Traveling through time and becoming the Uchiha clan in Naruto should have been something worth celebrating.
But my white hair has been regarded as an "ominous sign" by my tribe since I was born.
My parents died young and no one came close to me. Even the elders at the clan meeting openly called me a "foreigner with doubtful blood".
In the 60th year of Konoha, when I was nine years old, I witnessed two clan elders fighting each other for the secret of the Kaleidoscope on a full moon night.
At that moment, my eyes burned - the Mangekyō Sharingan awakened.
But this power is not a gift, but a curse.
Every time I activate the pupil technique, my body turns into cold stone. Starting from the fingertips, moving slowly and irreversibly towards death.
I don't want to die.
In order to survive, I sneaked into the Forbidden Library, taught myself medical ninjutsu, and even made a dangerous deal with Orochimaru, one of the legendary three ninjas - using my Sharingan data in exchange for his forbidden knowledge about "existence" and "Yang Escape".
On this thorny road of survival, I met the equally lonely Uchiha Itachi.
He said to me: "Because we are the same kind."
But three months later, the countdown to the night of genocide will reach zero.
Under the bloody moonlight, how will I choose?
Should he die silently as a stone in an unknown corner, or should he burn this broken body and become the first domino that changes his destiny?
This is a story about "living".
It was also the last three years of Uchiha's "monster" racing against fate.
