The Uchiha Clan Massacre

The Uchiha Clan Massacre, and blood dyed the entire land.

A child of only seven years old witnessed his parents being murdered, and crimson light lit up in his eyes...

It was a pity that before the tomoe pattern in his eyes had time to change, a ninja sword pierced his chest.

"To think you would awaken your eyes at a time like this, what terrible luck!" Uchiha Obito lamented beneath his mask, then bent down and dug out these Sharingan.

The seven-year-old child's eyes filled with excitement and despair, matched with those hollow eye sockets, appeared exceptionally eerie.

Yet scenes like this were merely the tip of the iceberg in this world.

Uchiha Obito continued his slaughter, while on the other side of this clan, a "dutiful son" was turning his butchering blade toward his own parents.

Uchiha Obito did not notice that the pair of Sharingan he had just taken was abruptly missing a set.

Uchiha Itachi likewise did not notice that among the clan he was under the impression had been wiped out to the last, an extra survivor had somehow appeared.

Long afterward, the Uchiha Clan fell completely silent, until a child's scream echoed out, and the Root and Anbu who had long since been nearby finally rushed over 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 trace of astonishment flashed across Sarutobi Hiruzen's sorrowful gaze, and in the next second, he commanded without the slightest hesitation: "Immediately arrange for the Medical Team to treat them, and ensure their safety at all costs."

"Yes!"

After giving instructions to his subordinates, Sarutobi Hiruzen turned and left, as if unable to bear witnessing this scene.

Shimura Danzō was waiting for him a short distance ahead.

"Hiruzen, there's one extra survivor!" Shimura Danzō said in a gloomy tone. His harvest this time had not been particularly large, as most of the Sharingan had been taken by others first.

"Enough, this matter ends here! I don't wish to see any more slaughter. To be able to survive at a time like this, it can only be considered destiny!" Sarutobi Hiruzen displayed a rare touch of dominance and flatly rejected the words Shimura Danzō had yet to speak.

Shimura Danzō said nothing, because a person reeking of blood had already arrived at this spot, so he chose to hide in the shadows.

"Itachi, thank you for your hard work. Doing this prevented Konoha's civil war. In truth, to this day, I still feel endless regret that we couldn't find any other way..." Sarutobi Hiruzen said to Uchiha Itachi with a sorrowful expression.

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

"The one who should apologize is me. From today onward, you will become a rogue ninja who murdered his clan, and you will be entered into the Bingo Book, dead or alive! Do you have any thoughts on this?" Sarutobi Hiruzen turned his head, staring calmly at Uchiha Itachi.

"I have found someone who calls himself Akatsuki. From now on, I will follow him to prevent him from breaking his promise." Uchiha Itachi replied.

My eyes... hurt so much!

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

In a spacious room, a child lying in a hospital bed abruptly opened his eyes, and strange patterns clearly appeared within them, seemingly radiating an ominous omen.

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

For a long time, Uchiha Shunichi finally snapped out of it. He touched the area over his heart, then touched his own eyes, and barely managed to calm down.

Looking around, he saw no one else except for a child of about his own age on the neighboring bed.

Uchiha... slaughter... This body survived the Uchiha Clan Massacre. That is to say, this world belonged to the world of Naruto.

The intense pain in his eyes grew increasingly severe. Uchiha Shunichi had no choice but to close his eyes, and two trails of blood and tears flowed out. Uchiha Shunichi instantly felt a wave of weakness sweep through his body, leaving him entirely without strength.

Having just transmigrated, only to die because his talent was too great? That was entirely too ironic!

His body gradually lost all sensation, yet two dōjutsu suddenly flooded into Uchiha Shunichi's mind: Regression, Precognition.

As if grasping at a straw to save his life, 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 once more, attempting to use his own power to close this pair of Mangekyō Sharingan, but regrettably, he could not do so.

As time ticked by, the excruciating pain in his eyes grew increasingly severe, and blood continually gushed forth, staining the bedsheets red... Uchiha Shunichi's mood also grew steadily worse.

In the end, Uchiha Shunichi had no way to revert 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 restored himself to his original condition, and the consumed chakra as well as the dōjutsu power within his Mangekyō Sharingan were fully replenished.

Opening his eyes to check, he found not the slightest trace of blood on the bed or his body.

At that moment, Uchiha Shunichi finally understood how his dōjutsu worked.

Yet, what seemed like no consumption did not mean there truly was none. It could be his soul, it could be his lifespan, or perhaps some even stranger sort of thing.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Shunichi immediately closed his eyes and lay on the bed, using his other senses to assess everything around him.

The surroundings remained deathly quiet. Uchiha Shunichi flipped through the memories in his mind, and before he knew it, he drifted into unconsciousness...

This period of unconsciousness was somewhat lengthy, lasting a full month and more. During this time, Uchiha Shunichi regained consciousness on multiple occasions, only to uncontrollably slip back into unconsciousness.

When Uchiha Shunichi finally woke up once more, a nurse had appeared by his side, attending to him with extreme care and diligence.

"Where... am I?" Uchiha Shunichi's voice was somewhat hoarse. Because of his left eye, he could very clearly sense the passage of time and feel the ordeal his body had suffered.

"You're awake. You've been unconscious for over a month. How does your body feel right now?" The nurse's voice was extremely gentle, yet a surge of dread rose within Uchiha Shunichi's heart.

Over the past month and more, this seemingly gentle creature was the one who had dissected him over a dozen times, dug out his eyes for research, and then restored his body back to its original state.

Calm down, I must calm down.

Because of his dōjutsu, though he could not die, he definitely could not escape. He had to stay calm!

Uchiha Shunichi clenched his fists, forcefully suppressing his hatred. A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and Uchiha Shunichi immediately spoke up to ask:

"The Uchiha Clan... what has happened to them!"