Izuna, restore the glory of the Uchiha!

Madara Uchiha

Introduction: Do you want to dance too?

Terms: "Indra", "Brother complex", "Mangekyou Sharingan", "Hashirama's rival"

To the left of the text is a hastily drawn portrait, like a child's doodle.

It has a sturdy, two-headed body, thick black, bushy fur, heavily painted vermilion armor, and an irritated expression.

I must say, they're actually quite cute.

"But is this all the cheat code is?"

The chill of late autumn seeped in through his collar. By the campfire at the Uchiha camp, Izuna rubbed his stiff fingers, listlessly flipping through the semi-transparent book of entries that appeared before him, talking to himself in the void.

This is his third day in this world.

In his previous life, he came from an ordinary family and relied on his diligence and fairly clever mind to soar to the top of the exam-taking path.

After eight years of residency training plus three years of professional training, and two years of formal employment, I managed to become the youngest attending physician in the entire hospital.

The results of it?

Long-term lack of rest and overwork led to his sudden death next to the operating table, without even leaving a last word.

So what if the banners covered half the wall of the department? After death, he didn't go to heaven to enjoy himself. Instead, he fell headlong into the only comic he had ever read in high school and was reborn as the unlucky guy who drives the plot forward.

"Why……"

With a deep sigh, Izuna rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to dig out more useful memories from the depths of his mind.

The dictionary in front of him, which only he could see, turned a page in accordance with his wishes.

Uchiha Izuna

Strangely, his own page was empty, without any illustrations.

Introduction:

We need to find a way to survive!

Entry:

"Defender of the Family," "Kaleidoscope Sharingan," "Tobirama's Nemesis"

Among them, the entry for "Mangekyou Sharingan" is dim and almost non-existent.

He continued flipping to the third page. This was a directory of people, recording all the nameless NPCs from the original story that he had encountered since his transmigration.

This thing is currently pretty useless.

Even on individual display pages, the amount of useful information is minimal. Furthermore, how those entries should be activated and what their purpose is remains to be verified.

The book closed in front of me, with a dark brown leather cover and a compact A8 size.

It's like the notepad he used to jot down notes in the hospital, the only difference being that this book has no thickness and looks like a PDF document.

The book of entries transformed into specks of light and blended into the night.

I think it's more reliable to rely on myself.

Living off the savings he'd accumulated from binge-watching anime all high school, Izuna wrapped his clan robe tighter around himself and gradually sorted out his current predicament.

Uchiha Izuna.

Madara Uchiha's most cherished younger brother, and the second-in-command of the clan.

He was an unlucky guy who was seriously injured by Tobirama Senju's Flying Thunder God Technique due to a moment of underestimation of his opponent, and eventually died from his injuries.

The path beneath our feet leads to the battlefield of the decisive battle against the Senju clan.

Izuna looked down at the fully grown adult body, and the last shred of hope in his heart was extinguished—the timeline matched perfectly, and death was already waving goodbye at the end.

Since there's no way to retreat, all we can do is take stock of what we have left.

Based on his lingering instincts, he should be proficient in the top-tier swordsmanship and fire release techniques of the Uchiha school. As for his Mangekyou Sharingan, which was only vaguely mentioned in the original work…

Izuna tried to mobilize his chakra to touch that eye power, but the next second, a violent dizziness suddenly came from deep in his brain, as if someone had hit him hard on the back of the head with a blunt object.

My eyes were sore and swollen, and a flash of red light appeared in my vision. The three-tomoe pattern was spinning wildly, but it was like a stuck gear that could not mesh into the shape of the kaleidoscope.

In short, with only two days of practice, this body simply cannot unleash its full potential.

If, under these circumstances, Susanoo cannot be used for defense in battle.

Therefore, the only strategy to deal with Tobirama is to start with basic ninjutsu and taijutsu.

Taking a deep breath, Izuna opened his ninja tool bag, the cool metallic touch calming him down a bit.

After checking all his shuriken, kunai, and explosive tags, he finally drew his sword.

Standing up, Izuna casually brushed off a few bits of grass that clung to his clothes, gripped his sword in his right hand, and assumed a ready-to-go stance with his body slightly lowered.

The two-day forced march seemed to be just a warm-up for his body. Apart from his legs feeling no soreness and his lower body remaining as stable as a rock, he didn't really know what level of strength he had at the moment.

In this heavily guarded camp, and in the dead of night, it was clearly not appropriate to attempt a fire escape technique that would cause too much noise.

"Then... let's practice with swordsmanship first."

The hilt of the knife in his hand was solid and finely textured. Its weight did not make it feel heavy; instead, it felt like a piece of hard bone extending out of his body, resonating with his breathing.

The wrist suddenly flipped.

Clang—!

With a sharp, piercing whistle, the gleaming blade twirled beautifully in mid-air before coming to a steady stop beside him.

Immediately afterwards, his steps naturally shifted, and he moved forward like a silent ghost in the night.

Without any fancy build-up, he relied entirely on the sudden burst of power from his waist and abdomen to propel the longsword in a sweeping motion.

"Whoosh—"

The blade sliced ​​through the air with an extremely faint yet chilling sound.

A perfect silver fan suddenly bloomed in the darkness, then instantly vanished.

Great!

Izuna was secretly amazed.

Thanks to the original owner's years of diligent study and practice, a set of muscle memory techniques had already been formed, which enabled him to master most of the moves of this body the moment he transmigrated.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and relief.

Otherwise, he would have to lose all his dignity tomorrow, and even if he had to feign illness and roll around on the ground, he would stay in the camp and dare not take another step toward the battlefield.

After all, Tobirama could very well take away his life, which he had just been given a second chance at.

Before sheathing his sword, he couldn't help but take one last look at the object to which he had entrusted his life by the moonlight.

What Izuna wielded was naturally an unparalleled sword.

The blade is long and slightly curved, its entire body gleaming with a cold, frosty light. The cloud patterns forged at the edge resemble flowing mist, shifting unpredictably under the moonlight.

The blade was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting a handsome face with eyebrows and eyes that bore a striking resemblance to Sasuke.

Her skin was as white as jade, her hair as black as raven feathers, and her facial features were sharp and delicate.

His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, carrying the stubbornness and arrogance unique to Uchiha.

This is top-tier talent and stunning good looks.

As long as we can survive this chaotic Warring States period, getting anything we want in this world is just a matter of snapping our fingers.

He shook his head inwardly, his thoughts drifting away.

The original work was too lacking in execution.

These numerical oddities should be used to their fullest potential.