Konoha Year 55, autumn.
The night was thick, and an eerie blood moon hung high in the sky, shrouding the entire Uchiha Clan Compound in a wash of crimson.
Inside an ordinary residence on the edge of the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Chiya jerked up from the tatami mat in a start, cold sweat instantly soaking the shirt on his back.
He gasped heavily for air, his heart pounding violently within his chest.
"Today is... October 12th of Konoha Year 55?"
Chiya glanced at the wall calendar, his pupils abruptly contracting to the size of pinpoints.
He had already transmigrated over for a full three months.
As a transmigrator well-versed in the plot of Naruto, he knew all too well what tonight meant.
The Night of Slaughter!
That "filial son" Uchiha Itachi would join forces with Obito to slaughter the entire Uchiha clan, sparing neither the elderly nor the women and children, solely to leave behind his foolish younger brother, Sasuke!
"Damn it!"
Chiya clutched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms and seeping traces of blood.
The identity he had transmigrated into was merely that of an ordinary Chunin of the Uchiha clan.
His parents had both died in the Third Shinobi World War, his talent was mediocre, he had not awakened his Sharingan, and he had zero presence within the clan.
"Ah-!!"
Suddenly, a miserable, shrill scream pierced the silent night sky.
That sound was right next door!
Chiya's entire body stiffened, and he could clearly sense that several cold and powerful chakra signatures were rapidly approaching.
The air began to fill with a strong smell of blood-the blood of his clansmen.
Flee?
There was no escaping at all!
A barrier had already been set up around the entire Uchiha Clan Compound by the Konoha Anbu and Root, and not even a single fly could escape.
"Could it be that I'm going to die here right after transmigrating? I'm not resigned to this!"
Chiya's eyes were bloodshot, his heart filled with reluctance.
Why?
Why should the Uchiha clan die for the high-level political struggles of Konoha?
Why should Uchiha Itachi be allowed to use the lives of his entire clan in exchange for his so-called "peace" and his younger brother's surviving existence?
This damn Konoha, this sickening Will of Fire!
Just as Chiya's heart was filled with despair, a cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind-
[Ding! Detecting host's extreme killing intent and resentment, the Kill and Plunder System is binding...]
[System binding successful!]
[This system aims to assist the host in cutting a bloody path through a turbulent era! As long as you kill enemies, you can plunder their Kekkei Genkai, chakra, ninjutsu insights, or special physiques!]
The system!
Chiya was ecstatic-the standard equipment of a transmigrator! It had finally arrived!
[Ding! The current environment is extremely dangerous. Issuing a beginner's gift pack!]
[Open immediately?]
"Open! Open it immediately!" Chiya roared in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Zanpakuto - Ryūjin Jakka (Shikai state)!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Spiritual Pressure Conversion (chakra volume upgraded to early Kage Level)!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Swordsmanship Master Trial Card (1 hour)!]
Ryūjin Jakka?!
The Zanpakuto of Captain-Commander Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto of the Gotei 13 in Death God? The strongest and most ancient fire-type Zanpakuto!
Even in Shikai alone, the flame temperature it possessed was enough to turn everything in the world to ash!
A majestic surge of power instantly poured into Chiya's limbs and bones.
His previously dried-up meridians were instantly filled with violent energy-a power transformed from spiritual pressure, which was of a higher tier than chakra!
Light flashed in his hand, and an antique, heavy katana appeared in Chiya's grip.
Though still in its scabbard, the blade could no longer conceal its scorching temperature.
"Bang!"
At that moment, the door to Chiya's house was violently kicked open, and wood splinters flew.
A slender figure stood in the doorway, framed against the blood-red moonlight. He wore an Anbu uniform, carried a ninja blade on his back, and wore a cat--face mask, exposing only a pair of crimson Sharingan.
In those eyes, three tomoe were slowly spinning before connecting into the shape of a pinwheel.
Mangekyō Sharingan!
Uchiha Itachi!
He was still stained with fresh blood, which dripped down the tip of his blade onto the floor.
"Chiya Uchiha, Chunin, normally law-abiding."
Itachi said in a cold voice, "For the peace of Konoha, for the honor of the Uchiha... die."
As his voice fell, Itachi instantly vanished from the spot.
So fast!
If it were the previous Chiya, he probably wouldn't even have seen Itachi's afterimage before having his throat slit.
But now...
Chiya slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.
"For peace? For honor?"
"Slaughtering your own parents and clansman, is this what you call capacity? Uchiha Itachi!!"
Boom!
The aura on Chiya's body erupted with a crash. That was terrifying chakra fused with Reiatsu, which actually forced Itachi's killing intent back by half a step.
A trace of astonishment flashed in Itachi's eyes.
Could the intelligence be wrong? How could this ordinary clansman in everyday life possess chakra of this level?
Yet he still didn't stop, the ninja blade in his hand gleaming with a cold light as he thrust straight for Chiya's heart.
"Too slow."
Chiya grasped the hilt at his waist.
At that moment, the instincts of a swordsmanship master took over his body.
Draw the blade!
"All Things in the Universe, turn to ashes!"
"Ryūjin Jakka!!!"
Rumble--!!!
Fierce flames exploded outward in a ring centered on Chiya. This was no ordinary Fire Release; this was a blazing flame from Soul Society!
The terrifying high temperature instantly vaporized the indoor furniture, tatami mats, and even the walls began to melt.
Itachi's expression beneath the mask changed drastically.
His proud Fire Release mastery told him that the temperature of these flames exceeded even the Great Fireball Technique by dozens of times! If he didn't retreat, he would definitely die!
Itachi twisted his body mid-air, activating the Substitution Technique.
"Poof!"
A log used for substitution instantly turned to flying ash in the flames, and Itachi's figure appeared on a telephone pole outside the house, his Anbu armor somewhat charred and the hair at his brow curled.
His Mangekyō Sharingan stared fixedly at the man walking out of the sea of fire.
The house had completely collapsed, turning into a puddle of magma.
Chiya held Ryūjin Jakka, his entire body wreathed in crimson flames.
"Itachi, weren't you going to measure your capacity?"
Chiya raised the tip of his blade, pointing straight at Uchiha Itachi, the madness and killing intent in his eyes thicker than the night's hue tonight.
"Come on! Let me see how much weight you really have, you beast who killed your father and mother!"
"Tonight, I will use your blood to consecrate the debut of this Ryūjin Jakka!"
Itachi's gaze grew cold, his killing intent boiling.
"Tonight, the Uchiha Clan must disappear."
"Amaterasu!"
Itachi's right eye abruptly shed a line of bloody tears, his gaze focusing on Chiya.
Black flames began to burn on Chiya's chest!
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