Haruto dropped down from the trees, landing lightly as his sandals scraped against the dirt. He froze, casting one last glance at the hideout behind him. The place was nothing more than rubble now, torn apart by the clash of Uchiha power.
"I did something wrong…" he muttered under his breath. With a sigh, Haruto slipped into Kyomu, the void of his own making, and retrieved Itachi's eyes.
Without a word, he knelt beside the unconscious Sasuke, carefully placing Itachi's eyes inside a fake clone before vanishing once again into the shadows.
---
Konoha, Namikaze Residence
Haruto lounged across the sofa, his gaze fixed on the lifeless body of Uchiha Itachi lying just a few feet away.
He had killed Itachi himself.
Not out of hatred, not out of vengeance—
—but because of plot.
If Sasuke never obtained the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, the whole "overpowered but still too lazy to move a finger" destiny would unravel. That was unacceptable.
Haruto's Rinnegan pulsed, glowing faintly as he looked at the corpse.
Before death, Itachi's Mangekyō was intact… That means, if he's revived through Edo Tensei, he'll still have it. Peak form before death—that's the rule. But if I use Rinne Rebirth instead…
Haruto fell into silence, then a slow grin stretched across his lips.
"That's the rule… when you don't have this." His Rinnegan gleamed with smug authority.
He threw his head back and laughed, wild and unrestrained.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
From outside, a child walking by clutched their mother's hand.
"Mama, is there a ghost in that house?!"
The woman didn't look back—she just grabbed her child and hurried away.
---
"What I can do here is simple…" Haruto mused, voice dripping with amusement. "Use Rinne Rebirth and bring Itachi back."
He paused theatrically, though no one was there to see it.
"But his eyes won't come back…"
He tilted his head, lips curling.
"But, but, but—if I use my exclusive ability…" His grin widened into madness.
"Eye of Construction. The power to heal anything."
For a moment, his expression went blank.
"…So why was I ever looking for Tsunade in the first place?"
Haruto clapped his hands together, shouting suddenly, "Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
A rush of wind howled through the room, shoving sofas and tables aside until the floor was cleared. A stage for the dead and the living.
He gently lowered Itachi's corpse to the ground, then pressed his palms together. His Rinnegan flared—purple rings burning with divine authority.
Above Konoha, the sun vanished. Clouds rolled in unnaturally, drowning the village in premature night.
Lanterns flickered to life across the streets. Confusion spread.
"How has night fallen before dawn?!" a man shouted.
"You've had too much to drink, idiot!" another barked.
But when they looked up at the darkened sky, their words faltered.
"…But it was daytime…"
---
Back inside, objects around Haruto levitated, caught in invisible currents of power. A wisp of golden chakra drifted down, seeping into Itachi's body.
With a sudden gasp, Itachi sat up, clutching his chest.
"Huff… huff… Where—?"
"Itachi Uchiha," came a familiar voice. Calm, warm… yet undeniably unsettling.
Itachi froze. "Kaz… Haruto?" His voice trembled with confusion.
"Child… you died. A heroic end—protecting your brother until your last breath."
"Is this… hell?"
Haruto chuckled. "Be grateful. You're in neither heaven nor hell. Because if you were…" His grin sharpened. "…a dozen Uchiha would already be waiting for you."
Itachi's cheeks flushed with some strange, uneasy mix of emotions.
Slap!
Haruto smacked his shoulder with exaggerated cheer. "Itachi! You really died, man. That sucked. But oh well—welcome to Life 2.0!"
As Haruto spoke, Itachi instinctively touched his face, then his eyes. They were gone.
"…Your eyes are with Sasuke," Haruto explained casually.
A faint smile touched Itachi's lips. Sasuke won't have to fear blindness…
"Do you want them back?" Haruto teased.
"No. Let my brother have them. I've already died once. That's enough."
"Itachi… I spent a great deal of my life force reviving you."
"…I understand." Itachi turned toward Haruto's voice, expression solemn. "I'll do whatever I can for you."
"Be my shield in battle, then." Haruto's grin returned. Playing with Itachi is so fun.
"I… I've lost my eyes, Haruto-kun."
"Boring!" Haruto snapped his fingers. "Eye of Construction!"
The clouds above split instantly, sunlight blasting through as if the heavens themselves had been torn open.
A green glow spilled from Haruto's eyes, weaving into Itachi's body. The sound of flesh knitting and a heartbeat echoed unnaturally in the quiet room.
"Done healing," Haruto said. "Open your eyes."
