There was a person who, at a young age, saw his entire clan inexplicably destroyed by external enemies... It was said the reason for their annihilation was that his clansmen possessed beautiful red eyes, like gemstones.
This survivor lived his entire life trapped in anguish. From then on, his life's purpose became retrieving his clan's eyes and seeking revenge.
He had a pair of black pupils that only turned red when his emotions were agitated or when facing enemies, and those red eyes would comprehensively enhance all his abilities.
His growth rate was extremely rapid—he could tackle world-class challenges almost as soon as he learned his special abilities.
His personality seemed cold but was gentle inside, rational yet emotional, tenacious to the point of stubbornness, willful to the point of being dictatorial. His combat intelligence and battlefield adaptability far exceeded normal standards. He possessed certain leadership qualities that inspired confidence, kept all emotions buried deep within, bore all pressure alone without ever speaking of it, valued friendship deeply yet seemed indifferent when friends were gravely wounded and dying...
In the end, he would meet his fate on a ship sailing toward distant shores.
So who was this person?
Hard to say, but Yūshin had someone with an almost identical character profile standing before him.
Next, as if remembering something, Yūshin quickly approached the dazed Uchiha Sasuke and delivered a resounding slap with his full arm strength.
When people are vulnerable, they're easily intoxicated, and easily knocked unconscious by others. In any case, the dazed Uchiha Sasuke completely passed out.
Of course, Yūshin wasn't simply being violent—even if he disliked Uchiha Clan, he wouldn't go that far.
After Uchiha Sasuke took the slap, he instinctively lunged forward, but Yūshin pressed one hand against his back, and soon four white, fluffy things were forced out of his body.
One, two, three—only three. Sasuke wasn't yet at his peak period when he could be "pregnant with six."
"Where is this..."
Yūshin struck swiftly with his blade, directly eliminating two of them. No need to think—these White Zetsu were all later mass-produced versions from Gedo Statue, basically useless to him.
The old mother was too withered, insufficient milk, raising only inferior White Zetsu.
"What year did you come from?"
Yūshin tried to extract some intelligence from White Zetsu, but this thing was quite temperamental. Although it wanted to transmit the intelligence that it had experienced a space-time crossing, with no knowledge of era or location, where could it transmit intelligence to?
After revealing the ability to sense White Zetsu, there were no longer any White Zetsu around The Fireflies organization.
This mass-produced White Zetsu from the future could at least confirm that the person before it was still a ninja.
Unable to transmit intelligence, it could at least prevent its own intelligence from leaking. So this White Zetsu's vital signs instantly ceased, and its body began slowly dissolving into some kind of mucus.
Yūshin frowned. Things had come to this point—to prevent White Zetsu from dying incompletely, he could only help by twisting off its head.
The situation was sudden. He had to prevent future White Zetsu from leaking intelligence in this era at the fastest speed possible, so he could only act this way.
Yūshin hadn't had time to transform into White Zetsu himself; otherwise, he could have deceived and ambushed to extract some information from White Zetsu.
Fortunately, there was still someone else he could question.
Yūshin looked at Uchiha Sasuke sleeping like a baby and couldn't help frowning.
Temporarily letting him continue sleeping, Yūshin said to Little Shichi not far away:
"Little Shichi, the Sharingan..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the Sharingan in Little Shichi's eye sockets roll upward and hide away, replaced by its own fox eyes.
Yūshin: "..."
Damn, you can hide the Sharingan—can you also turn it off? Isn't that much stronger than Kakashi?
So was Little Shichi really just a fox?
But regardless of Little Shichi's origins, it clearly had no intention of returning Shichimi's eyes. Yūshin wasn't coveting the power to traverse space-time—at this moment, he was actually thinking that at least Little Shichi shouldn't be allowed to use this power freely... Never mind the species issue, at the very least Little Shichi's brain was no different from an ordinary fox's brain.
By animal standards, Little Shichi was very smart. By human standards, its casual use of Mangekyō Sharingan would only bring big trouble.
After pulling off such a big stunt, Little Shichi directly transformed into a puff of white smoke and disappeared, leaving the remaining mess for Yūshin to clean up.
"At least don't use dōjutsu recklessly anymore." Yūshin gave this instruction, but the disappeared Little Shichi couldn't possibly hear it.
