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The silence that followed my pronouncement was heavy enough to have its own gravitational pull. Shisui's gaze wasn't angry or accusatory; it was something far more unnerving: intensely analytical. It was the look of a shinobi dissecting a puzzle, and right now, that puzzle had my face. My four-year-old heart hammered against my ribs, but my mind was a sea of calm, calculating the optimal response. Lying was out. Pleading ignorance would be an insult to his intelligence. The only path forward was a carefully constructed truth, wrapped in the armor of childish innocence.
He finally let out a slow breath, the sound of a man burdened with a new, heavy thought. He reached out and gently ruffled my hair, the gesture a little more forced than usual, his mind clearly elsewhere.
"You see too much, little brother," he said, his voice a low murmur. He wasn't speaking to a four-year-old anymore. He was acknowledging something else, something he couldn't yet define. "Don't worry about the 'bandage man.' I'm here. I'll protect you and the family."
The words were meant to be reassuring, but I heard the unspoken addition: And now, I'll be watching him more closely.
My first gambit had succeeded.
He stood up, the setting sun casting his long shadow over me. "It's getting late. Let's go help Kaa-san with dinner." The moment was over. The interrogation was closed. But as he turned to lead me inside, I saw him cast a quick, thoughtful glance back towards the village, in the direction of the Hokage's administrative buildings. The seed was planted. It was a small victory, but small victories were how you won a long war.
As I lay in my futon that night, the familiar blue screen flickered to life, its glow a comforting presence in the dark.
[Major Deviation Detected: The 'Doubt in the Prodigy's Heart' protocol has been initiated.] [You have successfully planted a seed of suspicion against Danzo Shimura within Shisui Uchiha, years ahead of schedule. By using an impossible memory framed as childish observation, you have influenced a key player without revealing your hand. An elegant, if risky, move.]
[Calculating Reward for 'A Strategist's First Move'...] [Reward Issued: Mental Skill - 'Mind Palace Lv. 1']
[Description: A mental landscape for organizing thoughts, memories, and strategic plans with perfect clarity and recall. A library for the mind. Current State: A small, dusty archive room. With practice and mental effort, it can be expanded into a fortress of knowledge. Please try to keep it tidy.]
A genuine, triumphant smile touched my lips. This was a game-changer. The ultimate tool for a strategist, a way to perfectly catalog my eidetic memory and my past life's knowledge. My training was about to become infinitely more efficient.
Two more years passed in a flash of relentless, invisible effort.
At age six, I was a quiet storm. My Sage Body Affinity, fueled by a diet that would make a nutritionist weep with joy (thanks, Mom) and my constant conditioning, had developed my body to the absolute peak of what a child could achieve. My chakra coils were denser and more developed than even my father suspected.
My Mind Palace was no longer a dusty room but a small, orderly library. One wing was dedicated to the 'Canon,' every event from the anime and manga filed away with perfect clarity. Another wing housed my physical training data, every kata and exercise memorized. The largest, and most active, wing was the 'Strategy Room,' filled with branching timelines and contingency plans for derailing the plot.
Shisui, now a thirteen-year-old ANBU captain and a village celebrity, was my idol and my primary project. My subtle, innocent questions over the years had sharpened his awareness. He still loved the village, but his loyalty was now tempered with a healthy, cautious skepticism of its darker elements. He had started his own quiet investigations into Root, a fact that filled me with both pride and dread.
Today was the day. The start of a new chapter. The day I would finally step out of the shadows and onto the public stage.
My mother fussed over the collar of my new high-collared blue shirt, identical to the ones Shisui and Itachi favored. "Now, Raikou, be nice to the other children. It's important to make friends."
"I will, Kaa-san," I said, my voice calm and even.
My father knelt, placing his hands on my shoulders. His eyes were serious. "The Academy is more than just learning jutsu. It is about understanding the Will of Fire. Make the clan proud."
"I will, Tou-san."
I walked out of our house and towards the Uchiha compound's main gate. Sasuke was waiting there with his mother, Mikoto, looking nervous and excited. He saw me and gave a small, hesitant wave. I gave a slight nod in return. As cousins born on the same day, we were expected to be rivals or best friends. So far, we were neither. We were just… acquaintances.
We were walking towards the Academy, the morning sun warm on our faces, when I felt it. A flicker of chakra. Someone was watching us. Not with malice, but with intense, analytical curiosity. I subtly glanced to the side, extending my senses. The chakra signature was young, but refined. Familiar.
Itachi Uchiha stood in the shadow of a rooftop, his own Academy entrance ceremony years behind him. He wasn't just watching his little brother. His gaze was fixed on me. He had been observing me more and more lately, ever since Shisui had started confiding in him about his "unusually perceptive little brother."
I met his gaze across the distance. I didn't smile. I didn't wave. I simply held his stare for a single, long second, an acknowledgment from one mind to another. A silent message passed between us: I know you're there. I know you're watching. The game is about to begin.
I turned and continued walking towards the Academy gates, the weight of the future on my small shoulders. The Uchiha Massacre was a ticking time bomb, and I was walking into the school that would shape all the key players. I had my knowledge. I had my System. And I had a plan. But as I passed through the gates, a new thought, cold and sharp, cut through my strategic calm.
The System rewarded me for derailing the canon. What would be the biggest, most chaotic, most world-altering canon event I could possibly derail in the next seven years? The answer was as obvious as it was terrifying.
My primary objective wasn't just to survive the Uchiha Massacre. It was to make sure it never even had a reason to happen.