You wagered a hundred skewers of beef and challenged Uchiha Kazuki to settle the grudge that had formed after you defeated Uchiha Rikuto the day before.
Kazuki scoffed at your challenge—until you casually fired a bamboo skewer that pierced straight through the dango stick in his hand.
That single move made him take you seriously. He had to admit Rikuto's loss wasn't due to luck. But as the self-proclaimed boss of this street, Kazuki insisted there could only be one top leader.
You, however, still remembered the humiliation from your first simulation—when Kazuki had beaten you half to death and tossed your body into the bushes like trash. That debt needed to be repaid in full.
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The two of you headed to the training ground and picked a secluded spot to settle things.
Kazuki struck first. Just as you completed the sign of confrontation, he grabbed your arm with surprising speed.
You knew your strengths lay in Speed and ninjutsu, so you needed to create distance. But the moment Kazuki locked his grip on you, you realized something terrifying—his Strength was monstrous for his age.
With both hands, Kazuki swung you up and hurled you into the air. Before you could react, his knee slammed into your chest. Pain exploded in your body. Your right arm went completely numb, and your head hit the ground hard.
He wasn't holding back. That much was clear.
The moment you landed, you grabbed a handful of sand with your left hand and flung it into Kazuki's face. He instinctively shut his eyes, but the sand still struck him. He staggered back, releasing his grip as he rubbed at his eyes in pain.
For the Uchiha clan, their eyes were everything.
Clutching your broken right arm, you pushed yourself up and looked at him—kneeling, vulnerable. You gritted your teeth, committed your resolve, and threw three shuriken straight at his vital points.
As the metal tore through flesh and blood sprayed across the ground, a twisted, euphoric rush surged through you. It was the first time you felt that kind of thrill.
Because Kazuki had been crouching, his jugular and abdomen had been partially protected, so the attack wasn't fatal. But now, he and his little gang scattered in a panic—exposing all their weak points.
You knew that if even one of them got away, this would spiral out of control.
Without hesitation, you threw another handful of shuriken. In midair, they collided, adjusting their trajectories mid-spin to slash through the arteries and hearts of those trying to flee.
As the training ground ran red with blood, you didn't feel a shred of guilt.
You finished Kazuki off with a kunai to the throat.
Then performed the hand signs for Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu and incinerated the rest of his fleeing cronies.
To you, they weren't classmates.
They were the same people who had once beaten and humiliated you.
Now, they were just corpses waiting to burn.
Amidst the heat and carnage, your eyes began to spin.
From the blood-red pupils, two tomoe emerged—one on each side.
Your stockpile of shuriken had run out, and after a few Great Fireballs, your chakra was nearly depleted.
Despite your efforts to use the crowd as live targets for ninjutsu practice, your young age and lack of skill meant one of them eventually escaped and alerted the patrol.
Uchiha Tekka, a jonin from the clan, responded immediately. A single flying kick knocked you to the ground.
He intended to kill you on the spot—until he caught sight of the tomoe in your eyes.
His foot paused mid-strike, just enough to spare your life.
Your body felt shattered. You spat up a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of internal organs before losing consciousness.
They sealed your chakra, stabilized your injuries, and dragged you off for interrogation.
During the genjutsu interrogation led by Tekka, you confessed your motives without resistance.
After all, there was nothing to hide.
Your logic was simple: the Uchiha clan belongs to everyone. If the young clan heir could kill fellow clansmen without consequence, why couldn't you?
Your blunt reasoning left the interrogators speechless—even among the infamously unhinged Uchiha.
Of course, none of them believed that the heir to the clan had murdered his own kin.
So they escalated the interrogation. More Uchiha jonin joined in, layering genjutsu upon genjutsu—less to interrogate and more to torture.
You, however, welcomed the pain.
You even tried to fight back, using crude Sharingan techniques despite having only one tomoe. You didn't care if your Spirit or ocular power suffered permanent damage—you attacked them anyway.
Though you caused no real harm, your maniacal resistance slowly planted seeds of doubt.
Some of the interrogators began to wonder...
Was there truth to your so-called prophetic dream?
Bound and battered, you were brought before the Uchiha Elder for a final hearing.
"Just wait one hour. The Uchiha Massacre will begin tonight."
"If I'm lying, you can execute me immediately. I won't protest."
To lend weight to your words, you told him about the death of Uchiha Shisui—and its undeniable link to the Root.
The Elder had been skeptical at first. But as you described the details of Shisui's demise, he sat up straight.
Every word you spoke matched exactly with the intelligence he had gathered through secret investigations.
It turned out the Elder had long suspected the Uchiha clan leader, Fugaku, of harboring dangerous intentions. He had even sent people to tail Uchiha Itachi, though Itachi's strength—and the Root's protection—made solid intel hard to come by.
Now, the Elder ordered your protection.
Unlike your memories, the massacre did not begin as scheduled.
Still, the Elder didn't have you executed.
He told the Konoha Police Force to act as if everything was normal and return to their posts.
There was still no sign of the Uchiha Massacre.
The Elder, unshaken, released the seals on your body.
He even began asking questions about your "dreams" and the secrets you might know about the clan.
You told the Elder about another dream—one where you saw Fugaku in battle. After witnessing the death of a comrade, his three-tomoe Sharingan evolved into a strange, unfamiliar form.
Even you weren't sure if the memory was real.
But the Elder's expression darkened.
From that moment, he completely lifted your restrictions.
He promised to cover up the "accidental deaths" during your duel with Kazuki and even take care of the matter with Granny Yukina.
Thanks to your interference, the Uchiha Massacre was unlikely to happen tonight.
Sensing the Elder's good mood, you took the chance to press your luck—asking him to teach you about ninjutsu and dojutsu.
Contrary to your expectations, he was more than generous.
He gave you access to a private study and training room and even placed a barrier around your residence for your protection.
That's when it hit you.
You may have just accidentally prevented the Uchiha Massacre.
You had a good dinner at the Elder's house, received medical treatment from a kind nurse, and finally collapsed into a soft bed for a peaceful night's sleep.
[System Notice: User has successfully survived a deathtrap.]
[To conserve simulator energy, simulation duration has been reduced to one day.]