Well, logically speaking, Little Shichi indeed had more right to possess these eyes. Could Yūshin really forcibly snatch them?
Little Shichi could terminate summoning and even hide in space-time...
Yūshin tried summoning Little Shichi, but found the white fox didn't respond.
He had a bad premonition. He now had to help Little Shichi clean up this mess, and more tragically, he might face even more messes in the future.
In any case, first clean up White Zetsu's corpse.
Yūshin returned to camp, brought several case files, a blanket, and an oil lamp, then fully returned to the forest depths.
He spread the blanket on a tree stump, hung the oil lamp on a nearby tree, then took the case files and began overtime work... Well, the things he brought were naturally for his own use—what else? The night moisture was quite heavy.
Yūshin had very kindly helped Uchiha Sasuke eliminate the negative physical effects brought by space-time confusion—dizziness, nausea, weakness throughout the body, and other aftereffects would all recover after sleeping.
In the latter half of the night, Uchiha Sasuke, who had been lying on the damp, rotting leaf litter of the forest floor, suddenly shuddered. After his limbs twitched a few times, he instantly regained consciousness and quickly stood up.
His head didn't seem so dizzy anymore, but for some unknown reason, his left cheek felt quite swollen and painful, and his teeth seemed somewhat loose...
Yūshin naturally kept constant attention on his movements. Actually, he had been thinking about a question: if he could live to the later era, what would his view of Uchiha be?
Then he discovered he probably wouldn't care about Uchiha Clan at all.
Not to mention this moment—if not for certain concerns, he would definitely launch retaliatory action against Uchiha Clan. Just considering "years of service," by the post-Konoha era, he basically couldn't possibly interfere in Konoha affairs.
Yūshin couldn't possibly fight from before Konoha's founding all the way to the Fourth Shinobi World War, right? Although he didn't yet know Konoha's specific founding time, with Madara and Hashirama here, by the time Black Zetsu was abnormally active in that future world, Yūshin might already be a hundred years old.
Still not retiring at a hundred? Honestly, that would be somewhat ridiculous.
Of course, the greater possibility was that long before the post-Konoha era, Yūshin would either have a fulfilling life and log off, or have a regretful life and be buried.
Thinking this way, Uchiha Sasuke wearing Akatsuki's uniform didn't seem problematic either.
"Who are you?"
Uchiha Sasuke looked at the young man under the dim oil lamp in the distance, not knowing whether he was reading or daydreaming, and asked coldly.
He was different from ordinary ninja. If ordinary ninja were suddenly thrown into a completely unfamiliar environment and saw completely unfamiliar people, they would at least put their hands on their weapons when speaking.
But Uchiha Sasuke was very confident. He just stood with his hands at his sides, seeming to think the person before him posed no threat.
Theoretically, his expression should have been very aloof, but in reality, the more he kept a straight face, the more comical he looked... Someone with a swollen face couldn't pull off aloofness.
"You regained consciousness faster than I expected." Yūshin glanced at his face, then touched his own nose and silently looked away.
"Answer my question."
"My name is Yūshin. Have you heard of me?"
"Yūshin?"
Uchiha Sasuke seemed to have heard this name before. He had some impression but couldn't remember clearly.
Although he was an excellent graduate of ninja academy, with his personality, he would never waste energy studying Shinobi World or Konoha history... By analogy, he wasn't the type to read "history books," at most occasionally catching "dramatized history" short videos.
Someone had explained some historical figures to him, but he hadn't remembered.
Seeing his reaction, Yūshin felt he might indeed have died quite early—possibly in battle, possibly his lifespan wasn't as long as imagined... Yūshin had always been quite accepting of theories like "chakra poison"—to gain extraordinary power, one must always pay some price.
Even if ninja don't die in battle, their general natural lifespan isn't long either.
So Yūshin changed his question: "Then have you heard of The Fireflies organization?"
"I'm from Konoha origins. I wouldn't be unaware of 'Fireflies'."
Fireflies and Konoha—there really wasn't much to say about this. Thinking about Yūshin's previous "first-rate daimyō, second-rate ninja" rhetoric to Shimizu Kiyosuke, you'd know Yūshin had already made certain decisions... He couldn't contend with this era's protagonists and could only become a supporting character.
