Chinatsu and Sasuke

"How awful. If I hadn't transmigrated right on the Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre, I could have done more. Maybe I could even have stopped this from happening."

Chinatsu sighed helplessly. She was utterly resigned to the fact that she had arrived on the Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre.

Transmigrating into the world of Naruto was one thing, but couldn't she have landed at a better point in the timeline? Chinatsu could even have accepted arriving in the Warring States Period, but the Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre...

Still, this body's original owner had been fairly talented. She was already an elite Chunin, though she was nowhere near Itachi's level. There was nothing she could have done about nearly dying after he stabbed her in the kidney.

Chinatsu held her chin in one hand as she considered her next steps. First, she needed to get stronger. At the very least, she had to reach...

"Sis! You're awake! Does anything hurt?"

Suddenly, Sasuke's voice interrupted her thoughts. Chinatsu snapped out of her reverie and looked at him, only to find him watching her anxiously. Seeing Sasuke like this... damn it! He was just too adorable.

Your "sister" is already dead, but... fine. I suppose I'll reluctantly take over as your "sister" in this body's original owner's place!

Of course, it would take Chinatsu quite some time to adjust to her new role...

"I'm fine. If Itachi appeared in front of me right now, I'd love nothing more than to stab him straight in the kidney. And if I could, I'd throw in a kick too!"

Chinatsu clenched a fist, a fierce fire blazing in her eyes.

Sasuke was startled by Chinatsu's fiery display. In his memory, his sister had been an elegant lady, graceful in everything from her words to her actions.

"Sis, you seem different..."

Chinatsu said nothing, merely giving Sasuke a faint smile.

Sasuke: Sis must have taken a terrible blow too. The Uchiha Clan is gone... only Sis and I are left...

Chinatsu: How am I supposed to answer? Stick to the original character and act like a lady? How does a lady even talk? Forget it. Stay silent for now and activate the ultimate skill-Smile!

Meanwhile, in Naruto's office, masked ninja were reporting to an old man.

"Lord Hokage, we've completed our investigation. There is nothing suspicious about Chinatsu Uchiha. The only thing that stands out about her is her appearance. Lord Hokage, should we eliminate her?"

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, looked through the compiled reports submitted to him. Every one of them concerned Chinatsu Uchiha.

Chinatsu Uchiha, age thirteen, Chunin. Three chakra natures: fire, wind, and lightning. After becoming an elite Chunin, she stopped undertaking missions with a team. Rumor had it that her clan had arranged an engagement for her.

No matter how Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at it, Chinatsu Uchiha seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary Uchiha girl.

Should I wipe out every last one of them? There's no need for that, is there?

After some consideration, Hiruzen Sarutobi decided against it. He placed the reports on his desk, turned toward the Anbu members carrying out the mission, and said, "Since Itachi spared her, we won't kill her either."

"Understood!"

The Anbu members nodded. Following Naruto's orders, they swiftly left his office one after another using the Body Flicker Technique.

At that moment, Hiruzen Sarutobi had no idea that this "ordinary girl" would repeatedly shatter his worldview in the years to come...

The sun gradually sank in the sky, and Chinatsu finally stopped lying in bed. Her wounds had already healed by the time she woke up. She had stayed in bed so long mainly to review the plot and consider what to do next.

In short, she would go "home" first.

Chinatsu climbed out of bed and prepared to leave the hospital room in her patient gown. But just as she was about to step through the doorway, Sasuke reached out behind her and tugged on her sleeve, mumbling, "Sis, your clothes! Your clothes!"

"Oh, right. Clothes. Going out in a hospital gown really wouldn't be a good idea." Chinatsu paused, then realized what he meant. But where was she supposed to find a change of clothes? The outfit she had worn on the Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre had been soaked in blood. Apparently, it had been sent off to be washed. In any case, it was nowhere in sight.

Watching Chinatsu look around for clothes, Sasuke pressed his lips together. After a moment of hesitation, he said softly, "Sis, I... I'll go home and get your clothes."

"Huh? Wait..."

Before Chinatsu could react, Sasuke turned and hurried out.

The moment he left Konoha Hospital and stepped onto the village street, countless eyes turned toward him.

"It's Sasuke... poor boy. His whole family died..."

"I think there's still a thirteen-year-old girl left, but that hardly makes a difference. The Uchiha Clan is finished."

"I guess the Hyuga Clan is Konoha's strongest clan now. Honestly, I never liked the Uchiha anyway. The Hyuga Clan is pretty decent."

All kinds of remarks reached Sasuke's ears. He was only six or seven years old, so the emotional harm those words inflicted was easy to imagine.

Still, compared with the original story, Sasuke was clearly doing much better. At least he wasn't all alone.

Keeping his head down and ignoring the comments, Sasuke hurried back to the residence that had been littered with his clansmen's bodies the night before. The bodies had already been removed, and every trace of blood had been wiped away, as though yesterday's massacre had never happened. No, it was more as though no one had ever lived there at all.

Sasuke stood dazed at the entrance for a moment. Then he gritted his teeth, shook his head hard, and rushed inside.

"Sis's room... Sis's room... this should be it!"

Sasuke pushed open the door and entered Chinatsu's room. After looking around, he hurried over to her wardrobe, grabbed the handles with both hands, and pulled it open with a clatter.

(⊙o⊙) Wow, a legendary drop...

All kinds of skirts and dresses appeared before Sasuke's eyes.

Dresses, long skirts, short skirts, fishnet outfits, black stockings, white stockings-there was even women's underwear at the bottom of the wardrobe. Faced with this overwhelming aura of feminine allure, Sasuke had no idea where to look. His cheeks reddened visibly.

With a clatter, Sasuke shut the wardrobe, his cheeks bright red. He leaned against it, tilted his head back, and took great gulps of air as a trickle of blood escaped uncontrollably from one nostril.

"Sis... which outfit am I supposed to bring back...?"