We'll Be Done for If We Keep Fighting with Our Secret Identities

(The two secret identities have roughly equal screen time in the early chapters. All pairings / Secret identity story / Love polygon / Instance-based progression / A touch of selfcest / Love and hate / Love turning to hatred / Ensemble cast / Comedy)

Shisaki thought she was following a political intrigue script.

A Senju for her main identity, an Uchiha for her secret identity, seamlessly switching between the two. She was playing mind games with herself. She thought her two halves arguing with each other was as bad as it could get.

Until [Four Gods' Procession: Instance Begins]

In the darkness, warm breath drew close. Her opponent was cold and merciless, yet also the only confidant who could understand her plans. The silver-haired man with red eyes lowered his gaze to her, killing intent and admiration reflected together in his eyes.

We were born enemies, yet deep in our souls, we are each other's reflection.

"What a shame we weren't born into the same clan."

After the instance, Shisaki got a chance to create a new secret identity. On a whim, she made a new one: a deranged ruler, with off-the-charts strength and intelligence, but a screw loose.

[Deranged Ruler: Affection MAX (Abnormally Locked)]

"If you don't love me, I'll tear the entire Warring States apart." So declared the ruler, madly in love with the creator of his world.

Shisaki was exasperated. "...Go back and stay put."

But the secret identity had stopped obeying her. Usurping the throne, fighting for supremacy, wagering the world.

[Life Is a Play: Instance Begins]

The lights blazed on. The curtain rose.

A group of people were forcibly dragged onto the stage.

The rules were vicious: the spotlight chased people around, and whoever it shone on had to act. If they acted badly, the audience deducted points and the instance's difficulty shot up on the spot. If they did well, the audience cheered, but the next scene's lines were even more embarrassing.

Some were delighted, others miserable.

The Uchiha clan leader, forced to sing about the injustice of fate in an operatic aria, looked as dark as a pot. Madara ground out, "When this is over, I'll personally crush the person who wrote these lines, the one who staged this play, and the mastermind doing the scoring, one by one!"

Hashirama was having the time of his life. "Hahahaha! I don't really understand why we have to act out this weird stuff, but it's fun being with everyone! Remember to invite me next time!"

Tobirama's gaze was dead. "Boring, childish, and a waste of time. Why should I cooperate with this?"

Izuna smiled. "Because if you don't, you'll die."

The two carefree secret identities squeezed in on either side of Shisaki, eagerly asking for cuddles.

Shisaki clutched her head and broke down. "Who designed this instance? You guys, get a grip!!!"

[Century Reconstruction: Instance Begins]

Memories were altered and identities reset. She was a commoner, he was a wandering ninja, he was a samurai, he was a childhood friend... Everyone forgot who they were, and only she remembered. And in this topsy-turvy world, it wasn't just their identities that were reversed.

Tobirama clutched his heart. The first time he saw Shisaki, his heart rate shot to 180. The wariness of sworn enemies, blade against blade, was misread by his brain as a sudden flutter of the heart.

Tobirama: "Have we met before?"

Shisaki shook her head like a rattle drum. "No. You're just having a heart attack."

Nonexistent memories multiplied wildly. Hashirama was convinced that he had grown up alongside Shisaki as her childhood friend. "It's okay, even if you've forgotten! We'll always be together, right?"

Shisaki: "As if!"

Shisaki decided not to wait for all these amnesiacs to return to normal. She explored the map alone, gathering information wherever she could, only to run into her dear clan leader around a corner.

Madara, dressed as a samurai, was always quietly watching her from the shadows. His gaze held confusion and possessiveness, though he hadn't noticed it himself.

Shisaki kept exploring the map, only to step into the black market and nearly get bundled up and sold. Just as she was about to flip the table, Izuna pulled her out of the hands of the traffickers.

The young man approached with a smile, sincerity written across his handsome face. "Big sister, do you believe in love at first sight?"

Shisaki shook her head. "No... Hey, wait! Put down that sack first! I'm not going to run!"

Meanwhile, the secret identities had lost their memories and were behaving more and more deranged. "There's no mistaking it. You're the other half / master I've been searching for."

Shisaki looked up at the sky. "..."

[The Reversed Moon: Instance Begins]

Their parallel-world counterparts had arrived too. The originals were light, and the reversed versions were shadows. The desires they'd repressed and the obsessions they'd hidden were laid bare before their other selves.

The gentle became obsessive, the restrained became deranged, and the devoted became possessive and twisted.

One person, yet their love was completely different.

Every "him" coveted the same person.

When the most familiar people look at you with the strangest eyes...

The love polygon begins!

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[Other instances are still being planned.]

Notes:

1. The female lead isn't a good person in the traditional sense. She uses people's feelings to get what she wants. She has principles, but she'll "adjust" them depending on the situation.

2. The sickly character stays sickly. She's frail from beginning to end. There is no sudden recovery or awakening of a powerful constitution.

Theme: It's just a love polygon. We can handle it... probably.