Uchiha Natsu

Note: The main story of this novel will take place in the One Piece World, but the first phase will leave a parting gift for Konoha, spanning about sixteen chapters. This also serves to lay the groundwork for some of the trump cards the protagonist will use when he eventually heads to the One Piece World.

If you really don't want to read the first arc, you can skip directly to around chapter sixteen.

Second, this is not a completely brainless power fantasy; it is only semi-brainless. The protagonist will start by using conspiracies or leveraging intelligence to set up his plans, but the enemies faced at every stage will provide the satisfaction readers expect from a power fantasy.

Third, this novel aims to have no female lead. Even if there is one, it would be Uchiha Izumi, not someone from the One Piece World. The protagonist is an extreme egoist and will not let his lower head control his upper head. For example, if the Empress were to act arrogant in front of him, he would kill her without hesitation.

Fourth: I have already completed one million-word novel and one sixty-thousand-word novel. Including the pre-written chapters, this book already has about two hundred thousand words, so there is no need to worry about it being abandoned.

Fifth: My knowledge of One Piece is not actually very deep, and some things were searched online. If you find any issues, you can leave a comment and tag the author, and I will change them as soon as possible.

Sixth: The last point, I want to write this book for a long time, so some parts will be quite detailed. It is really not filler; it is a multi-perspective style. The protagonist is not omnipotent and will need to rely on the clan.

Adding one more point, I have collected many questions and complaints from readers and published a chapter specifically to explain them after chapter seventy-eight.

Konoha Year 54.

In the Uchiha Clan compound, the morning mist had not yet fully dissipated. The bluestone path was dampened by dew, shimmering with a cool, faint light.

"Young Master Natsu!"

"Lord Natsu, are you heading to see Clan Leader Fugaku?"

Clan members along the way stopped one after another, smiling as they greeted him.

The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a light gray robe with an inconspicuous Uchiha fan crest embroidered on the collar. He merely nodded calmly in response, his footsteps steady as he continued toward the clan leader's residence.

But just as he turned a street corner, his steps came to an abrupt halt.

His pupils suddenly surged into a scarlet hue, three black tomoe slowly spinning as his gaze locked precisely onto the shadows of a high tower behind him.

On the tower, two Root members wearing animal masks were staring down at his back, their eyes filled with undisguised malice.

"What's he acting so arrogant for? They're just a bunch of cursed scum." One of them lowered his voice, his tone dripping with unconcealed contempt. "Once Lord Danzo gives the order, not a single one of these Uchiha will survive."

"Hmph, I really don't know why the Hokage keeps holding us back." The other replied, his hostility even heavier. "These guys were always the biggest scourge of Konoha!"

Separated by dozens of meters, the wind blew their fragmented conversation into pieces, but the Sharingan had already read their lip movements with perfect clarity.

Uchiha Natsu's hand, hanging at his side, slowly clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white. The killing intent in his eyes surged like dry grass thrown into a spark.

How long had it been since Shisui died?

The village's surveillance of the Uchiha had reached a point where they didn't even bother with superficial pleasantries anymore.

This kind of blatant surveillance, let alone for the Uchiha Clan—whose reconnaissance capabilities were second only to the Hyūga Clan in all of Konoha!

Even the most ordinary scout ninja could easily perceive it. This was literally writing "I treat you like a prisoner" on their faces!

But what could he do?

In terms of strength, although he had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan early, his eleven-year-old body had not yet fully developed. His chakra reserves and physical stamina were stuck at a bottleneck, barely reaching the threshold of an average Jonin at best.

In terms of reputation, his parents were once high-ranking members of the clan, but they died two years ago in a so-called border mission—the very day he was splattered with their blood. Amidst the intense pain and hatred, he had successfully awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

Now that his parents were gone, even if his aunt was the clan leader's wife, Uchiha Mikoto, what did that mere connection count for in the face of the overwhelming suspicion from the Konoha higher-ups?

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a pale blue light screen that only he could see had appeared before him.

[Host: Uchiha Natsu]

[Strength: Jonin]

[Bloodline: Three-Tomoe Sharingan]

[Bound Clan: Uchiha]

[System Status: Inactive. Please complete the Newbie Task to unlock.]

[Newbie Task: Bide your time and retreat into hiding—lead over seventy percent of the Uchiha Clan to the New World to establish a new foundation.]

[Task Reward: Full system unlock, Newbie Gift Pack ×1]

The light screen flickered before his eyes, and Natsu's fingernails dug into his palms.

Konoha Year 54.

There was only one year left until that Night of the Uchiha Massacre, which was destined to flow with blood.

He had tried every method; activating the system was now his final resort.

He had already probed and hinted to Uchiha Fugaku four times, both openly and covertly, but the man still naively hoped for the mercy of the Konoha higher-ups.

"Sigh, today is the last time. If Fugaku is still unwilling, then even if I have to die, I will take the whole of Konoha down with me!" When Uchiha Natsu opened his eyes again, his gaze seemed to have reached a certain decision.

If he still couldn't persuade Fugaku to agree to have the whole clan retreat and lie low today, then Uchiha Natsu would not hesitate to detonate all the Explosive Tags he had found—the ones buried in Konoha decades ago by Genno, the trap master from the Blazing Sun Village during the Second Shinobi World War.

During this time, relying on his Three-Tomoe Sharingan and his position in the Konoha Police Force, he had already located every single hidden cache of Explosive Tags throughout Konoha.

The vengeful nature deep in his bones had led Uchiha Natsu to prepare for the worst.