Slowly, Itachi opened them. At first, everything was blurry. Then the world sharpened into focus.
"Now… for the moment of truth. Activate your Mangekyō, Itachi."
"…I'll need a moment." Itachi staggered to the washroom, splashing water on his face. Drops echoed.
When he stepped back into the room, his black eyes bled crimson.
Haruto clapped like a delighted child. "Mangekyō! Perfect. Now you'll help me in the coming war."
"…War?" Itachi frowned, unsettled. "You don't seem like the type to start a war."
Haruto leaned forward, grin sharp as a blade. "What if I told you… all five great nations will be united—for a war against Madara?"
Itachi's eyes widened. "…What?"
...
Haruto leaned back, watching as Itachi silently straightened the sofas and tables, his movements calm and meticulous despite the storm of revelations swirling in his head.
"Sit," Haruto said casually, patting the cushion beside him. "Let me explain." His Rinnegan gleamed as Itachi was dragged into a genjutsu
From the bloody days of the Warring States Period to the shinobi system, from the First Great Ninja War all the way to the coming Fourth. His words wove together history and prophecy, painting a future steeped in betrayal, conflict, and the shadow of the Uchiha name.
As Haruto spoke between the genjutsu's images , Itachi's expression shifted again and again—curiosity, sorrow, shock, and finally something harder to define: a strange blend of dread and anticipation.
"…So, he isn't Madara?" Itachi asked at last looking at madara standing on top a cliff—blind, his voice quiet.
Haruto shook his head. "No. He was Uchiha Obito. Teammate of Kakashi Hatake and Rin Nohara."
Itachi frowned. "Obito…?"
"He loved Rin," Haruto continued smoothly. "But Kakashi killed her—by accident. Obito saw it happen from a different perspective. Kakashi awakened the Mangekyō of obito at the same time obito awakened his own too"
" His grief twisted into obsession.Drives him to the absolute plan of 'Eye Of The Moon Project' "
"So… all of this war, all of this destruction…" Itachi's hands clenched into fists. "…because of a single girl?"
Silence stretched between them.
Then Haruto's lips curled. He leaned forward, nudging the hem of Itachi's sleeve.
"Thinking of Izumi, huh?"
"The girl you killed manipulated by hiruzen...quite sorrowfully,right."
Itachi's breath caught. He turned his face away, his expression weren't visible.
Haruto sighed theatrically. "Well… it's not impossible, you know. All I'd need is her DNA and a certain jutsu. Orochimaru should have perfected it by now."
Itachi's eyes narrowed to haruto. "…What jutsu?"
Haruto's grin widened. "Edo Tensei."
---
Meanwhile, Sunagakure
The council chamber was heavy with tension. The desert sun poured through high windows, painting the round table in shades of gold. Three elders—Kankura, Shamon, and Lady Chiyo—sat facing the young Kazekage, Gaara, cloaked in his official robes.
Chiyo's wrinkled hands tapped against the wood. Her voice was stern, measured. "You are right, Kazekage. We cannot ignore this. The Akatsuki have already made four attempts to capture you."
"They grow bolder by the day," Shamon added grimly.
Kankura leaned forward, his tone sharp. "We should seek aid through alliance. But the question remains—whose?"
The room fell silent. Even the desert wind outside seemed to pause.
At last Shamon spoke again, his voice thick with frustration. "Asking for help makes us look like beggars. Sunagakure's reputation would crumble. Are we to be seen as weak by the other nations?"
Chiyo's gaze shifted to Gaara. "Kazekage… what do you think?"
Gaara did not answer immediately. He sat still, eyes closed, weighing each word in his mind. Finally, he spoke, calm but firm.
"…I have friends in Konoha. They will help us."
"Friends?" Chiyo pressed. "May we know their names, Lord Kazekage?"
Gaara's eyes opened, steady and unwavering. "Uzumaki Naruto… the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki."
The elders stiffened, eyes widening. But Gaara was not finished.
"And Uzumaki Haruto… the other Jinchūriki."
"Another?" Shamon demanded, disbelief breaking through his composure.
Gaara nodded once. "The Nine-Tails' power was split in two by a great sealing technique. Haruto bears the other half."
The chamber fell into stunned silence.
At last, Shamon cleared his throat. "…Will they truly aid us, Lord Kazekage?"
Gaara's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Definitely."
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Authors corner
Hello, back in the regime of uploading the chapters! Currently I have a stock of 5 chapters and are increasing slowly.
I'll be uploading a single cheaper everyday, thanks!