From the night of genocide, marching towards the strongest.

From the night of genocide, marching towards the strongest.

Author: Southern Warm Breeze (by a person from the past)

Summary:

He transmigrated into the world of Naruto as Uchiha Sasuke, the protagonist of the night of the massacre of his clan.

There is no system, no cheat codes.

Only through foresight and ingenious calculation could he devise the Mangekyou Sharingan on the night of the massacre, step by step, to become the strongest in the ninja world!

Chapter 1 Prologue: The Night of the Massacre

July, Konoha Year 56.

As evening fell, the setting sun left an orange glow on the horizon before gradually disappearing, and night enveloped the entire Hidden Leaf Village.

A young child with delicate features, black hair and eyes, fair skin, wearing a black stand-up collar long-sleeved shirt and black shorts, with a mysterious fan pattern printed on his back, slowly walked through the crowd on the street and stopped in front of the Uchiha clan's territory.

Tonight, the Uchiha clan's territory is no longer bustling with people as usual, nor are the lights as bright as before. It is pitch black and deathly still, with a faint smell of blood.

Dark, empty, and eerie!

The pitch-black Uchiha clan territory before them resembled a colossal abyss beast that devoured life!

Under the dim streetlights, the child's shadow appeared incredibly distorted and struggling. A complex look flashed in the child's eyes as he touched the pouch at his waist, as if there was something inside that reassured him. Then, without saying a word, he slowly stepped into the Uchiha clan's territory as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

That night was bloody! It was cruel! It was dark!

in the night.

Uchiha Itachi walked in a forest outside Konoha Village, his expression seemingly calm, but his eyes flashed with struggle and pain.

"I have some bad news for you, though you probably don't care much about it now!"

A tall, slender, mysterious figure wearing a spiral mask appeared silently to the side.

Upon hearing this, Itachi Uchiha merely glanced at him calmly, without saying a word.

The mysterious man smiled, unconcerned, and said casually, "Your father and mother's eyes are gone. I suspect it was Danzo's doing!"

Uchiha Itachi remained expressionless, as if he had heard something that had nothing to do with him, but his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves!

"Speaking of which, you really went all out on your brother, using Tsukuyomi. Aren't you afraid he'll have a mental breakdown?"

The mysterious man looked at Uchiha Itachi with curiosity, wanting to see if the boy could show a trace of sadness or worry.

Sasuke?

Upon hearing the mysterious man mention his younger brother, Itachi Uchiha recalled his brother's appearance earlier that day.

There was no shouting, no questioning, not even anger.

Faced with constant verbal provocation, I felt only utter calm.

He only let out a painful groan after he launched an attack and used Tsukuyomi.

Today, Uchiha Itachi felt completely unfamiliar with his younger brother, and even felt a little uneasy.

It was as if the person standing in front of him today was not his own brother, but someone else entirely.

Perhaps Sasuke suffered too much trauma and couldn't accept it.

Uchiha Itachi found a reason for his younger brother's change in mind and said, "Let's go, take me to your organization!"

Seeing that Itachi Uchiha remained unmoved, the mysterious man chuckled, shrugged, somewhat disappointed, but said nothing more.

The two disappeared into the night.

Wood Leaf Root Tissue Base.

In the darkness, a Root member knelt on one knee before the elderly man covered in bandages and reported:

"Lord Danzo, Fugaku Uchiha and Mikoto Uchiha's Sharingan have vanished!"

"Ok?"

Danzo frowned.

Could it be that traitor Itachi Uchiha took it?

After all, they are one's own parents, so it's understandable that one wouldn't want others to disrespect them.

"I know, let's go!"

I've already gained a lot of Sharingan today, so losing two pairs doesn't matter.

"Yes!"

One night passed!

The Uchiha clan, one of the two great clans since the founding of Konoha, was massacred, with only an eight-year-old child surviving.

Uchiha Sasuke, son of the Uchiha clan leader!

Apart from him, from infants crying for milk to elderly men with white hair, none survived.

The following day, Konoha announced that Itachi Uchiha was the murderer of his clan and issued an S-rank rogue ninja warrant.

The ninja world was in an uproar!

Two days later, inside Konoha Hospital

Inside the hospital bed, the unconscious toddler slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of confusion before disappearing again.

"you're awake?"

Upon seeing him awake, the nurse rushed over to check on him. After confirming that he was conscious, she gave him a few instructions and then hurriedly left to report the situation to her superiors.

"You're not worth killing... Foolish brother... If you want to kill me... Hate! Abuse! And live a vile life! Run away... and eke out a living!"

