The Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre!

The night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre, blood stained the entire land.

A child of only seven years old witnessed his parents being killed, and a scarlet light ignited within his eyes...

It was a pity that before the tomoe patterns in his eyes could even shift, a ninja sword pierced through his chest.

"To awaken your eyes at a time like this, you really are unlucky!" Uchiha Obito, wearing a mask, sighed with emotion before bending down to gouge out those Sharingan.

The sight of the seven-year-old child's eyes, filled with excitement and despair, paired with his hollow eye sockets, appeared exceptionally eerie.

However, such a scene was merely the tip of the iceberg in this world.

Uchiha Obito continued his slaughter, while on the other side of the clan, a "filial son" was aiming his blade at his own parents.

Uchiha Obito did not notice that a pair of Sharingan was abruptly missing from the ones he had collected.

Uchiha Itachi also did not notice that among the clan he believed he had wiped out, there was actually one extra survivor.

A long time later, there was no more movement from the Uchiha Clan. It was not until a scream from a child echoed out that the Root and Anbu members, who had been nearby, arrived to clean up the aftermath.

"Lord Hokage, the Uchiha Clan... is completely wiped out. There are only two surviving children!" An Anbu ninja appeared beside Sarutobi Hiruzen and reported.

A flash of astonishment crossed Sarutobi Hiruzen's sorrowful eyes, and in the next second, he ordered without hesitation, "Immediately arrange for the Medical Team to provide treatment. Ensure their safety at all costs."

"Yes!"

After instructing his subordinates, Sarutobi Hiruzen turned and left, as if he could not bear to witness the scene.

Not far ahead, Shimura Danzō was waiting for him.

"Hiruzen, there is one extra survivor!" Shimura Danzō said in a gloomy tone. His harvest this time was not significant, as most of the Sharingan had been taken by someone else first.

"Enough, this matter ends here! I do not wish to see any more slaughter. To be able to survive at a time like this, one could call it destiny!" Sarutobi Hiruzen displayed a rare moment of dominance, rejecting the words Shimura Danzō had yet to finish without hesitation.

Shimura Danzō did not speak, for a person reeking of blood had already arrived at this location, so he chose to hide in the shadows.

"Itachi, thank you for your hard work. Doing this avoided a civil war in Konoha. In truth, even now, I still feel endless regret that I could not find another way..." Sarutobi Hiruzen said to Uchiha Itachi with a sorrowful face.

"I am sorry!" Uchiha Itachi lowered his head and said slowly.

"The one who should be apologizing is me. From today on, you will be a rogue ninja who murdered his own clan, listed in the Bingo Book, dead or alive! Do you have any thoughts on this?" Sarutobi Hiruzen turned his head, staring at Uchiha Itachi with a calm expression.

"I have found someone who calls himself Akatsuki. From now on, I will follow him to ensure he does not break his promise," Uchiha Itachi replied.

My eyes... they hurt so much!

Am I... dead? Are the images in my mind memories, or a dream...

In a vacant room, a child lying on a hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes. Strange patterns appeared clearly within them, as if radiating an ominous omen.

"Is this... transmigration? Or a dream?" Uchiha Shunichi looked at his smaller hands, his mind a blank slate.

After a long while, Uchiha Shunichi finally regained his senses. He touched his chest and then his eyes, barely managing to calm himself down.

Looking around, he found that apart from a child of similar age in the next bed, there was no one else in sight.

Uchiha... slaughter... this body survived the night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre. In other words, this world belongs to the world of Naruto.

The excruciating pain in his eyes grew more intense. Uchiha Shunichi had no choice but to close his eyes. Two trails of blood tears flowed down, and Uchiha Shunichi suddenly felt his body go weak, devoid of any strength.

Did I die because my talent was too high just after transmigrating? That is truly too ironic!

As his body gradually lost all sensation, two Dōjutsu suddenly appeared in Uchiha Shunichi's mind: Regression and Precognition.

As if grabbing onto a life-saving straw, Uchiha Shunichi immediately used the Dōjutsu in his right eye—Regression.

In an instant, Uchiha Shunichi felt his body return to its original state. He touched his eyes and found that the tears on his face had also vanished.

Uchiha Shunichi opened his eyes again, attempting to use his power to deactivate this pair of Mangekyō Sharingan, but unfortunately, he could not do it.

As time passed, the intense pain in his eyes grew worse, and blood continuously gushed out, staining the sheets... Uchiha Shunichi's mood also grew increasingly terrible.

In the end, Uchiha Shunichi had no way to turn this pair of Mangekyō back into ordinary Sharingan, as if these eyes did not belong to him at all.

"Regression!"

Using the Dōjutsu in his right eye once more, Uchiha Shunichi returned to his original state, and the chakra he had consumed, as well as the ocular power in his Mangekyō Sharingan, were completely restored.

He opened his eyes to look and found that there was not a trace of blood on the bed or his body.

At this moment, Uchiha Shunichi finally understood what his Dōjutsu was all about.

However, appearing to have no cost did not mean there truly was none. It could be his soul, his lifespan, or perhaps something even more peculiar.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Shunichi immediately closed his eyes and lay on the bed, using his other senses to judge his surroundings.

The area remained quiet. Uchiha Shunichi flipped through the memories in his mind and, without realizing it, drifted off to sleep...

This slumber lasted quite a long time, a full month or more. During this period, Uchiha Shunichi regained consciousness several times, but each time he ended up uncontrollably falling back into a coma.

When Uchiha Shunichi finally woke up again, there was a nurse by his side, taking care of him very carefully and attentively.

"Where... am I?" Uchiha Shunichi's voice was somewhat hoarse. Because of his left eye, he could clearly feel the passage of time and perceive his own situation.

"You're awake. You've been in a coma for over a month. How does your body feel now?" The nurse's voice was incredibly gentle, yet a flicker of terror rose within Uchiha Shunichi.

Over the past month, it was this seemingly gentle person who had dissected him more than a dozen times, gouged out his eyes for research, and then restored his body to its original state.

Stay calm, I must stay calm.

Because of his Dōjutsu, he could not die, but he absolutely could not escape. He had to remain calm!

Uchiha Shunichi clenched his fists, forcing himself to hide his hatred. A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he immediately asked:

"The Uchiha Clan... what has become of them now!"