Chapter 1: The Night of the Massacre"Don't kill me…"
"You're not worth killing, my foolish brother. If you want to kill me, then hate me, despise me, and live a vile life. Run… cling to your life, and survive by any means necessary!"
This was… the night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre—the very same night when Itachi Uchiha personally annihilated his entire clan under orders from Konoha's higher-ups, leaving behind only his younger brother, Sasuke Uchiha.
Itachi stood in the dimly lit compound, his Sharingan spinning slowly, its tomoe reflecting Sasuke's trembling figure. Sasuke's teeth were clenched, his body shaking violently—not just from fear, but from the overwhelming trauma of witnessing their parents' deaths, a scene Itachi had just forced him to relive through Tsukuyomi.
But were they the main focus? No… the true anomaly of this night lay elsewhere.
Among the countless lifeless bodies scattered across the Uchiha compound, one "corpse" suddenly stirred.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Damn, that hurts! Who stabbed me in the kidney?!
The body of a fallen Uchiha clan member, lying cold among the dead, abruptly regained consciousness—but what returned was not the original soul. Instead, it was the consciousness of a comic convention enthusiast from Earth.
Transmigration…? Into the world of Naruto?!
The memories came in fragments. In her previous life, she had been attending a convention, cosplaying a charismatic villain. Then chaos—panic—pain—and a sharp stab to the kidney from a deranged attacker.
Wait… kidney?
Damn it! I got stabbed before transmigrating, and now I've been stabbed again after transmigrating?! Is this some kind of cursed coincidence?!
Even worse…
Uchiha Clan + Night of Massacre + Fatal Wound at Spawn = Absolute Hell Difficulty Start!
The current body she occupied belonged to Uchiha Chinatsu, the younger sister of Shisui Uchiha—a prodigy once praised as the clan's greatest talent before his mysterious death. Chinatsu herself was known within the clan as a gentle and refined kunoichi, someone who maintained strong ties among the younger generation, even acting as an elder-sister figure.
A refined lady? Seriously?!
Why me?! I was living perfectly fine on Earth! Transmigration is for protagonists—not random convention-goers!
And now I'm dying again right after arriving?! What kind of ridiculous plot is this?!
At that moment, something impossible happened.
Right before the eyes of both Itachi and Sasuke—
A corpse… slowly rose.
Her body, drenched in blood, moved stiffly like a puppet being forced upright. Her long black hair hung chaotically over her face, partially obscuring it, while crimson blood smeared across her pale skin, creating an image straight out of a nightmare.
"Ah… Ahhhhhh!!!"
Sasuke collapsed backward, his pupils shrinking violently as terror overtook him completely.
Even Itachi's expression changed.
She… is alive?
Impossible.
He clearly remembered the strike—precise, lethal, executed with the efficiency he had honed as a captain within the Anbu Black Ops. The wound location, the depth, the blood loss… no ordinary shinobi could survive that.
Unless…
Was she hiding her strength?
Itachi rapidly sifted through his memories. Chinatsu had never displayed any abnormal combat ability. She wasn't like Shisui, who possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan and the terrifying Kotoamatsukami. She had always been… normal.
Yet the scene before him defied all logic.
Her wound was still bleeding heavily—far beyond what a human body could endure. And yet, she stood.
Even Itachi began to suspect the possibility of genjutsu.
At that moment, space itself seemed to distort slightly.
A masked figure appeared silently beside Itachi—wearing a spiral-pattern mask with a single eyehole revealing a Sharingan. It was Tobi, the true accomplice behind the massacre.
"Itachi… what's wrong?" the masked man said calmly. "Didn't we agree to leave only one survivor?"
Itachi remained silent for a brief moment, his gaze fixed on Chinatsu.
"…It's enough. We're leaving."
"Leaving? Hmph… fine. Just don't regret it."
Without another word, both figures vanished instantly using high-speed movement techniques, leaving behind only Sasuke—and the impossible survivor.
Sasuke, still trembling, slowly turned his gaze toward the blood-covered figure.
Recognition dawned.
"Chi… Chinatsu… Sister… Sister!"
His voice cracked as panic overtook him.
"So much blood… Sister, don't die… don't die! I don't want to be alone…!"
He scrambled toward her, desperately trying to stop the bleeding with his small hands, but his efforts were futile. The blood wouldn't stop.
By the time Konoha's Anbu forces arrived to investigate the massacre, Chinatsu had already collapsed again, her body barely clinging to life.
She was immediately transported to Konoha Hospital.
The medical-nin on duty were stunned.
"This level of blood loss… she should already be dead."
Even elite medical specialists began treatment simultaneously, utilizing advanced medical ninjutsu techniques refined since the era of Tsunade.
Before treatment, her condition was judged as:
"Near death. Survival probability extremely low."
Yet what happened next completely overturned their understanding of medicine.
Their chakra-enhanced healing techniques… had almost no effect.
Because her body was already healing itself.
At a speed visible to the naked eye.
"…What is this regeneration?"
For a moment, the medical-nin questioned reality itself. Was this truly a human body? Even among shinobi, such recovery bordered on the monstrous.
Despite this, Chinatsu remained unconscious.
Physical wounds could be treated—but matters of the mind were beyond their reach.
All they could do… was wait.
Soon, dawn broke over Konoha.
The news spread like wildfire:
The Uchiha clan had been annihilated.
Only two survivors remained—Sasuke Uchiha, and an unexpected second survivor, Uchiha Chinatsu.
Across the shinobi world, hidden villages began to take interest—particularly in the Uchiha clan's kekkei genkai, the Sharingan.
Noon of the following day.
Chinatsu, who had effectively died twice in less than twenty-four hours, slowly opened her eyes.
An unfamiliar ceiling…
She shifted slightly, propping herself up against the headboard. Directly ahead stood a mirror.
Her reflection stared back.
Long black hair.
Crimson Sharingan eyes.
Delicate, almost flawless features.
With a neutral expression, her face appeared gentle—harmless even. The kind of elegance often described as a perfect Yamato Nadeshiko.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
"I was just at a convention… and now this?"
She raised her hand, touching her cheek slowly, as if confirming reality.
"These arms… this face… this is unreal…"
Then her expression darkened.
"Uchiha Itachi…"
Her fists clenched tightly.
"Next time we meet… I'm definitely stabbing you in the kidneys too."
At that moment, she noticed a small figure slumped beside her bed.
It was Sasuke, fast asleep in a chair, his face streaked with dried tears.
"Sister… don't die… don't die…"
Even in sleep, he whispered the words.
Chinatsu fell silent.