Konoha Year 50, January 10th, Late Night.
In the heart of the Land of Fire, the Hidden Leaf Village was shrouded in silence. The once-bustling streets were completely deserted. High above, the full moon hung serenely in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over the village, cloaking everything in a beautiful, ethereal veil.
At the center of the village, the Hokage Tower stood out with its lights blazing brightly, piercing through the darkness like a beacon.
Surrounding the tower were members of the Konoha ANBU—each one wearing a white animal-shaped mask, clad in black form-fitting suits with white flak jackets, and carrying ninja swords on their backs. They stood motionless like wooden stakes, exuding a stifling tension that filled the air like an invisible fog.
Suddenly, a figure wearing a white cloak and a pure white mask appeared atop the Hokage Tower. His voice was fast and urgent:
"Cloud and Sand are attacking. Notify every ninja in the village immediately!"
"Have them assist the Police Force in evacuating civilians to the shelters as quickly as possible, then report to the Hokage Tower!"
"Yes, Commander!"
The ANBU collectively dropped to one knee in acknowledgment. Then, one after another, their figures disappeared into the shadows, darting in all directions across the village with heavy hearts.
About six minutes later, on the western edge of the Uchiha clan compound, a ninja landed in front of a modest two-story house.
"Uchiha Gen. Emergency mobilization order. Report to the Police Force immediately."
"Understood."
With a brief reply, the messenger vanished into the darkness.
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In a second-floor bedroom near the window, a young figure shot up from a warm, comfortable bed. He quickly dressed, strapped on his armor, equipped his ninja tools, and slung a sword across his back. Without hesitation, he leapt from the window and landed in the courtyard.
Under the moonlight, his appearance was revealed: he looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with sharp and well-defined features. His eyes were deep and intense like black lacquer, his brows sharp as blades, and his nose tall and straight. His thin lips carried a faint red hue.
He wore a black, tight-fitting shirt and pants, over which was a dark gray armored vest with matching gauntlets, leg guards, and shoulder plates. On his back was the iconic Uchiha fan symbol. Unlike most ninjas who wore sandals, he wore black, breathable boots.
The overall impression he gave was one of cold pride and striking valor.
"What kind of emergency calls for a mobilization this late at night?"
"What the hell are those geezers up to?"
His dismissive tone didn't sound like someone loyal to the Hidden Leaf—it was more fitting for a spy from another village.
Truth was, Uchiha Gen didn't come from this world. He was from Earth.
One late night, like usual, he was staying up watching Naruto on one phone and One Piece on another. At some point, he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he found he had transmigrated.
The body he now inhabited belonged to a ninja who had just died from severe injuries on the battlefield. After Gen transmigrated, he was discovered and brought back to a frontline base. Due to the extent of his wounds, he was deemed unfit to return to the front and was sent back to Konoha for treatment. It had been three and a half months since then.
After recovering, no new orders came, so Gen stayed in the clan compound, training hard to improve his strength.
"Sigh... Given the timing, this can't be good. It's probably war."
"Even though I got the original guy's battlefield experience through his memories, this'll be my first time fighting for real. Nervous… but excited too."
He lifted his head slightly, and his black pupils turned blood-red in an instant. In each eye, two tomoe spun, glowing faintly in the dark—ominous and eerie.
These were the Sharingan, born from intense emotional pain.
The original body awakened them at age ten, upon hearing of his parents' deaths in battle. The second evolution came after witnessing the deaths of his teacher and teammates.
Unfortunately, even with two-tomoe Sharingan, his chakra had been too low. Though he escaped pursuit, he still died from his injuries.
Fwoosh! A cool night breeze swept past. Uchiha Gen cleared his mind and vanished into the darkness.
In the plaza before the Konoha Police Department building, numerous Uchiha clan members had gathered. Dressed in dark combat gear, they stood quietly and in perfect order—no shouting, no chaos.
The Police Force, after all, operated under military-style discipline.
When Gen arrived, the others silently parted to let him move to the front.
The Uchiha were Konoha's premier clan, and arguably the strongest in the entire ninja world. The clan had over two thousand members, though more than half were ordinary civilians. Among the ninja, not everyone could awaken the Sharingan.
In fact, those with awakened Sharingan were a minority. Still, it was possible to become a fine ninja without it—but within the clan, the Sharingan was revered.
Naturally, those who possessed it held higher status. Two-tomoe users were the backbone of the clan, outranked only by those with three tomoe.
Especially someone like Gen, who had awakened his Sharingan at just thirteen—he was considered a genius among the Uchiha and held considerable prestige.
A few seconds after Gen arrived, three more ninjas joined the formation. Once attendance was confirmed, a tall figure emerged from the building.
He had short brown hair, narrow eyes, and wore a dark blue robe over a black combat suit. On his back was the Uchiha fan symbol, and he wore a green Jonin flak vest with the clan insignia embroidered on both shoulders.
"Captain Yadai," the gathered Uchiha greeted with slight bows.
Uchiha Yadai nodded slightly, his expression grim.
"Cloud and Sand have launched a surprise attack. They're already close to Konoha."
"The Hokage has ordered us to evacuate civilians to the shelters immediately. After that, regroup beneath the Hokage Tower."
"Move out!"
Everyone's expression darkened.
Konoha… under direct assault?
This had never happened before in the village's history!
Gen's face turned serious. His guess was right—it really was war.
Cloud and Sand were making a bold move, striking straight at the heart of Konoha. The village's ninja would give everything to defend their home. The battle would surely be brutal.
But this war also confirmed something he had long wondered about.
The fall of Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, likely had a lot to do with this—letting enemy forces reach the village gates was a massive failure.
Combined with the heavy losses Konoha suffered during the Third Great Ninja War, Hiruzen had no choice but to resign and pass the mantle to the Fourth.
"Yes, sir!"
Though weighed down by anxiety, no one hesitated. Their response was swift and resolute.
The Uchiha scattered—some returned to the clan compound to awaken their families, others spread through the village to alert and evacuate civilians.
Thanks to the Hidden Leaf's disciplined ninja forces, the village quickly lit up with activity. The streets became crowded with families carrying children, cries of babies echoing through the night...
Since this was the first time enemy forces had breached so close, and there had never been a large-scale evacuation drill before, both civilians and ninja struggled with coordination.
It wasn't until dawn that every civilian had been safely moved to the shelters.
The ninjas had no time to rest. As ordered, they regrouped beneath the Hokage Tower, a swarm of shadowy figures gathering like a mass of flickering sparks in the early light...