Naruto: Traveling Through Time Starting with Seizing the Dragon Vein

Does he hate the Senju clan? Yes, he hates them intensely.

But what he feels even more desperate now is this endless darkness.

"If only there were a place where there was no war, a place where Xiaohua could have a hot meal..."

With this extremely humble hope, Tetsuya, suffering from hunger and cold, gradually drifted into a daze.

The instant he closed his eyes, an extremely subtle chakra, perfectly enveloped by the "Mirror Flower Water Moon" mental fluctuations, silently swept across the entire edge camp.

Even Madara Uchiha, who was resting with his eyes closed in the main tent, only felt that the snowstorm seemed to have paused for a moment tonight, and did not notice anything unusual.

But deep within Tetsuya's consciousness, the world had undergone a dramatic transformation.

……

"This is……"

Tie also suddenly opened his eyes.

The biting cold wind disappeared.

There were no dilapidated wooden houses, no frozen corpses in the snow, and no lingering smell of blood.

He found himself standing on a wide, flat street, not a muddy dirt road, but paved with some kind of extremely hard, clean, smooth stone slabs (cement pavement).

On both sides of the street stand towering, peculiar buildings, with countless intricate metal pipes weaving between them.

"Tetsuya! What are you standing there for? The ramen's getting cold!"

A familiar and cheerful voice came from ahead.

Tie Ye was startled and looked up in disbelief.

In front of a steaming noodle shop not far away, a man dressed in neat casual clothes was waving at him.

That was his dearest friend who had shielded him from a knife on the battlefield and ultimately succumbed to his injuries!

It was also the price he paid to awaken the Sharingan with one tomoe.

"You...you weren't already..." Tetsuya's voice trembled violently.

He looked down and was horrified to find that his empty left leg was perfectly still on the ground!

"Father! Come quick! This thing called a hamburger is so delicious!"

A little girl wearing a pretty padded jacket and with pigtails ran out of the noodle shop, holding a bread roll dripping with rich meat juice in her hand. Her originally pale face was now rosy, radiating the purest happiness she had ever seen in her life.

"Little Flower..."

Tetsuya's tears suddenly welled up and spilled out.

He staggered forward and rushed over, pulling his daughter into a tight embrace.

He looked around and saw more and more incredible sights.

Elderly people dressed in Uchiha clan attire strolled along the street, leisurely playing chess.

There were other ninja children running around, whose ninja tool bags were not filled with kunai for killing, but with colorful candies;

He even saw several Uchiha civilians with no chakra, chatting and laughing with Senju Uzumaki clan ninjas while discussing some kind of mechanical blueprints!

There was no warning, no hatred, no shadow of death.

Is this... heaven?!

Just then, a gentle voice rang in the minds of Tetsuya and all the lower-ranking members of the Uchiha clan who were trapped in this dream.

"This is not a mere illusion, my fellow countrymen."

"This is what peace will look like in the future."

"There, there is no infighting among families based on social status, no endless wars. There is only food and a warm home, your children can run freely in the sunshine, and your family can discuss what to eat tomorrow..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the bustling city before them began to dissipate into specks of light.

"No! Don't go! Let me stay there!"

Tie also desperately reached out his hand, trying to grasp that last glimmer of light.

Chapter 66 If We Had Never Seen Peace

"call-!!!"

Tie also suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly from the wooden bed, and gasped for breath.

The biting cold wind blew in again through the cracks in the wall, making him shiver.

A simple wooden hut, withered yellow hay, and an empty left trouser leg...

That despairing reality once again weighed heavily on him.

Was it all a dream?

Tetsuya sat blankly in the darkness, but his body was trembling violently.

The Uchiha clan is an inherently emotional clan that loves deeply and hates intensely.

Their brains secrete special chakra in response to extreme emotional fluctuations, thus giving rise to the Sharingan.

This destined them to have a stronger and more extreme longing for beautiful things and a greater despair for their loss than any other ninja clan!

Before having that dream, Tetsuya believed that he could silently die in this dark era for Madara-sama and the pride of the Uchiha clan.

That was the fate of the Uchiha ninja.

