Day 50
Land of Waves
You reached the Land of Waves without any trouble.
No suspense.
No dramatic buildup.
You went there for one reason, and one reason only — to eliminate Gato.
When you finally encountered him, he didn't fight back.
He didn't beg.
He didn't scream.
He didn't even get a chance to react properly.
You killed him.
Simple.
Clean.
Efficient.
A straightforward mission completed, nothing more.
His wealth — stacked in crates, locked in chests, hidden behind walls — you didn't touch. You looked at it once, decided it wasn't worth carrying or worrying about, and left it as it was.
If the villagers found it, good.
If it rotted away, that was fine too.
Either way, it wasn't your concern.
You walked out of the Land of Waves the same way you entered:
Calm, steady, unbothered.
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Day 90
Land of Hot Water
You continued your long-term task: gathering intelligence around the boundary between the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning.
The Cloud's movements had changed.
They were sending patrols in unusual directions.
More messengers were moving at night.
And their border units were rotating faster than before.
The patterns weren't random.
Something was building.
You took notes.
You mapped routes.
You listened to whispers at inns, checkpoints, and roadside guild posts.
And slowly, a picture formed:
The Hidden Cloud was preparing for something big.
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Day 110
When Kakashi finally found you again, he spoke quietly.
"The Fourth Great Ninja War… might start in a few years."
You froze.
There was no such war in the original timeline you remembered.
This wasn't part of any storyline you knew.
Your existence…
Your actions…
Your butterfly effects…
They were shifting history on a scale far bigger than missions or characters.
You couldn't wrap your head around it.
Why would the entire ninja world begin drifting toward a different future just because you were here?
The thought stayed with you long after Kakashi left.
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Day 250
The news reached the village before sunrise:
Hidden Cloud forces moved near the outer corner of the Hidden Leaf border.
Hostile positioning confirmed.
Diplomatic channels unresponsive.
And just like that, after roughly a decade of uneasy peace…
War between the two nations began again.
Quietly at first.
But clearly.
Unmistakably.
The spark had been lit.
And you were standing right in the middle of the era that had no place in your original world.
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Day 285
It happened on a quiet morning.
A messenger arrived from the main front lines, exhausted, armor stained with soot and blood. He didn't speak much — he only handed a sealed scroll to your unit commander.
Your name was called.
You didn't expect anything unusual.
War brought reports every day.
Losses, movements, orders… nothing new.
But when you opened the scroll and saw the first line—
"Your father and several Uchiha clansmen along with other Konoha ninjas have fallen in battle."
Your mind went blank.
Not shock.
Not disbelief.
Just empty.
For a long moment you simply stood there, staring at the ink.
Then something inside you shifted — a heavy, irreversible pull.
That night, under a pale moon, your Sharingan changed.
Three tomoe, all at once.
Not only from grief… but from something far uglier.
Guilt.
Because every time you thought about your father's death, you could only think of one thing:
"This war shouldn't exist.
Not like this.
Not between nations.
Not Leaf vs. Cloud."
In the original world, yes, there was a Fourth Great Ninja War —
but it was against Madara, Obito, the Edo Tensei, and the Ten-Tails…
Not against your own kind.
Not like this.
The more you thought about it, the heavier it became.
During battles, whenever someone fell, you began to hear things.
Not voices from outside.
Voices from inside your mind.
"You killed me."
"This is your fault."
"If you weren't here, this war wouldn't exist."
Every dying ninja felt like a shadow pointing at you.
Your comrades noticed the change —
your silence, your distant eyes, your tense chakra.
But to them, this was just the trauma of a child soldier.
An eleven-year-old plunged into a real war.
To you, it was something deeper.
Something that wouldn't stop tightening around your throat.
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Day 420
Your sword slid through the enemy shinobi's ribs cleanly.
No thrill.
No fear.
Just another strike in the long list.
You stepped back.
He fell.
That was your 300th kill.
A number people older than you never reached in their whole career.
The battlefield around you smelled of ash and metal.
The clouds overhead were heavy, as if watching silently.
You didn't feel pride.
You didn't feel stronger.
You only felt… tired.
Tired of the cycle.
Tired of death.
Tired of hearing the invisible curses echo in the back of your mind.
But there was no time to rest.
Your teammate approached, his face grim.
"There's another village moving.
A small allied outpost near the border," he said.
You knew what that meant:
Another mission.
Another battlefield.
More death.
You simply nodded.
Then you moved — silently, expressionless — toward the next assignment.
Because the war wasn't slowing down.
And neither were you.
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Day 670
The list came to you during evening camp.
A long parchment.
A simple report.
No ceremony.
Just… names.
Yamanaka Ino.
Nara Shikamaru.
Akimichi Chōji.
Nessana Thadogave.
Sarutobi Asuma.
All killed in the battlefields of the Land of Earth.
You stared at the list for a moment.
One breath.
Two.
Then you folded it and put it aside.
You didn't scream.
You didn't cry.
You didn't break anything.
There was nothing left inside you for that.
You were simply… numb.
The deaths weren't shocking anymore.
Not because they weren't tragic,
but because you had already drowned in so many tragedies that the pain no longer reached the surface.
You didn't even feel anger toward the Land of Earth.
Why would you?
You had killed more of them than they had killed of Leaf shinobi.
Your hands were already stained deeper than theirs.
Anger required energy.
Energy you no longer had.
You were just tired.
That night, sitting by a dying fire, you finally confronted something you had ignored until now:
You were inferior.
Not in strength.
Not in ninja skills.
Not in chakra.
But in spirit.
The natives of this world — shinobi born into chaos — were built differently.
They were raised in violence.
Tempered by missions.
Trained to kill.
Taught to accept loss.
Even if war dragged on for decades, they would endure it.
But you?
You came from a peaceful world.
A society where wars happened far away, on television screens, never touching your doorstep.
You grew up in comfort.
Safety.
Stability.
Your biggest worries used to be exams, deadlines, relationships — not survival.
Even after you transmigrated into this world, it was a time of peace.
A time where problems felt manageable, where death was distant.
You never realized how fragile peace was.
How priceless.
And when this war arrived, it hit you harder than any jutsu ever could.
It wasn't a story.
It wasn't a mission.
It wasn't a game.
People were really dying.
People were really bleeding.
You had seen villages burned by bandits dressed as rogue ninjas.
You had seen orphan children digging through trash for scraps of food.
You had seen girls dragged into alleys by beasts in human form.
You had seen families shattered in seconds.
A year of war had shown you more horror than your previous life ever could.
And the worst part?
All this time… you believed it was your fault.
You had come into this world thinking you could fix things.
Save the Uchiha.
Make Konoha stronger.
Prevent tragedies.
Change the story for the better.
But now…
With tens of thousands dead,
villages destroyed,
orphanages overflowing,
and nations at each other's throats…
You couldn't stop asking yourself:
"Was it worth it?"
"If I hadn't interfered… would all these people still be alive?"
You couldn't find an answer.
Because Konoha did grow stronger.
Even the Hokage died… but instead of weakening, the village only grew sharper, colder, united by loss.
So then why?
Why was war happening?
Why did the Hidden Cloud start this conflict despite knowing the retaliation would be devastating?
Why did the world spiral so far away from its original timeline?
You didn't know anymore.
All you knew was this:
The butterfly you became…
had spread wings large enough to change the fate of nations.
And now you were standing in the middle of a storm you no longer understood.
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