[I originally wanted to write a story where everyone ships the couples while the couples themselves are off doing their own thing. Then I completely let my imagination run wild. Don't ask. It's just Uchiha-style family love.]
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[The Jujutsu world has gained a new batch of ninjas who grind themselves to the bone in a 24/7 work culture]
[Supernatural powers + detective work: Do all the organization's top brass like the same shade of red contacts, on top of wearing black?]
[During the Fourth War, Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto stepped in front of Yakushi Kabuto, their faces full of apology. "Sorry, Sasuke. The clan leader has accepted Her Highness Kaguya's commission this time."]
On the night of the massacre, I died in my lover's arms. He tried to shield me from a fatal slash with his body, but we were both run through.
I died.
But my consciousness remained alive. I desperately chased after the killer's retreating figure, watching him cruelly slaughter every Uchiha I knew, and those I didn't. He didn't even spare the children too young to understand what was happening.
I hated him so much, but the dead cannot cry.
So I just followed him. At the very least, I wanted to know who my enemy was.
But he moved too quickly, as fast as the slash that had taken my life.
All I could do was watch the flash of silver light take countless lives. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see his face.
I saw him enter the clan leader's residence.
He was crying so loudly.
I laughed like a madwoman, too.
What was that? So even this lunatic could cry.
Later, I saw him spare the clan leader's youngest son. I watched him threaten the higher-ups into protecting that child, clearing his path with the clan's brutal deaths and a loyalty that was little more than an expedient lie.
I still couldn't see his face.
Just like in this dog-eat-dog world, I was too weak, so I was at everyone else's mercy. I was too weak, so the one who lived was the executioner's younger brother, not my infant son.
I accepted my fate, but my heart was still filled with resentment and injustice.
In that golden sea of flowers, I saw countless dark shadows howl in defiance. We raised our heads, and our blood-red Sharingan shone with terrifying brightness.
I was reborn. I returned to the night of the massacre, my hand still resting on the edge of the cradle as I gently rocked it. Then I saw my husband rush from the living room next door into the bedroom and seize me in his arms as if he had found me again after losing me.
We held each other tightly, tears of blood streaming from eyes cursed by the Uchiha.
In the small mirror on the dresser, I saw my husband's eyes: the same three-tomoe Sharingan as mine.
"One day, the Uchiha will surely be wiped out."
Two clan leaders had predicted it, but they had let a false peace blind them.
They were the ones who abandoned the clan leader first, yet Clan Leader Qinghe still left a miracle behind for the Konoha Uchiha, who were walking into their own destruction: a chance to return to the past and rewrite everything.
They returned to the time before the massacre, when the sky had not yet grown completely dark and the crows had not yet flown up onto the telephone poles.
The Uchiha walked out of their homes and saw the same Sharingan and world-consuming hatred in one another's eyes.
"The Uchiha clan gains the strength to protect everything whenever they receive love and then lose it."
"After dying horribly, seeing a happy version of yourself in a neighboring timeline must make them even more resentful. If I then give them a chance to return to the past and rewrite their tragedy, they'll become invincible blades in my hands."
"But wouldn't it be a waste to use a time-reversal item here?"
"Maybe the future is only an illusion that's almost real?"
"True enough. The unreal and the real have always been inseparable."
This is probably a story about a Warring States-era Uchiha clan leader who uses iron-fisted methods to teach the younger generation, then simply leads the whole clan away from the ninja world and turns them into interstellar mercenaries.
Draft in progress
Theme: The most important thing in life is to have fun~
When I saw the stubbornly raised hair in front of me, I guessed that this was Izuna. When I saw that he kept looking at Qinghe, I became sure. Who else could recognize Qingwa and stare at her when he came back like him and Madara. Even as an audience, I can feel this wonderful feeling.
Isn't it possible for a big beautiful cat to look at his handsome face every day and not have a high level of facial resistance?! 🐶
Tobirama: I propose to establish a new era ninjutsu patent protection system to severely crack down on ninjutsu patent infringements, protect the rights and interests of ninjutsu inventors, and provide institutional guarantees for building a strong ninjutsu village in the new era!!!!!!
Can we still wait for an update? 🥺
The previous Hokage's proposal to veto the current Hokage's veto power was vetoed by the current Hokage with one vote [covering face and peeking]
Come to life! My Izuna! (Beaten)
The wind that misses you still blows to Konoha (bushi) Alas, frustrated big cat TAT
Yes, why do you like it so much? Because it's your Uchiha family's stray cat.
When will you be back? [Hands together]
World history written by foreigners summarizes the historical significance of the Umayyad Dynasty. One of the items "prevented the external expansion of the Tang Dynasty" shows how overbearing we are in the eyes of outsiders [Caigou]