle client issues, or go to the hospital for a check-up to see what new ailments had cropped up this year?

He felt the hardship and pressure of life, as if a heavy mountain were pressing down on his shoulders, leaving him unable to breathe.

"Life is too hard; this is just what living in society is like," Ruri sighed, thinking with a sense of helplessness.

He had struggled for many years to make a living, yet he could only maintain a basic income, barely enough to scrape by.

He felt as though he were trapped in an inescapable whirlpool, forever unable to shake off this feeling of confusion and helplessness.

Suddenly, a strange voice rang in his ear: "Then let me send you to another world!"

Poxiao was startled and looked up, only to see a massive truck speeding directly toward him.

His pupils dilated instantly, his face filled with shock and terror. Before he could even react, he was sent flying by the impact of the truck.

As his body tumbled through the air, Poxiao felt his consciousness gradually fading.

The lucky Poxiao had arrived directly in the Naruto World, having hit the jackpot for once.

"Very good, another client sent to the Naruto World. On to the next."

The truck driver and the massive truck vanished in an instant...

The moon was dark and the wind was high—a night for killing. Itachi Uchiha stared at young Sasuke in the darkness, complex emotions surging in his heart.

He said coldly, "Foolish little brother, I want you to remember this special night forever, to remember the hatred of the clan's extermination. Pursue me with all your might, and let me see your growth."

Sasuke trembled in shock, unable to believe that his usually gentle brother could do such a thing.

Sasuke's eyes were filled with confusion, anger, and sorrow, his voice trembling and weak: "Nii-san, why? Why would you do this?"

A flash of pain crossed Itachi Uchiha's eyes, but his voice remained firm and cold: "Because this is for Konoha, for peace. You won't understand, Sasuke. But for now, all you need to do is hate me, and then become stronger."

Having said that, Itachi Uchiha turned and vanished into the darkness. Sasuke stood alone in place, his heart filled with endless doubt and pain.

He did not understand why the brother who had once tenderly cared for him had turned into this.

After these two brothers finished speaking, where was our protagonist after being sent flying by the truck?

Beside Sasuke, a corpse lay silently. This body originally belonged to the previous owner, a member of the Uchiha clan who was not well-known.

However, at this moment, it seemed to be undergoing some kind of miraculous revival.

Sasuke's shocked gaze remained fixed on the corpse; he saw Ruri's fingers move slightly, as if struggling to return from the edge of death.

With the twitching of the fingers, Ruri's consciousness also began to slowly recover.

In his memory, he had been struck by a powerful force and then lost consciousness.

But within this darkness, he could feel a faint light flickering in the distance.

He struggled to move toward that glimmer of light, and gradually, his consciousness began to clear.

"I remember I was eating, right? What's going on? My head hurts so much. Damn it, who drives like that near a restaurant? What was that truck driver thinking..."

Uchiha Ruri regained consciousness, moving his prone body and touching his aching head.

Ruri lay on the ground, his consciousness slowly waking from the chaos. He felt as if he were inhabiting a body, and the memory fragments of this body were gradually becoming clear in his mind.

He figured out the identity of this body: a relative of the Uchiha clan head, roughly in his teens. However, what shocked him was that the original owner of this body was actually a gentle and elegant... boy?

Ruri found it hard to believe for a moment; he clearly felt that his own "two brothers" were still there, nothing else, yet deep in his memories was the image of a beautiful young lady. How could this be?

He tried hard to recall the past of this body, and gradually, images surfaced in his mind. This boy held a prominent position in the Uchiha clan, but for certain reasons, he had chosen to interact with the outside world as a female.

His manners were elegant, his speech gentle; both in appearance and temperament, it was hard to associate him with a male.

However, deep within his heart, he had always hidden his true gender.

He chose to do this because he believed it would better protect himself and avoid unnecessary trouble.

The Uchiha clan was known for its arrogance in Konoha, but the original owner was an exception.

He had mediocre talent, a Two-Tomoe Sharingan, and his Fire Style techniques were not very good either.

