The Prototype of the Shinobi World Asura

Autumn, 47th year of Konoha.

Inside the secret conference room of the Naka River Shrine at the Uchiha Clan Compound.

Unlike the usual oppressive and dull atmosphere, today the room was filled with a restless, fanatical energy.

"Clan Head! Captain Xuan Shi!"

Yashiro Uchiha stood up abruptly, waving a training report he had just compiled, his excitement plain to see.

"This is nothing short of a miracle! After half a month of intensive training, the overall chakra levels of the Police Force have increased by a full thirty percent! Especially those thirty jonin who were injected with the secret medicine—their taijutsu and ninjutsu power even surpass the elite squads of the Anbu!"

Yashiro's voice grew louder, and the ambition in his eyes swelled.

"As we are now, one of us can take on three of our former selves! How much longer must we tolerate that old blind man (Danzo)? If you ask me, we should strike tonight, wipe out those rats in Root! While we're at it, we can storm the Hokage Building and take back the power that is rightfully ours!"

"Seconded!"

"That's right! We're done playing pretend!"

"The power of the Uchiha is already enough to crush everything!"

Several radical elders chimed in one after another. Possessing power, the desire for revenge grew like wild grass. They no longer wanted to play the submissive role; they wanted to show Konoha who the true number one noble clan was.

Fugaku sat in the main seat, remaining silent, only turning his head to look at Xuan Shi, who sat on his left.

Xuan Shi held a teacup, gently blowing on the tea leaves floating on the surface.

"Clack."

The sound of the teacup hitting the table was not loud, but it made the noisy conference room fall silent instantly.

Everyone looked at the young commander-in-chief.

Xuan Shi stood up and walked to the blackboard on the wall. He did not refute Yashiro's words, but instead picked up a piece of chalk and drew a large circle on the board, representing Konoha.

"Uncle Yashiro is right. The Uchiha of today is indeed very strong."

Xuan Shi turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"System... ahem, according to my assessment, our high-end combat power currently includes four pairs of Mangekyo, our core strength consists of thirty quasi-kage level jonin, and our base troops include three hundred elites who have awakened the Sharingan."

"This force, placed anywhere in the shinobi world, is enough to wipe out a small nation, or even severely damage the vanguard of the Five Great Shinobi Villages."

Pride appeared on everyone's faces.

"However."

Xuan Shi changed the subject, the chalk in his hand tapping heavily on the blackboard twice.

"Our opponent is not just that piece of trash, Danzo."

Next to the large circle of Konoha, he drew a stick figure wearing a spiral mask, and then drew a black pitcher plant.

"Uchiha Obito. He possesses Hashirama cells, has mastered the inescapable space-time ninjutsu known as Kamui, and can control the Nine-Tails."

"Black Zetsu. A conspirator who has lived for thousands of years, lurking in the shadows, knowing our intelligence like the back of his hand."

"And..."

Xuan Shi drew four circles further away, representing the other four great shinobi villages.

"If we start a civil war now, Konoha will inevitably suffer heavy losses. At that time, would the Cloud Village, Rock Village, or Mist Village let such an opportunity pass?"

"Even if we defeat Danzo, all we will get is a pile of ruins. Do we want to be kings over these ruins?"

The conference room fell into a dead silence.

The fanaticism on Yashiro's face gradually faded, replaced by cold sweat.

"What we must do is not destroy Konoha."

Xuan Shi's voice was calm and penetrating.

"What we must do is descend as saviors on the night of the Nine-Tails' Attack. We will step over the corpse of the Nine-Tails and crush Obito's ambition, forcing everyone to hand over power to us in total submission."

"We will not be tyrants over ruins, but the rulers of a golden age."

Fugaku nodded and spoke to set the tone: "Xuan Shi is right. If one does not endure small things, one will spoil great plans. Our current forbearance is for the sake of a future one-hit kill."

"Pass down the order."

Fugaku stood up, regaining the majesty of a clan head.

"Continue to execute the 'loose on the outside, tight on the inside' strategy. On the surface, the Police Force must continue to maintain the 'corrupt' persona; eat and drink as usual, so Danzo thinks we are still wallowing in luxury."

"In secret, conduct specialized tactical drills against Obito's Kamui and the Nine-Tails' Tailed Beast Bomb."

"Yes!" the elders replied in unison, the restlessness in their eyes replaced by firm conviction.

Xuan Shi looked at Shisui and Itachi.

"You two, continue to operate in the open. As the twin stars of Konoha, the more dazzling you are, the more you will attract the attention of the higher-ups, providing cover for the clan's secret actions."

"Understood." Shisui and Itachi nodded.

After the meeting ended, Xuan Shi walked out of the shrine alone.

The autumn wind swept up fallen leaves.

Time, like flowing water, passed rapidly beneath a calm surface.

The winter of the 47th year of Konoha passed.

Heavy snow covered the village, masking all traces. The Uchiha Clan silently sharpened their claws in the snowy nights.

The spring of the 48th year of Konoha arrived.

Cherry blossoms bloomed. Itachi graduated early with the top score in the academy, and Shisui performed meritorious deeds repeatedly in the Anbu, becoming the true "Body Flicker Shisui."

Meanwhile, at the Hokage Building, Kushina Uzumaki's belly grew larger by the day.

The prophesied child, the life bearing the heavy burden of the Nine-Tails' seal, was being nurtured.

August, 48th year of Konoha.

The cicadas of midsummer were somewhat noisy.

Xuan Shi stood on the highest roof of the Uchiha Clan Compound, gazing into the distance.

In that direction, in a park near the Konoha Hospital, a heavily pregnant Kushina was walking under the shade of the trees, arm-in-arm with Minato. Their faces were filled with happy smiles, completely unaware of the coming storm.

Or perhaps, Minato might have sensed something, but he believed he was prepared.

Xuan Shi narrowed his eyes.

On his retina, the system interface popped up a blood-red countdown.

[Critical time node detected as approaching.]

[Current time: August 10, 48th year of Konoha.]

[Time remaining until the outbreak of the Nine-Tails' Attack (October 10): 60 days.]

Two months.

The final two months.

Xuan Shi took a deep breath of the hot, dry air, as if he could smell the faint scent of blood within it.

"The storm is coming."

He turned and leaped off the roof, his figure disappearing into the shadows.

This time, the Uchiha, an Asura that had been lurking for so long, would completely tear apart this damned fate.