That's what his brother in his body said to him.

hehe.....

It's a pity that the soul in this body is no longer your younger brother, Uchiha Itachi!

Sasuke's lips curled into a mocking smile. After the nurse left, he began to examine himself and his surroundings.

The original fitted black stand-up collar long-sleeved shirt and black shorts were replaced with loose and comfortable striped hospital gowns. The veins in her left hand were also receiving a steady stream of fluids and nutrients through something similar to a glucose injection.

Sasuke simply glanced at himself before focusing his gaze on the table next to the hospital bed, or rather, on the items on the table.

On the table were the clothes he wore before he lost consciousness, along with his waist bag and backpack, all neatly arranged together.

Seeing this, Sasuke seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and calmly withdrew his gaze, transforming into a gloomy and slightly dazed expression.

If someone had observed Sasuke closely just now, they would have noticed that his gaze lingered on his waist pouch for significantly more time.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a white Hokage robe, a red ninja outfit underneath, and a Hokage hat, walked in.

"Sasuke, how are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?"

The white-haired old man asked with a kind and concerned tone.

Faced with the old man's question, Sasuke remained silent, not even glancing at him, continuing to look gloomy and dazed.

He knew that any response he made would be superfluous.

He survived because of his nominally traitorous older brother. As long as his brother was still alive, he could survive whether he shouted or remained silent.

Otherwise, even if he knelt down and begged the person in front of him, he wouldn't survive.

Moreover, this performance is very much in line with his current state and experience!

Seeing this, the white-haired old man sighed, not thinking much of it, assuming that the child was unable to accept the sudden change.

"Sasuke, you should rest well. The village will take care of you."

Turning his head, the white-haired old man spoke softly to the nurse beside him, "Take good care of him!"

"Yes, Third Generation Master!" the nurse replied quickly.

The Third Hokage glanced deeply at Sasuke, who remained silent on the sickbed, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes. His already short and frail body appeared even more hunched over with age. He sighed and then slowly walked away.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the boy lying in the hospital bed never once looked at him.

One day later.

Sasuke changed into his own clothes, carried his schoolbag, and walked down the street, completely ignoring the surprised and even pitying looks from passersby. He slowly walked towards the Uchiha clan's territory at the edge of the village. Only after Sasuke had gone far away did the crowd begin to murmur among themselves.

"Have you heard? I never imagined that such a terrible thing would happen to the Uchiha clan."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a pointed face and dressed like a street vendor; his words carried a hint of schadenfreude.

The middle-aged woman standing nearby, oblivious to the man's gloating, nodded and sighed.

"Such a large Uchiha clan was wiped out, it's so cruel. Poor little Sasuke... And who did such a thing...?"

At this point, the middle-aged woman fell silent, seemingly reluctant to speak, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue ultimately turned into a long sigh.

Entering the Uchiha clan's territory and passing through the empty houses, Sasuke arrived at his home.

After preparing a simple meal, Sasuke sat on the tatami mat in the living room without saying a word.

This place had been cleaned up before, but you could still faintly smell the stench of blood. His parents died here.

Sasuke sat there for half a day, from the afternoon until the early hours of the morning, before finally getting up and heading to his room.

Entering the room, Sasuke walked to the bedside table and opened the pouch on it.

Inside the not-too-big-to-small waist bag was a metal heart-shaped bento box. After a moment of silence, Sasuke took the bento box out and placed it aside, revealing various scrolls of different sizes underneath it.

Sasuke took out a scroll and opened it. As soon as he opened the scroll, a tiny, almost imperceptible black hair slowly fell to the ground.

Upon seeing the thin strand of hair, Sasuke's eyes flickered slightly, but he was completely relieved and continued to open the scroll.

He saw rows of mysterious runes written on the scroll. He skipped over the first few that read "medicine," "weapon," "silk," and "kunai," and placed his hand on the third-to-last place on the scroll that read "sword," then infused it with chakra.

With a bang and a cloud of smoke, Sasuke found himself holding a Uchiha-style single-edged katana. He stroked the katana as if it were a lover, then focused his gaze on the hilt, twisted it with his left hand, and opened the hilt cap.

The knife handle, which should have been solid, had somehow become hollow, and inside was a glass bottle the size of a test tube.

The glass bottle was filled with a mysterious transparent liquid, and two pairs of blood-red eyes floated inside.

One pair features three black magatama shapes, while the other pair has a three-sided curved pattern with three black dots adorning it, making it look incredibly dazzling, beautiful, and mysterious!