[The Konoha ANBU codename “Crow,” the Uchiha's final mask]
I am Uchiha Jing, the sharpest blade in Konoha's ANBU and the pawn the Root organization watches most warily.
After transmigrating here, I opened my eyes to a dead end. In one year, my clan would be wiped out, leaving rivers of blood. In five years, my best friend's son would turn his blade against me. And the entire world would meet its end in a dream of eternal recurrence.
They called me Konoha's watchdog. They saw the Uchiha as a tumor that had to be cut out.
But no one knew that in countless dreams stained red with blood, I had already witnessed every possible future.
So, with 365 days left until the night of the massacre, I set a game in motion, wagering everything on fate.
· For my clan, I presented a “reform plan” and personally sent the hardliners to prison.
· For the village leadership, I offered my “loyalty,” trading top-secret intelligence for one ANBU badge after another.
· For the boy destined to destroy everything, I taught him everything I knew, just to plant a seed called “doubt” in his hatred.
When Obito's Sharingan warped within Kamui, when Itachi raised his blade beneath the moonlight, when Danzo's scheme was about to succeed
I finally revealed my last card.
“Kotoamatsukami.”
This was not to control anyone's will.
It was to give every tragedy already written a chance to tear up the script.
Many years later, at the Valley of the End.
Sasuke, now a rogue ninja, pointed his sword at my throat. His Mangekyo eyes were as red as blood. “Uchiha Jing, pay for our clan with your life.”
Behind me stood the three hundred members of the Uchiha Red Army, whom I had saved with genjutsu and a staged death. Before me stood the son of an old friend, sworn to destroy Konoha.
