In the year 47 of Konoha, a scholar of history transmigrates into the body of Mirror River, a seven-year-old member of the Uchiha Clan.
No System, no cheat, no golden finger. Just a hazy memory of the plot and the mind of an adult.
Nine years remain until the night of the massacre.
He met Shisui, the boy who used to peek at him over the fence, who would become “Body Flicker Shisui,” and later leap into the Naka River. He met Obito, the gap-toothed dead-last who would become a “hero,” and later put on a mask. He met Kakashi, the genius who was cold as ice at the age of five, who would later lose everyone.
He also saw his father’s silent back, his mother sewing by lamplight, his cousin Yueyi reaching out her little hand, and his grandfather saying beneath the oil lamp, “Madara Uchiha is still alive.”
He knows how everyone’s story ends. But can he change it?
No.
All he can do, in this era of conflict between clan and village, ideals and reality, is seek a third path in his own way. Not martyrdom, not revenge, but ensuring that the Uchiha bloodline, even if only a few of them, lives to see tomorrow’s sun.
This is a story without a golden finger. The protagonist isn’t strong, arrogant, or putting on an act. In a Konoha rife with undercurrents, he simply trains, observes, and weaves a web. In that web are Shisui, Obito, Kakashi, Rin, and the little girl who calls him “big brother.”
Nine years from now, who will survive? And who will have to die?
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