To hide his shortcomings, he chose to disguise himself as a girl, and his family had even tacitly allowed this deception, even helping him pull it off.

However, now that the whole family was gone, perhaps only Ruri himself knew this secret—that this gentle and elegant "girl" was actually a boy. His inner self remained hidden, and his true identity became an eternal mystery.

Ruri couldn't help but sigh; this brother really knew how to play, being able to live so naturally as a female in the outside world.

And to be able to keep his true gender from being discovered was indeed an impressive skill.

However, none of that mattered now. Ruri knew that what he needed to do was to adapt to this new body as quickly as possible and continue living as a female.

He tried to move his fingers, then slowly stood up, covered in blood.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Little Sasuke's startled cry echoed through the night sky, his face etched with terror.

The scene before him seemed to defy his imagination; he had never encountered anything so bizarre, believing his entire clan had been wiped out, leaving him as the sole survivor.

"You..." Little Sasuke was speechless, his trembling index finger pointing at Uchiha Ruri, his fear so great he couldn't utter a sound.

"Me?" Uchiha Ruri pointed at herself, smiling kindly as she spoke, "Uchiha Ruri. Little brother Sasuke, don't you remember?"

Her expression would have been gentle under normal circumstances, but now, covered in blood, it was like waking up in the middle of the night to find a ghost standing by one's bedside.

"Ruri... Sister Ruri..." Little Sasuke's voice trembled, his eyes filled with confusion and shock. He looked at this person who was both familiar and strange, unable to process the situation for a moment.

Sister Ruri, someone he had once thought dead, was standing right in front of him, completely unharmed. His heart was filled with doubt and bewilderment, yet there was also an indescribable glimmer of joy.

"Sister Ruri... weren't you killed by my brother... no... by that enemy?"

Little Sasuke's voice shook, his eyes filled with memories of the past and confusion about the present.

He remembered the recent past, remembered the sight of Uchiha Ruri lying in a pool of blood.

Yet now, Sister Ruri stood before him, smiling as she watched him, as if nothing had ever happened. This left him feeling dazed, unable to believe his own eyes.

"Of course not, little Sasuke. I was just playing dead; my body is perfectly healthy." Uchiha Ruri's voice was soft and calm, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

Little Sasuke froze, not knowing what to say. His heart was a tangle of complex emotions: surprise, doubt, and even a trace of inexplicable anger.

Uchiha Ruri didn't seem to intend on explaining much. She walked to little Sasuke's side, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "Alright, little Sasuke, don't think about it so much. I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I? We should be happy about that."

"Sister Ruri... I feel so much pain... wuwuwuwu..." Uchiha Sasuke's voice carried endless sorrow and agony.

His tears slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground and turning into crystalline droplets.

A single tomoe had clearly manifested in his eyes—the mark of the Sharingan, and a symbol of his inner torment.

Ruri looked at the Sasuke before her, a pang of pain striking her heart. She knew that this child, only a few years old, was enduring suffering beyond what any ordinary person could imagine.

His entire clan had been slaughtered, his family had died tragic deaths, and he had become the sole survivor. Such pain was far too heavy for a child to bear.

Ruri knew this was the night of the Uchiha clan massacre in the Naruto World, a tragic scene she had once read about in history.

She hadn't expected to transmigrate here at such a time, and even less did she expect to take on the role of a caring big sister to comfort this pitiful little brat.

She gently hugged Sasuke, letting his head rest on her shoulder.

"Little Sasuke, stop crying, I'm here." Ruri's voice was soft yet firm as she stroked his hair, attempting to soothe the trauma within his heart.

Just as the two were lost in their sorrow and reflection, the Konoha medical team arrived rapidly, having received orders from the Third Hokage to ensure Sasuke's physical well-being at all costs.

"???" The Konoha medical team was stunned; they wondered if they had arrived at an inopportune moment, as the scene was quite jarring.

A blood-soaked person was patting a crying child in their arms.

The medical team subsequently rushed the two to the hospital for treatment, preventing any accidents from occurring as per the Hokage's instructions.