The woman ran toward the leader's tent, her eyes wide with fear. Just moments ago, she had nearly lost all hope.Her husband had been beaten brutally before her eyes, and her loving daughter taken captive.
She was ignorant of the truth… she believed her fate was doomed. Or at least, that's what she thought before a miracle happened.
A man—a behemoth who shone like a light at the end of the tunnel. His fiery hair and red katana brought her something unexpected.
Relief.
Yet as if fate itself demanded her end, she heard the sound of metal cutting through the air. Turning quickly, her face contorted in despair as a kunai shot at her with breakneck speed.
Sorry, my precious daughter. I hope you are safe.
Yet before the inevitable could happen—someone stepped in between.The same man. His back stood firm between her and the kunai in stubborn defiance.
His katana rang, deflecting the weapon in a single swing.
That was the moment she realized—their fates weren't doomed, not as long as this man lived.
Kyojiro Uchiha would protect them....
Deflecting the kunai in one smooth motion, he scanned the jungle. It took him only a moment to see them.
Their forehead protectors glinted under the moonlight, their eyes shone in the dark, and in their hands were weapons of every shape and size.
Kiri… Kyojiro clenched his fist tighter. It was Kiri who had murdered his teammates.
SHING
The wind was left behind as four ninjas flickered forward, closing in on him instantly.
Kyojiro raised his katana, determination in his crimson eyes. He swung.
SHINGSHING
Steel clashed in a cacophony of sound. His arms trembled, his eyes widened. All of them… they're all Chunin.
He moved as fast as he could. The only reason he was still alive was his swordsmanship—if they began weaving jutsu…
Kyojiro knew he would lose.
Sweat trickled down his skin as he pushed himself to the limit."Arghhh!" he roared, intercepting another strike.
Cuts piled across his body like whiplashes on a scarecrow. He noticed the older, more dangerous man standing in the back, smiling at him.
Kyojiro gritted his teeth, forcing distance. Their smirks ignited his blood, haunting memories raging inside.
How… is this my fate? To die at the hands of Kiri ninjas? Not even able to take revenge. He tried to weave the hand signs for Fireball Jutsu, but before he could start, two of them distracted while the others attacked.
Blood poured from him like a faucet, his Sharingan glowing deep crimson—but no new tomoe, no power-up.
Kyojiro realized something in that moment.It wasn't his fate to bring justice to this world.
He was talentless.
He couldn't master fire jutsu.
His Sharingan talent was practically nonexistent.
The pain in his chest wasn't from his wounds but from the truth—he would die here, leaving these people to the mercy of shinobi.
I promised that day… the day they died, that I'd never let tragedy strike anyone again. He barely dodged a kunai. Yet it seems I'll die before achieving anything.
His body slackened.
Seeing his guard drop, the Kiri ninjas' eyes lit with bloodlust.
Steel yourself, Kyojiro! he shouted at himself mentally. His muscles tightened, his heart thundered.
THUMPTHUMP
If I must die here… I'll give it my all. Even against impossible odds. His soul roared within him.
"Set your heart ablaze!" he shouted, sword raised, gaze ferocious.
Yet in that instant—something unexpected struck him.
Memories.
Of a man, a myth, a legend.
Of a swordsman with bright yellow hair.Of a Hashira who lived to save others.
Of a man who, despite lacking talent, worked himself to the bone.Who lived his life by unshakable ideals.
Kyojiro Uchiha—truly met, for the first time in seventeen years—
Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira....
"Die, you tree-hugger!!" a Kiri ninja shouted, glee lighting his face.
But the very next second, the ground trembled. Cracks spread through the earth. His eyes widened at the figure of his opponent—
—or rather, his afterimage.
Huh?
He hadn't even realized when the katana cleaved his neck.
The Flame Hashira had been reborn....
So this is true swordsmanship… Kyojiro marveled. His wounds eased, vitality flooding his body as though the sun itself had been poured into him.
Strength pulsed through him as he gazed at the decapitated Chunin.
He moved with purpose now. His sword was no longer a weapon—but an extension of his very being.
The three remaining attacked with ferocity—yet they couldn't touch him.
Fire Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire.
His body flowed with precision, every motion released of burden.
SWISH
A downward slash cleaved through all three men. Veins bulged along his legs as he burst forward, appearing behind two of them.
Fire Breathing, Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation.
He soared like a gymnast, sword carving a flawless arc through the air. His nerves settled, his body fell into perfect tranquility.
PUCHI
Their bodies split apart like confetti, dissected cleanly in two. Their horrified eyes never even registered what had happened.
Kyojiro Uchiha—had just awakened.
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