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My end was, in a word, embarrassing.
There I was, a modern-day Shakespeare hunched over the glow of my monitor, crafting what was undoubtedly the most soul-crushing fanfiction chapter the internet had ever seen. "One Piece: Let the Sea Burn" was my masterpiece. The intricate plot, the gut-wrenching character deaths—it was all coming together. I was just about to have my protagonist deliver a monologue that would make grown men weep when the email notification chimed.
'Congratulations! A new reader has subscribed to your Monster Tier!'
My blood, which was approximately 90% cheap coffee and 10% pure spite, turned to ice. The Monster Tier. The ludicrously priced subscription I'd created as a gag. For that price, I'd promised to fly to the subscriber's house and read the chapter to them personally while making eye contact. It was a joke. No one was supposed to actually buy it. My poor, neglected heart, unaccustomed to such overwhelming success (or any success, really), fluttered, seized, and promptly clocked out for good.
I collapsed onto my keyboard, my last act on Earth being the publication of "asshhh iszz greatestttttt" as the climax of my tragic hero's speech. Pathetic.
My beginning, in contrast, was just plain awful.
Forget any jade gates or peaceful voids. My second life started with a full-frontal assault on my senses. It was loud, wet, and everything was blurry, like I was in a washing machine during an earthquake. My sophisticated, adult mind could only summon one coherent thought: "Well, this is undignified."
Then, a new sensation kicked in, something clean and sharp amidst the chaos. My brain wasn't just experiencing this nightmare; it was cataloging it. Every deafening sound, every uncomfortable sensation, every blurry shape was being filed away with perfect, high-definition clarity. I was being born, and apparently, my brain had decided to start its new life with a perfect, eidetic memory. Troublesome. Very, very troublesome.
(A/N : Its true that I have eidetic memory, as I never forget any of my ex girlfriends number….and blocked them all)
The world swam into focus. A woman—Natsuki Uchiha, my new mom—was holding me, looking like she'd just wrestled a bear and barely won. A man—Haru Uchiha, my dad—hovered nearby, looking proud but also vaguely terrified, as most new fathers do. And standing by the bed was a kid with a grin so wide it looked like it was permanently stapled to his face. Shisui Uchiha. My big brother. The walking, talking cheat code of the Uchiha clan.
(A/N: here is fun fact, while I was writing this fanfic I checked shisui family background…some says his father is kagami uchiha and some say he is kagami descendent….well I know its not a fun fact….just wanted to increase the word count)
My brain, now running on its new life 2.0 operating system, put the pieces together. I was an Uchiha. I was Shisui's brother. I was born just a few months before the village's regularly scheduled giant fox attack. Wonderful.
Just as I was contemplating the sheer inconvenience of it all, a translucent blue screen popped into view, like an unskippable ad at the start of a terrible movie.
[System Booting...]
[Host confirmed: Former keyboard warrior with an overinflated sense of self-importance.]
[System Initialized: Let the Canon Burn]
[Welcome, Host. Your pathetic death has earned you a second chance at a more interesting life. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (and you have no choice), is to derail, dismantle, and utterly destroy the established timeline of this world.]
[Rewards will be issued based on the magnitude of the canon you burn. The bigger the fire, the better the prize. Rewards are sourced from across the multiverse. No refunds or exchanges.]
[Good luck. Try not to die in a similarly stupid fashion this time.]
The System had a personality. A snarky, judgmental personality. I decided then and there that I liked it.
My first few months were an exercise in strategic information gathering. I was a living archive. I recorded every conversation whispered around my crib, every tone of voice, every visitor. I cataloged the simmering tension within the clan, the subtle friction between my father and the main branch led by Fugaku Uchiha. I perfectly memorized the layout of our home, the chakra signatures of my family, and the lullaby my mother hummed to me at night.
I was a baby. It was the perfect cover. No one looks twice at an infant. No one suspects the baby is mentally filing away their every word for future use.
Then, one night, the world caught fire.
(A/N: This is reference to my other fanfic ,Harry potter: let the world burn)
An oppressive, malevolent chakra slammed into the village like a physical tidal wave. It was suffocating, a pressure that promised death and radiated pure, undiluted hatred. The air itself turned red. Roars that shook the very foundations of our house echoed from the center of the village.
The Kyuubi. It was here. On schedule.
My mother snatched me from my crib, her movements frantic. My father was already in his Uchiha Police Force flak jacket, grabbing a tantō from the wall.
"Natsuki, take the boys and get to the shelter!" he commanded, his voice tight with controlled urgency.
"Haru, you can't—"
"Go! Now!"
He was gone in a blur. My mother held me tight, her own body trembling as she herded a terrified Shisui towards the back of the house. From my vantage point, tucked into her shoulder, I could see it all. I could see the monstrous silhouette of the Nine-Tails against the crimson sky. I could see the panicked retreat of the civilians. I could see the brave, foolish shinobi charging towards their deaths.
My perfect memory was recording it all. The smell of burning wood. The screams of the dying. The primal terror on my brother's face.
We made it outside, joining a stream of other non-combatants. The chaos was absolute. But my attention was locked on the sky. I knew what was coming. The main event. The village-killer.
High above, the Nine-Tails opened its maw, gathering a swirling vortex of positive black and negative white chakra. It compressed into a single, dense, terrifying sphere of purple-black energy. The Bijuu Dama. Aimed directly at the civilian sector. Aimed directly at us.
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powerstone