Third Son of the Uchiha

The world of Naruto is truly beautiful!

As the sun sank in the west, the lingering rays of dusk washed over the high hillside, slicing a contrasting boundary of light and shadow across the grass. A gentle breeze swept softly by, raising a ripple across the boundless fields like a magnificent painting slowly unfurling.

Enkō could not help marveling at the beautiful scenery before him, even though he had already lived in this world for eight years!

Enkō bore the surname Uchiha, and he was the biological younger brother of Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Izuna!

Eight years ago, an accidental transmigration had brought a modern youth named Tian Feng into the world of Naruto, where his soul transmigrated directly into the body of an eight-year-old boy named Uchiha Enkō.

It was currently the chaotic Warring States Period, and the Land of Fire was locked in a war lasting hundreds of years spearheaded by the two great clans of Senju and Uchiha. The war brought countless deaths, among which was the original Uchiha Enkō at the tender age of eight.

Yet the moment Enkō's original self perished, Tian Feng's soul was reborn within his body, causing him to miraculously come back to life. From that moment on, Tian Feng became Uchiha Enkō!

As the younger brother of Madara and Izuna, Enkō's talent was naturally far from ordinary. Or rather, because of his soul's transmigration, his talent was perhaps not even beneath Madara's. He awakened his Sharingan at the mere age of ten, mastered every ninjutsu of the Uchiha Clan, and at sixteen this very year, he awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!

Eight years of life had caused him to completely integrate into this world and thoroughly grow accustomed to living under the identity of Uchiha Enkō. Therefore, he did not want the Uchiha to repeat the tragedy of clan-wide annihilation from the original story; he wanted to lead the Uchiha onto a different path toward the pinnacle!

"Enkō, what are you doing here? The meeting is about to start!"

A call came from behind, and Enkō turned his head to look at that familiar yet handsome face, responding softly, "Second Brother, I know."

Izuna patted Enkō's shoulder. "What's on your mind again? Spit it out. Is there anything troubling you that Second Brother can help you solve? If all else fails, we'll find Big Brother."

Hearing this, Enkō let out a helpless sigh. "Ah, Second Brother, that is precisely my biggest trouble."

Perhaps because his other younger brothers had all fallen in battle, making Enkō the youngest remaining, after Uchiha Tajima passed away, Madara and Izuna showed him the utmost care. While it did not go so far as keeping him hoarded inside the camp without letting him out, every mission assigned to him was simply the kind where even a stray dog could complete it—devoid of danger and entirely lacking any challenging difficulty.

Yet Enkō was not actually weak. Possessing the Mangekyō Sharingan, if judged by the future standards of the shinobi villages, he possessed Kage-level caliber no matter how one looked at it.

Besides, if one wanted to grow stronger, they had to engage in continuous actual combat. In the world of Naruto, only the strong possessed the ultimate right to speak!

"Ahem, anyway, let's talk about this later. Go to the meeting first, and don't keep Big Brother and the others waiting." Izuna naturally knew what Enkō wanted to say, laughed it off, and turned to walk back toward the camp.

Behind him, Enkō shook his head. Every time he brought up wanting to take on a slightly difficult mission, his two older brothers would reject him using various methods.

Following Izuna into the central tent of the Uchiha Clan Grounds, the remaining Uchiha upper echelons had already taken their respective seats, and seated at the very head was Enkō's older brother, Uchiha Madara.

He wore black, tight-fitting combat attire, layered with red, interlocking armor plating on the outside. A mane of long black hair hung loosely behind his back, and his gaze was cold and sharp, radiating a majestic, supreme aura across his entire body. Only when he saw Izuna and Enkō would a trace of warmth flash in the depths of his eyes.

"Since everyone is here, let's begin." Madara leaned slightly back against his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and said in a deep voice, "The Senju Clan has sent us their final declaration of war, agreeing to the final decisive battle on the first of next month at the Ishikari Plain. What are your thoughts on this?"

"Then we'll just fight! What is there to be afraid of?"