Either he succeeded today in getting Uchiha Fugaku to agree to his plan, or he would detonate those Explosive Tags and summon his father's former followers to kill Uzumaki Naruto at any cost, release the Nine-Tails, and drag the entire village of Konoha into the abyss.

He was a man who believed in an eye for an eye; that was a principle carved into his bones and blood in his previous life.

Since Konoha had already deemed the Uchiha a scourge that must be eradicated, he didn't mind letting that "scourge" truly fall upon their heads.

When others suspect you possess a certain weapon of mass destruction, you had better actually have it!

This was the memory Uchiha Natsu had carved into his bones from his previous life.

A few minutes later, three knocks echoed against the black-lacquered wooden door of the Uchiha clan head's mansion.

"Coming, please wait a moment."

A gentle voice responded from within, and a moment later, the wooden door was pulled open softly.

Uchiha Mikoto stood behind the door, her dark hair loosely pinned back. A simple kimono accentuated her gentle features; she was a rare, soft presence in this clan compound otherwise steeped in hostility.

Seeing Natsu outside, a layer of joy bloomed in her eyes. She reached out to gently ruffle the boy's hair, her fingertips still carrying the faint, fresh scent of plums from washing.

"Aunt." Natsu bowed his head slightly, his tone carrying the respect of a junior.

"Why, are you here to discuss matters with your uncle again?" Mikoto stepped aside to let him in, a flicker of imperceptible worry hidden in her eyes. Over the past half-month, this nephew had run back and forth four or five times. Every time he left, Fugaku would sit in the tea room until late into the night, his brow never once relaxing.

Natsu lowered his eyes, his voice very soft but carrying the certainty of a move that could not be taken back: "Yes, today should be the last time."

Mikoto's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but she didn't press further, only calling out toward the house: "Fugaku, Natsu is here."

The sliding door was pulled open, revealing the scene inside the tea room.

Uchiha Fugaku sat kneeling before a low table, the Police Force files spread out before him. A cold cup of tea sat to the side, clearly having been there for a long time.

Seeing Natsu enter, he let out a heavy sigh: "Natsu, you're here."

Natsu acknowledged him and, at his gesture, knelt on the opposite side of the low table.

The atmosphere was as heavy as frozen ice. Mikoto spoke softly: "I will go brew a fresh pot of tea for you both."

Fugaku didn't stop her, but Natsu shook his head calmly: "No need, Aunt. You should hear this too; there is no need to avoid it."

"Hmm?"

As soon as these words left his lips, Fugaku's brow knotted tightly.

In previous visits, no matter how harsh the boy's words were, he had always shielded Mikoto. Today's stance suggested he intended to lay everything out, leaving no room for retreat.

In truth, he had known for a long time.

Over the course of those four or five visits, the meaning behind Natsu's words was nothing more than urging him to take the entire clan and leave Konoha.

But leave? That was easier said than done.

Konoha was founded by the Uchiha and the Senju; this was their root, the home they had guarded for fifty years.

How could they just walk away?

Just as his thoughts surged, the boy's voice across from him turned cold, sharp as ice.

"Uncle, you should know why I am here today."

Fugaku remained silent for a long time, his fingertips tracing the rim of the cold cup, before he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Is it about... leaving Konoha?"

Mikoto's face turned deathly pale, the tea tray in her hands nearly slipping, but as she looked at Natsu's taut profile, she ultimately didn't interrupt.

She knew this nephew very well.

He had been steady and independent since childhood, far more precocious than his peers. Ever since her brother and sister-in-law died in a border mission two years ago, the boy had become increasingly silent, his eyes always hiding something heavy and profound that she couldn't understand.

"Uncle, at this point, do you still hold hope for Konoha?" Natsu raised his eyes, his gaze pinning itself directly onto Fugaku's face without a hint of evasion.

Fugaku's voice remained heavy and slow, carrying the stubbornness of a clan head: "Konoha was founded by the Uchiha clan—"

"But there has long been no place for the Uchiha here!" Natsu cut him off sharply, his voice suddenly rising.

"Natsu! You are being too extreme!"

"Is it me who is extreme, or are you just being too complacent?!" Natsu did not yield an inch, his Feihong Three-Tomoe Sharingan instantly swirling into view.

"Shisui is already dead! I don't care if you are hiding a Mangekyō Sharingan or not, on the surface, in the entire Uchiha clan, who else besides you can be remembered by enemy nations and hold the line?!"

At this point, there was no longer any need for concealment.

All reservations, all circumlocutions, were torn to shreds today.

"Natsu! What exactly are you trying to say?!" Fugaku's expression darkened as well. "Your brother Itachi has already joined the Anbu, and the Hokage—"

"Did he join the Anbu, or was he brainwashed by them?!" Natsu interrupted him again, his words like blades. "How long has it been since you've had a proper conversation with him? Do you know who he is in contact with every day, or what he is doing?!"

"Natsu! You have gone too far!"

"Uchiha Itachi has already decided to join forces with the Konoha higher-ups to purge the entire Uchiha clan."

Natsu's voice was flat, yet it struck like a thunderclap, exploding in the small tea room.

"He has teamed up with that masked man, planning to strike the entire clan before long. Only by doing this can he save the life of his precious younger brother, Uchiha Sasuke."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting!" Fugaku slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his Feihong Sharingan staring daggers at Natsu, his chest heaving violently. "Natsu! If you dare to slander Itachi again, don't blame me for disregarding our kinship!"