You channeled chakra to the soles of your feet, sprinting full speed as you shouted,
"Whose box is this?!"
Several ANBU hurled shuriken and kunai at you, but none of them used ninjutsu—likely wary of alerting others. Seizing the opportunity, you activated your Sharingan. With its powerful dynamic vision and your thorough mastery of the Manipulated Shuriken Technique, you deflected or dodged the incoming weapons with precision.
Through the keen perception of your Sharingan, you noticed a flicker of hesitation on the face of the Root ninja standing in the middle. It was only a trace—a minute expression that would have slipped past anyone else—but it was enough. Even with Root's brutal emotional suppression training, your Sharingan caught that fleeting moment of panic.
That sealed it. He must've been the one who placed the seal on the box in your hands.
You hurled the box toward one of the other Root operatives—but just then, a lightning strike hit your back. The third Root ninja had cast a jutsu after all.
You were gravely wounded, but through the haze of pain, you heard one of them shout a code name—"Yama."
You forced your eyes open, activating your Sharingan again.
So Yama… was the one in the middle.
And then everything went black.
Instead, you woke up in a pitch-black chamber.
A pair of blood-red eyes stepped out from the darkness, followed by an elderly man wrapped head to toe in bandages.
The moment those Uchiha eyes morphed into a shuriken pattern, you recognized him.
This was the man responsible for the Night of the Massacre.
And if he was here… then the Uchiha Clan was gone.
You tried to spit in his face, but before it landed, a brutal punch struck your abdomen.
Two masked shinobi emerged from the shadows and began whipping you, demanding you reveal the mastermind behind it all.
After all, raising a child who awakened the Sharingan at just three years old, then using him as a disposable pawn to sabotage a long-hidden Root operation… That kind of power and audacity wasn't something a small-time group of nobodies could pull off.
And then there was the briefcase—identical to the one held by the Root agent known as Yama. That, too, was a mystery they couldn't ignore.
Under relentless interrogation, your body was covered in wounds. Uchiha Itachi sat silently in the corner, unmoved. Danzo leaned on his cane, lost in thought.
Once again, you told the truth—the mastermind was you. But no one believed it.
You were strapped to an electric chair and shocked until you lost control of your bladder and bowels. Your consciousness blurred before they finally stopped.
Danzo gave Itachi a long, complicated look, but the latter remained expressionless. A medical-nin entered and began healing your injuries.
You kept telling the truth—but no one believed you.
The torture continued.
Your skin was peeled off and pasted back on. Your fingers were snapped and reassembled with bamboo skewers. Your limbs were hacked off with blunt knives and reattached with crude medical ninjutsu.
By the end of it all, you no longer resembled anything remotely human.
But you were still alive—ugly, broken, but alive—only because you hadn't given them the answer they wanted.
Every time you lost consciousness, someone would drag you back from the brink of death with forceful, life-draining medical techniques.
[Simulation System Notification: User has successfully survived a death scenario]
[To conserve simulator energy, simulation accuracy has been downgraded to one-day resolution]
"Can this even be called living…?"
It was only now that Uchiha Kirin realized how cruel and mocking the system's notifications could be.
Whether in the simulation or reality, his thirst for power had now reached its peak—utter and boundless.
After enduring such inhuman torment, a surge of heat rushed into your eyes—but this final burst of power drained the last of your life force.
As you lay dying, you locked your newly awakened Double Tomoe Sharingan onto Uchiha Itachi, declaring through gritted teeth that you would slaughter him—slaughter everyone in that room—and one day rip Uchiha Sasuke apart and devour him alive.
A wave of pitch-black flames came soaring toward you. In the slow, excruciating burn, you watched your unrecognizable body turn to ash, piece by piece. For more chapters visit novel⚑fire.net
[Calculating Rewards…]
[System Evaluation in Progress…]
[In this simulation, user challenged a superior opponent, suffered extreme torment after failure, and died without betraying their convictions. Spirit: admirable. Fate: inescapable.]
[Result: Maximum Effort Outcome]
[User may choose 2 of the following 3 rewards:]
1. +1 Simulation Attempt
2. Double Tomoe Sharingan (both eyes, awakened at death's edge)
3. Amaterasu Black Flames (originally released by Uchiha Itachi)
Staring at the rewards, Uchiha Kirin felt something he hadn't experienced in a long time—hesitation.
The Double Tomoe Sharingan, awakened through sheer death-defying will, likely held more power than any ordinary version. But the allure of Amaterasu was just as strong.
Still, if he wanted both, he'd have to wait an hour before he could simulate again.
"System Assistant, if I choose Amaterasu, can I extract it and then store it again in the system space?"
[Ding~ User holds supreme authority over all reward items. You may extract or store them at will.]
"Good. In that case, I'm choosing rewards 2 and 3."
[Amaterasu Black Flames has been temporarily stored in system space.]
A wave of dizziness hit him. Then came a violent surge of emotions—pain, hatred, the overwhelming urge to destroy everything. That searing obsession flooded Uchiha Kirin's mind.
A burning heat burst into his eyes.
His Single Tomoe Sharingan activated involuntarily, spinning faster and faster until a new tomoe was born in each eye.
Uchiha Kirin collapsed beside the bath like a soaked, half-drowned dog, panting heavily with his tongue out.
"Good thing I started bathing early… or I'd be washing my blankets again~"
The moonlight outside was bright and clear. With no pollution in the shinobi world, he caught a glimpse of his eyes in the water's reflection.
They glowed faintly red in the dark, sharper than ever.
Even as a member of the Uchiha clan, Kirin couldn't help but admire them. Deep inside, a strange desire rose up—to dig them out and preserve them. No wonder Danzo and Orochimaru were obsessed.
"System Assistant, go ahead and claim this battle's loot too."
[Target was lightly injured, but their mental defenses collapsed]
[Extracting high-value loot…]
Loot Acquired: Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu Scroll
"Seriously? Not a Strength boost? Even one or two points would've been nice… But this isn't bad. I can bring the technique into future simulations for practice."
With a wave of his hand, Uchiha Kirin pulled the Great Fireball scroll from system storage. Since his Sharingan was still active, he memorized the entire jutsu on the spot.
"Huh. My learning speed… feels even faster than before."
Kirin grinned to himself, then opened his panel to check his updated stats.
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