"Exactly, when has our Uchiha ever feared anyone!"

"Wipe them out!"

The crowd below instantly became fired up and impassioned, causing Enkō to shake his head incessantly. The Uchiha Clan could be said to be the darlings of the Shinobi World; as long as they awakened the Sharingan, their strength would soar straight upward, and in one-on-one situations, they could stand in an undefeatable position!

It was precisely this formidable Kekkei Genkai that forged their arrogant and bellicose personalities, viewing everyone else as mere straw targets ripe for execution, while disdaining to form alliances with other clans.

"Ahem, Big Brother, I'd like to say a few words." Enkō spoke up, and the moment he made his voice heard, the rest of the people fell silent one after another, all looking toward him with convinced and respectful gazes.

Aside from his identity, in routine combat, Enkō always proposed many novel and useful battle plans every time, allowing the Uchiha Clan to win easily on multiple occasions. This also granted him an extremely high degree of the right to speak and credibility within the clan.

Seeing Madara give a slight nod, Enkō said slowly, "This battle must certainly be fought, but we cannot act recklessly either."

As he spoke, Enkō stood up, walked over to the tactical map inside the tent, and pointed to a location on the map. "According to intelligence, this place is called the Heno River. It is the food storage site of the Senju Clan, guarded and watched over by the Senju Clan's allies, the Uzumaki Clan. If we want to gain a greater advantage in the decisive battle, we must send people to destroy this place."

The crowd raised their heads to look one after another, and it was only after a long while that a person spoke up to inquire, "But this place is deep in the rear of the Senju Clan. We can't get past."

Enkō shook his head. "It's not that we can't get past, but rather that we cannot send too many people. Only a small fraction of people infiltrating makes it less likely for them to be discovered by the enemy. However, if our forces are insufficient, it will be very difficult to accomplish the task of destroying their granary. Therefore, the people participating in the mission must include experts."

"What are you implying?" Madara furrowed his brows, appearing to have already caught the meaning behind Enkō's words.

"Big Brother really can't be kept in the dark." Enkō let out a bitter laugh. "My meaning is, let me lead the team to execute this mission."

"No!" True to expectation, two voices rang out simultaneously!

Izuna stood up even more excitedly. "Do you have any idea how huge the risk of doing this is? Setting aside how strong the defensive strength of the Heno River is, have you ever considered that even if you succeed, it will still draw the attention of the Senju Clan, and there is an extremely high probability you will be cornered and killed inside? Anyway, I disagree!"

"Second Brother, you know my dōjutsu. As long as Senju Hashirama doesn't arrive in person, keeping myself safe is completely unproblematic. The chakra of you and Big Brother is too obvious, and since I rarely take on large-scale missions, their level of attention on me isn't high. Therefore, I am the most suitable candidate."

In the end, Enkō looked at his two older brothers and said sincerely, "Big Brother, Second Brother, a shinobi should possess the resolve to face death, and it's impossible for me to live forever under your protection. So this time, let me go."

"You..." Izuna wanted to say something more, but Madara raised a hand to interrupt him. As the saying goes, an elder brother acts as a father. Looking at Enkō before him, a flash of complex emotion crossed Madara's eyes, and only after a long pause did he speak. "I can let you go on this mission, but you must promise me one thing: if circumstances become impossible, prioritize preserving your own life."

"Big Brother, thank you." Enkō gave a slight nod, then looked toward Izuna. "Don't worry, Second Brother. I haven't lived enough yet."

"You... sigh..." Izuna sighed. "I'll help you draw the Senju Clan's attention. Be careful out there."

"Ah, no problem."

The night was as deep as ink.

On the hillside beneath the moonlight, Enkō stood at the very front. The night wind blew the long hair across his forehead, revealing a pair of scarlet Sharingans, within which two powerful dōjutsu were gestating!

Behind him were the eight shinobi who were following him in this operation—every single one of them a battle-hardened elite shinobi of the Uchiha!

Enkō took a deep breath.

"Move out!"