Become someone like Ashura? This was excessive expectation and unnecessary expectation. The chaotic times were already approaching their end anyway, because this era had its own Ashura.
"How so?"
"Fireflies is a core faction within Konoha. They often call themselves 'the true Konoha' or 'Konoha within Konoha.' Many others also believe they are indeed the true 'Hidden Leaf'... Why are you asking about this?"
Uchiha Sasuke felt somewhat strange. For some unknown reason, he was actually answering the other party's questions honestly.
"Simply put, this is an era when Konoha hasn't yet formed but Fireflies has already formed." Yūshin said.
The information content in this sentence somewhat exceeded Uchiha Sasuke's brain processing capacity. He didn't even notice Yūshin's incredibly smooth and natural reference to "Konoha."
"Wha... what do you mean? Your words aren't clear enough."
Yūshin had to use a more explicit explanation for him:
"This is the era when Uchiha Madara is active."
"Uchiha... Madara."
Looking at his expression, he seemed to have already encountered "Madara." Yūshin, according to his understanding, felt this Uchiha Sasuke should be Sasuke from after ending the "brothers' battle" to before the "capture Eight-Tails jinchūriki mission."
Of course, future events couldn't possibly be exactly the same as Yūshin's knowledge.
But generally speaking, Uchiha Sasuke might be experiencing the most hated and despised period of his life, and this period had been forcibly interrupted.
"Yes, someone used a summoning technique that crossed timelines, summoning you from the future to this era."
Yūshin was still quite good to Little Shichi—at this moment, he was diligently cleaning up after it.
Uchiha Sasuke's first reaction was disbelief. Joking aside, who would believe such an absurd thing, let alone when it happened to oneself?
"Find it incredible? A ninja like you should have more faith in Sharingan's power."
Well, disbelief was normal, but Yūshin still kindly reminded him:
"Whatever you're doing, believe me, those things are no longer important."
But Sasuke's focus was different. He asked:
"You can tell I'm from Uchiha Clan?"
Yūshin first smiled without speaking, then remembered there was another key question he hadn't asked:
"What should I call you?"
"I..."
Sasuke thought about it and felt there was no necessity to hide his name, so he said:
"I am Uchiha Sasuke."
"Then, Uchiha Sasuke, have you heard of a historical figure named Uchiha Sasuke?"
"No, I don't know of any historical figure with the same name as me."
"Then the only Sasuke in this era, the true Sasuke, is still Sarutobi Sasuke... From now on, when you act in the Shinobi World, you'd better be able to hide your identity."
"Why?"
Although he didn't believe the absurd topic of timeline summoning, this suggestion about hiding his identity immediately made Uchiha Sasuke question it.
Yūshin looked into Uchiha Sasuke's eyes, feeling they were as clear as a college student who hadn't left campus.
"Because there is Uchiha Sasuke in this era, but Uchiha Sasuke's name wasn't passed down in later history. This means either you changed your appearance and identity, or you quickly died in some corner of the Shinobi World... Which of these two possibilities do you think is greater?"
"According to your explanation, I was summoned to this era by Sharingan, so can't you send me back?"
Sasuke still had many important things to do. At this time, his mind was very confused, so he hadn't thought about changing history and such—he just wanted to return to his own era.
"Huh? You're asking me? I'm neither the person who performed the summoning nor the person who was summoned—how would I know?"
Yūshin thought: You want to leave after coming? I wanted to leave this era after arriving too, but could I?
No matter how you think about it, this kind of summoning should be one-way. Little Shichi is just a fox—expecting it to understand pickup and delivery service?
Sasuke was just a young person. His mind seemed to contain nothing but fighting and killing, so Yūshin obtained very limited intelligence from him and wouldn't reveal too much information to him either.
You don't even know when I died—what use are you?
Yūshin packed up his things, carrying the oil lamp and preparing to leave.
After passing Uchiha Sasuke, who was still standing there thinking, he stopped and said:
"You can come with me first."
Sasuke thought about it and silently followed behind Yūshin.
After walking forward for some distance, he just felt his mouth was bitter, so...
Heh, ptui.
His mouth felt much more refreshed, but two teeth were spat onto the ground.
Yūshin frowned and looked back at him.
Spitting randomly? That's somewhat uncivilized.
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