The Beginning of the Uchiha Massacre Night

A splitting headache tore through him, as if his soul had been forcibly shoved into a mismatched vessel.

Shien Uchiha snapped his eyes open.

The surrounding environment left him somewhat astonished.

This is not my room!

He shifted his gaze until he spotted a fan pattern resembling a ping-pong paddle on the wall.

"Uchiha..." he murmured.

In an instant, memories that did not belong to him surged in like a tidal wave, merging with his original consciousness.

Shien Uchiha, twenty years old, an elite of the Uchiha Clan possessing the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

"I... transmigrated? And I became an elite of the Uchiha Clan?"

He subconsciously clenched his fist; the surging Chakra within his body and the incredibly clear world seen through his eyes told him this was no dream.

An indescribable sense of excitement rushed to his heart.

Naruto World, power, Sharingan...

He had arrived in this magnificent world he once could only yearn for from behind a screen!

I am a true elite of the Uchiha Clan! Only twenty years old and already at the Three-Tomoe level; the future is promising!

However, this excitement lasted only for a fleeting moment before the cold sense of reality rapidly returned.

He looked around; the night was deep and everything was deathly silent. An ominous premonition, like a venomous snake, quietly coiled around his heart.

"Wait... this heart-palpitating silence... something is wrong."

He forced himself to calm down from the joy of transmigration, his merged memories flipping through pages at high speed.

"Yesterday... the clan held a top-level meeting, though it was publicly called a celebration."

"But in reality, it was the final meeting to decide on launching a coup d'état. Fugaku had already issued the preliminary mobilization order..."

A key piece of information flashed through his mind like lightning!

Itachi Uchiha! He did not attend!

As the eldest son of the clan leader, his absence from such a critical meeting in itself released an extremely dangerous signal.

Combined with the vague unease among the clansmen in his memories and the increasingly obvious suppression of the Uchiha by the Konoha higher-ups...

A term of the utmost importance to the Uchiha, carrying a bloody chill, crashed into his mind:

Uchiha Massacre Night!

"Could it be... tonight?!"

Once this thought arose, it grew wildly like weeds, instantly bringing a bone-chilling cold.

He could no longer sit still, stumbling as he rolled off the bed.

He didn't even have time to properly adapt to this new body before he shoved the door open and rushed out.

Outside, the moonlight was like water, yet it felt bone-chillingly cold.

"It's too quiet..."

His heart sank.

Even on an ordinary night, the environment could not possibly be this quiet.

It wasn't just the lack of human voices; even the chirping of summer insects and the rustling of wind through leaves had completely vanished.

"Is anyone there!?"

He tentatively shouted, but his voice decayed and dissipated rapidly after traveling less than two meters, as if absorbed by an invisible sponge.

This is not normal!?

The memories in his mind flipped through rapidly!

"A large-scale Sound-Dampening Barrier! And a high-level one at that!"

Shien's heartbeat accelerated sharply.

The meaning behind needing to deploy a barrier of this scale was self-evident!

Driven by fear, he instantly condensed Chakra at the soles of his feet, his body leaping lightly onto the courtyard wall.

Although a slight lack of coordination between his soul and body caused him to stumble slightly upon landing, he quickly steadied himself.

With a few leaps, he reached the rooftop.

He subconsciously activated his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, his sharp gaze sweeping toward the depths of the street.

The moonlight was pale, reflecting the prosperous residential area of the Uchiha Clan like a ghost town.

On the streets, under the eaves, at the gates of courtyards... familiar figures lay scattered everywhere within his line of sight.

Men, women, and children wearing Uchiha clan attire lay on the cold ground in various twisted postures, beneath them pools of blood spreading wantonly, taking on a dull hue under the moonlight.

The thick, impenetrable scent of blood stubbornly drilled into his nostrils, even through the barrier.

There were no screams, no sounds of fighting, only a suffocating silence wrapped in a barrier.

This was an efficient, cold-blooded massacre!

"It's real... it really is the night of the clan's annihilation..."

The last shred of wishful thinking was completely shattered, and a massive panic washed over him like ice water, leaving his limbs numb.

Having fully integrated the memories, he knew very well that being able to achieve this level of silence meant the opponent possessed overwhelming power.

So, how long until Itachi arrived? Could he hide?

Even if he hid from Itachi, could he hide from Obito?

Even if he hid from Obito, could he hide from Root?

Shien swallowed hard, feeling his heart drumming like a war drum!

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!

A figure, like a ghost, appeared without warning in the shadows of the eaves behind him.

Jet-black short hair, a cold expression, ANBU attire, and... those scarlet Sharingan.

Itachi Uchiha!

Every hair on Shien's body stood on end, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan screaming warnings.

Countless combat experiences and instincts belonging to "Shien Uchiha" in his mind were screaming wildly: dodge! block! counterattack!

However, while his thoughts were as fast as lightning, his body was as slow as if trapped in a deep mire!

He wanted to draw his blade, but his fingers were stiff; he wanted to retreat, but his steps were unsteady; he wanted to weave signs, but his Chakra flow was sluggish.

All those elite abilities existed only in his memories, like viewing them through frosted glass; he simply could not effectively command this unfamiliar body!

"Too... too slow..."

He could only watch helplessly as that cold blade light, moving at a speed beyond his reaction limit, easily pierced through the Kunai he had hastily raised to block, precisely plunging into his chest.

"Urgh..."

A sharp pain surged, and warm liquid gushed out.

Shien clutched his chest, his body falling backward powerlessly.

He stared in disbelief at the cold figure before him, his vision gradually turning black.

I don't want to die! I just arrived in this world, I have so many people I want to see and things I want to do, how can I die here like an ant?!

An intense, unprecedented desire to survive erupted from the depths of his soul like a volcano, nearly tearing his chest apart!

[Ding--detected host's survival obsession exceeding limits, meeting the ultimate binding conditions...]

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice, like a final lifeline, rang out abruptly in the depths of his mind.

Itachi Uchiha looked expressionlessly at Shien Uchiha, who lay in a pool of blood, lifeless, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

Many clansmen were like this; they possessed Sharingan and power, yet they perished before they could even react to a sneak attack.

He sheathed his short blade, his figure merging back into the shadows, as calm as crossing a name off a mission list, and swept silently toward the next target—the residence of Fugaku Uchiha.

["Fate Savior" is activating... 1%... 50%... 100%... binding successful!]