Chapter One: Shrek Academy — I'll Get My Revenge One Day
The Shrek Academy gate had become a stage for suffocating sorrow. The night was bone-cold; the torchlight had lost its gleam, and the sky above the gate—rather than offering hope—had turned into a hard surface like broken glass. On the slick stone pavement,motionless with a bloodless calm, lay a boy no older than thirteen or fifteen. His thin body bled slowly, as if he had lost everything—blood seeping from every joint, from his head and hands; his heart pumped with lethal difficulty, as though the blood itself had pronounced sentence on his silence.
A scream tore from his chest and set the night alight—not merely a cry of physical pain, but the voice of a spirit broken by betrayal:
"I will have my revenge… I will destroy Shrek Academy… If fate gives me another life, I will tear you down!
The words choked out of him, fractured like mercury on his lips, yet every syllable carried deadly resolve. His eyes shed no tears—there was nothing left in his body to form them; what leaked instead was the ink of pain and refusal that stained everything around him.
The cause, as they said—or as the story was understood—was the "Tang Wutong incident." He had been nothing more than a traveler from a far world known as the Blue Star, arriving here with a trove of future knowledge and an innocent, boundless hope. In this world, life followed harsher laws: legendary battle spirits, powers beyond mortal ken, heroes who became legends. He had no battle spirit, no superlative skill, no prodigy's gift—only a sincere wish to be more than the academy's janitor, more than a shadow crushed beneath stronger feet.
On his first day he built great hopes—youthful illusions that build palaces on ash—only to hit a reality harder than stone: he was not a spirit master, not pure water, not someone worth mentioning. Yet driven by some strange force he could not explain, he clung to his place and used his knowledge of the future, working tirelessly even when every path seemed closed.
Because of that knowledge he won a few hearts and a few chances. He joined Shrek Academy as a humble worker: sweeping halls,gathering the ash of shattered dreams, dusting the shoes of the arrogant. He did not settle; being a time-traveler forced him to aim beyond ordinary ambitions. Drawing near Tang Wutong became his secret goal—close enough to spark hope, to carve a foothold in a world that devoured the weak.
It was not easy. About a month after Tang Wutong's arrival, he formed a complicated relationship with him: ingratiating himself,flattering, earning a sliver of understanding. At the same time he tried to gain Huo Yuhao's trust, to prove his worth even in his darkest hour. Then, as if inevitability itself had conspired with cruelty,the impossible happened—or the inevitable: he was assaulted on the pretext of bothering them during training and intruding in the baths. The blows were more than physical; they were a message: "Your place is beneath our feet."
Later he was handed over to Mu An, where his body did not escape further torment. His bones shattered under Mu An's overwhelming aura, his dignity broken in front of merciless eyes. Ultimately, he was ejected from Shrek Academy as a ruined being; his body sealed with a mark of rejection—a stamp not easily erased.
There, on the academy's stony threshold, writhing in pain, he whispered in a trembling voice: "I will not forget… I will never forget." It was not merely a threat; it was a dark vow, the birth of an unquenchable desire. On that desolate night, with blood dripping onto the stones, his heart swore a sacred oath: if life refused him a place, he would take it himself—even if it meant turning his soul into an unyielding ember.
Thus, amid the ashes of broken hope and the iron tang of blood, the hurt of childhood hardened into a grim promise. The academy saw the body and the wound, but it did not understand that what it had planted in the boy's heart was a seed of vengeance—a seed that would grow in silence and swell with every drop of pain until it covered the sky above every one of its halls.
And so, amid the remnants of shattered hope and the scent of iron and ash, the pain of childhood turned into a grim promise.
The Academy saw only a body and a wound—but it failed to realize what it had planted in the boy's heart was a seed of vengeance, one that would grow in silence and feed on every drop of pain until, one day, it would fill their sky.
His vision began to fade, the sounds around him blending together as though rising from the depths of water.
He felt his body drifting away—from the ground, from everything he had ever known.
There, somewhere between life and death, between the scream and the silence… he began to hear his own voice, clearer than ever before.
He remembered it from the original work…
Even Huo Yuhao never acknowledged his own son.
Everything had been a lie—even the Three-Eyed Golden Lion had not escaped his deceit.
Heh… what an irony.
That was his true nature: a man of contradiction, wasteful, cowardly, a man who loved himself above all else.
Everything he did might have looked noble from the outside, but within… it was nothing more than an echo of his selfish desires.
Hahaha…
At last—I managed to escape…
I crawled… crawled for more than ten kilometers.
I broke my legs, my spine was crushed…
Now I'm crippled—I can't even stand.
All I can do… is crawl.
I never imagined all of this would happen to me… over something so trivial.
In that moment, I realized I still had a small envelope with me, containing a letter.
I hadn't been able to open it all this time.
I kept turning it over and over, to no avail…
Finally, I took it out, closed my eyes, and began to open it.
To my astonishment… it opened.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange void.
Before me stood a massive wheel of fortune, glowing faintly, with words written across it: You have four spins only."
Without a second thought, I began to spin it…
When it finally stopped, one name gleamed before me—
The World of Naruto.
Suddenly, a chest appeared before me.
Without hesitation, I opened it…
And there it was!
The Scroll of Forbidden Seals!
Alongside it, a card bearing the crests of both the Senju and Uchiha clans.
Written upon it:
Mangekyō Sharingan — Tsukuyomi, Kotoamatsukami, Kamui, and the Sage's Body of Hashirama Senju (Wood Release).
Beside it lay another card—engraved with the name Itachi Uchiha.
The moment I touched the card, it vanished—and a surge of energy raced through my veins.
Suddenly, I realized…
I had awakened a new bloodline!
Then I touched the other card, and a torrent of knowledge flooded into my mind—every technique and skill of Itachi Uchiha now at my command.
Finally, when I grasped the Scroll of Forbidden Seals, a wave of light and information engulfed my mind,like a flood of sacred fire.
In that single instant, I understood—I had been reborn.