Land of Fire, Konoha.
Outside the Uchiha Clan compound, the air was thick with killing intent and the stench of blood.
Countless Root and Anbu squads stood on high alert, their gazes sharp and filled with hostility as they monitored the compound—while remaining vigilant against any movement in their surroundings.
Even when they had previously suspected the Uchiha of rebellion, they had never been this cautious.
All of this—
Was because of one man.
Uchiha Jin.
A typical Uchiha who had been taciturn since childhood, with above-average performance at the Ninja Academy—
And who, just one month ago, had awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan.
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Late at night.
Uchiha Clan compound, a three-courtyard residence.
Security here was extremely tight.
Not only were there patrols in plain sight, but hidden sentries also lurked in the trees, in shadowed corners, and atop rooftops—each with their Sharingan activated.
Inside the reception hall, the atmosphere was heavy and solemn.
Though only seven or eight people were present, every one of them was a core member of the Radical Faction.
Creak.
With a soft sound, the door was pushed open.
An Uchiha wearing a black cardigan adorned with the clan's fan emblem stepped inside. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan flickered as he dropped to one knee.
"Lord Jin, Elder Setsuna."
"Seventh Squad's mission has been completed. We eliminated three Root squads."
"On the way back, we encountered an Anbu Jonin squad attempting to intercept us. We wiped them out completely. The battlefield has also been thoroughly cleaned— even the Yamanaka Clan won't be able to extract any intelligence."
His eyes burned with defiance.
At his report—
The entire hall erupted into laughter.
It was loud, unrestrained, and filled with exhilaration.
"Satisfying! Truly satisfying!"
One Uchiha stood up, his body trembling with excitement.
"This is how we Uchiha should be! That Fugaku bastard deserves to die—he should never have been made clan head!"
The others nodded, their expressions filled with agreement.
Clearly—
They had long since grown dissatisfied with Fugaku.
"Fugaku is indeed unfit. I regret supporting him!"
"Ever since he became clan head, the Uchiha have done nothing but compromise. We suffered the greatest casualties in the war, yet the village turned a blind eye. During the Nine-Tails attack, we were even forced to abandon our own compound—and now we're openly monitored!"
"Fugaku? Hmph!"
"Lord Jin should be the clan head!"
"..."
Voices rose one after another.
Their resentment toward both Fugaku and the village was unmistakable.
Uchiha Setsuna sat among them, his aged face unable to conceal the sharp, dangerous aura he exuded.
His eyes were deep and calculating as he finally spoke in a hoarse voice:
"During Tobirama's era, the Uchiha were suppressed, but we could still protect ourselves."
"Since Fugaku took power, however, the clan has declined rapidly."
"Being submissive to outsiders would already be bad enough—but he cannot even control our own clan. We've split into Compromise, Neutral, and Radical factions, and even produced traitors like Shisui and Itachi..."
He paused.
Then, his gaze turned toward the young man seated at the head.
"Fortunately… the heavens have not abandoned the Uchiha."
"They have given us Lord Jin."
"This old man is ready to step down."
"From this day forward—Uchiha Jin will be the leader of the Radical Faction!"
The hall erupted in cheers.
Not a single person objected.
It was clear that Jin had already earned their full recognition.
---
And yet—
The young man seated at the head showed no excitement.
He was calm.
Indifferent.
As if all of this were expected.
He was—
Uchiha Jin.
A transmigrator from another world.
More than ten years ago, he had been reborn into this world as an infant.
Unlike others, he had no system.
No cheat.
So he chose to grow step by step.
Fortunately, his bloodline purity was high. Even if he wasn't considered a top genius within the Uchiha Clan, he was still above average within Konoha.
He had never tried to hide his abilities.
He simply couldn't afford to.
The Third Great Ninja War had already begun during his academy years—meaning he would inevitably be sent to the battlefield.
There was no room for caution or concealment.
Moreover—
This world was far more dangerous than the original story suggested.
Konoha's surveillance was terrifying.
A Barrier Team monitored the village around the clock.
Anbu and Root agents operated constantly in the shadows.
And then there were people like Orochimaru and Danzo, acting in secrecy—
As well as Hiruzen Sarutobi, who frequently used the Telescope Jutsu.
Hiding?
That was nothing short of suicide.
Because of this, Jin had lived cautiously for years.
He had almost no friends.
Even though he was of the same generation as Kakashi and Obito, he never attempted to approach Minato Namikaze.
Instead, he followed a conventional path—joining the Police Force, surviving the Third Great Ninja War, and steadily cultivating his strength.
Until—
One month ago.
His parents in this life suddenly disappeared.
But Jin knew exactly what had happened.
They had been taken by Root.
That night, he had been training until dawn. When he returned home, he witnessed everything from the shadows.
As someone raised with a strong sense of loyalty and gratitude, he could not ignore it.
These were his parents.
His family.
And so—
That very night—
He awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan.
The emotional shock was overwhelming.
He lost consciousness immediately, unable to save them.
---
His Mangekyō abilities were… abnormal.
Because his emotions at the time had been filled with destruction, the ability in his left eye took form accordingly—
Susanoo.
A legendary god representing destruction itself.
When activated, it could ignore defenses and annihilate everything—
Even time and space.
As for his right eye—
Because Jin was a transmigrator who understood the drawbacks of the Mangekyō—
He awakened a complementary ability:
Amenosuehiro.
A god of time.
It allowed him to reverse his own temporal state.
Even the consumption of his ocular power could be reversed.
Jin could faintly sense that, if fully developed, this ability might even allow him to traverse time itself—
An advanced version of Izanagi.
Of course—
This was not the Eternal Mangekyō.
While he could restore the power of his left eye, it still required consuming the power of his right eye.
However—
Compared to other Uchiha, his right eye had a unique advantage:
Regeneration.
Given enough time, it could naturally replenish its ocular power.
Though slow, this ability was absurdly powerful.
Because for other Uchiha—
Mangekyō power was finite.
---
Originally, Jin had a plan.
A simple one.
During missions, he had secretly created multiple identities outside the village.
His intention had been to escape with his family before the Uchiha massacre.
As long as they survived Konoha's initial pursuit, the rest would be manageable.
Once news of the Uchiha's downfall spread, other villages would inevitably act.
Just like Kumogakure's attempt to kidnap Hinata in the original timeline—
Konoha would be too preoccupied with external threats to hunt him down.
He would flee with his family to the Land of Snow, far removed from the chaos of the ninja world.
But—
Root ruined everything.
His parents were taken before he could act.
And Jin—
Was consumed by rage.
Did they really think a transmigrator like him had no temper?
---
So—
Abandoning all restraint—
He revealed his Mangekyō.
Joined the Radical Faction.
Planned operation after operation.
And step by step—
Seized control.
---
Now—
He stood at the center of it all.
Taking a slow breath, Jin looked at the excited, reverent Uchiha around him.
Then, he rose to his feet.
"Enough of these empty formalities."
"From this day forward—I am the leader of the Radical Faction."
"I will lead you to victory."
"I will restore the dignity we have lost."
"I—"
Knock.
Before he could finish—
The door opened once more.
An Uchiha hurried inside, bowing respectfully.
"Lord Jin, Elder Setsuna."
"The clan head has sent word."
"A clan meeting is to be held immediately."