But now...

Tetsuya's right eye, which originally had only one tomoe, began to spin wildly under the intense surge of emotion.

A streak of crimson blood spread across the whites of his eyes, and then, with a soft "click," the second tomoe condensed amidst this extreme despair and longing!

Two streams of hot tears rolled down Tie Ye's rough cheeks.

He could have endured the darkness of this wartime era…

But having witnessed the life that truly belongs to "humans," and seen Xiaohua's rosy, smiling face, how could he possibly endure this hellish, inhumane place where he could be killed at any moment?!

Just as Tetsuya was about to lose control and go berserk, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something under the threshold of the dilapidated wooden door.

He dragged his crippled leg and slowly walked over.

It was a bag that was wrapped up very tightly.

Iron, his hands trembling, untied the knot.

"Wow..."

Inside lay a small half-bag of crystal-clear, sand-free fine white rice, two bottles of green pills radiating vitality, and a neatly folded red cotton-padded jacket.

At the very top of these supplies was a specially made badge that was neither gold nor wood.

The front of the badge features the Uchiha clan's fan totem.

On the back, the towering steel towers of my dreams are engraved.

"That wasn't a dream...and it shouldn't have been a dream..."

Tie also gripped the badge tightly in his hand.

He turned his head and looked at his daughter, who was still fast asleep.

Without hesitation, he took out the red cotton-padded jacket and wrapped it tightly around Xiaohua's body.

Feeling that real and genuine warmth, Tetsuya's two-tomoe Sharingan eyes shone frighteningly bright in the darkness.

That was a belief that transcended the glory of the Uchiha clan.

"Peace...peace!...peace!!!"

He wasn't the only one. That night, the same supplies and the same badges appeared silently at the doorsteps of dozens of the poorest and most desperate members of the Uchiha clan downstream of the Namka River.

……

The wind and snow had just stopped in the early morning.

The pale blue morning light shone through the cracks in the wooden house.

Uchiha Tetsuya sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the white porridge with its rich aroma of rice bubbling on the brazier, as if in another world.

Wearing her warm red cotton-padded jacket, Xiaohua held a rough porcelain bowl and gulped down the white rice that was like divine nectar to them. Finally, a hint of rosy cheeks appeared on her pale face, befitting her age.

"Father, this rice is so sweet... Can we eat it every day from now on?" Xiaohua looked up, her big eyes full of hope.

Tetsuya's eyes suddenly stung with tears, and he nodded heavily: "Yes! Father swears that he will take you to a place where there is an endless supply of food."

After settling Xiaohua in, Tie also wrapped the supplies delivered yesterday in a tattered gray cloth. The principle of not flaunting wealth was an ironclad rule for survival in the cannibalistic environment of the Warring States period.

He tucked the metal badge engraved with the steel tower close to his chest, leaned on a simple wooden cane, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and walked toward the public well at the edge of the camp.

This is where the lowest-ranking civilians and severely injured ninjas of the Uchiha clan gather every day to fetch water and receive meager rations.

On ordinary days, this place is always filled with a suffocating silence, painful groans, and the occasional outburst of curses over scraps of leftovers.

But today, as Tetsuya limped to the well, he keenly sensed that the atmosphere had changed.

This change is so subtle that it would be impossible to detect without the Sharingan.

It was still the same group of people dressed in tattered clothes, with withered faces.

But that suffocating sense of despair from the past seemed to have been forcibly ripped away by something invisible.

"Cough cough..."

Ahead of Tetsuya is the old Jonin Kenjiro, who has been coughing up blood for years because his lungs were poisoned by other ninja clans in his early years.

But today, Tie also smelled a herbal fragrance on him.

That's... the smell of the pills from that bag last night!

Tie Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Not just Kenshiro.

Tetsuya's gaze swept over Yumi, a widow who was washing clothes not far away. Yumi's husband had died in battle last month, and her eyes had been as numb as still water. But now, as she was washing clothes, her hands were red from the cold, but her movements were full of unusual energy.

Beside Yumi, a piece of brand-new fabric was peeking out from the collar of her four-year-old son.