I Got Transmigrated Into Naruto, But I Want to Die

Konoha Military Police Force

Beneath the clan emblem, resembling a red-and-white table tennis paddle, several Uchiha stood in the police department's hall, selecting missions.

A handsome young man squeezed through the crowd, looking up at the bulletin board filled with mission postings.

Typically, missions were issued at the Hokage Building's mission assignment center.

However, Uchiha Renzou was not a registered shinobi of Konoha.

He was like the cannon fodder ninja forces the five great nations hastily assembled during the Fourth Shinobi War—

A clan ninja belonging solely to the Uchiha.

Though he wore a Konoha headband, there was still a fundamental difference.

For example, missions were mostly assigned directly to the clan, and then posted internally in this manner.

It was more about participation rather than obligation, taking on missions within one's capability.

However—

This arrangement clearly did not meet Uchiha Renzou's expectations.

"Damn it, not a single mission related to the border?"

Uchiha Renzou was dumbfounded.

At this time, the most dangerous places were the contested zones between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind,

Especially areas like the Land of Rain and the Land of Valleys.

Yet, the mission board lacked any tasks related to border patrols, cross-border escorting of supplies, or assassinating enemy nation officials.

All available missions were domestic.

There were even a number of D-rank missions—finding cats, delivering letters, farming—filling up the board.

Among the C-rank missions he was eligible for,

The most dangerous one…

Was driving a giant wild boar, which had strayed from the Forest of Death, back into the woods.

"Damn it, I thought I could finally leave the village and get myself killed," Uchiha Renzou lamented in despair.

"But how is this any different from before?"

With a look of utter hopelessness, Uchiha Renzou sighed, resigned to accepting the most dangerous mission available—the C-rank task of repelling a wild boar.

Maybe he could become part of the pig's meal?

But just as he reached for the mission scroll, a slightly smaller hand beat him to it.

"Sorry, but I'll be taking this mission."

A young man with delicate features, clad in a black high-collared short-sleeve shirt and long pants, with a tantō strapped to his back, smiled at Uchiha Renzou.

His signature dumpling-shaped nose instantly gave him away—this was none other than Uchiha Shisui.

At this time, he had yet to make a name for himself as a genius.

Uchiha Renzou: "..."

You're a registered Konoha shinobi—why the hell are you snatching clan missions from me?

"Apologies, Uchiha Renzou."

"This mission will help me refine my swordsmanship. I'm willing to give you the mission pay, but please, let me have this opportunity!"

Uchiha Shisui smiled earnestly, sincerity shining through.

Faced with such an open and honest expression, Uchiha Renzou found no reason to refuse.

It was just a C-rank mission—probably not life-threatening. Once the Shinobi World War broke out, there would be plenty of opportunities to throw his life away. He didn't care about missing this one.

Instead, he found himself puzzled. "You know me?"

Of course, Uchiha Renzou recognized Shisui.

But that Shisui knew him? That was unexpected.

"Yeah, we did D-rank missions together before, don't you remember?" Shisui grinned, casually making something up.

"Maybe." Uchiha Renzou muttered. He had done too many missions to remember them all.

He had no interest in befriending canon characters. If changing the future resulted in the Crown Prince failing to save the world,

Then his sins would be immense!

Right now, all he wanted was to die and go home.

He promptly lost interest in Shisui and continued scanning the mission board.

—

In truth, Shisui had only just discovered Uchiha Renzou's name in the mission records.

And what he saw shocked him.

Uchiha Renzou: Genin, 1 year of ninja experience.

Missions completed: 855 D-rank, 0 C-rank.

This unknown peer was a complete mission maniac—averaging 2-3 D-rank missions per day, with zero rest days in an entire year.

It was terrifying!

Uchiha Renzou had no idea his mission log would astonish Shisui. He had only taken so many missions hoping he could work himself to death.

But if he knew that this would earn Shisui's admiration,

He would probably collapse and cry out—

"What a sin!"

To Shisui, this confirmed that Uchiha Renzou was no ordinary Uchiha.

For a genin to achieve such a feat!

He's truly burning himself out for the village!

Because of this, Shisui wasn't bothered by Uchiha Renzou's indifference.

Instead, he stepped even closer, nearly shoulder to shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Uchiha Renzou recoiled in horror.

This guy…

Damn it, Shisui, you have thick eyebrows and a righteous face! Why do you have this kind of hobby at such a young age?

But Shisui simply assumed his peer was a bit socially awkward. Smiling knowingly, he leaned in and whispered:

"Renzou-kun, I know what you're thinking."

Uchiha Renzou's eyes widened.

You—you know I'm trying to commit insurance fraud?

"Later, the Great Elder will hold a mobilization meeting. Two extremely dangerous missions will be issued." Shisui spoke gravely.

"But don't worry—I won't let you take them!"

The words slithered into his ears like a devil's whisper, sending a chill down Uchiha Renzou's spine.

He stared at Shisui in terror.

Does this guy have some mind-reading hack?

He had no intention of letting Shisui take advantage of him.

However, the mention of "dangerous missions" piqued Uchiha Renzou's interest.

"What kind of missions?" He lowered his voice, making the conversation seem like an underground deal.

"As expected, you really are this kind of person!" Shisui was briefly stunned, then filled with admiration.

Once again, he was convinced—Uchiha Renzou was special.

Shisui secretly vowed to prevent Renzou from dying on a dangerous mission.

A talent like him should be the bridge between the village and the Uchiha!

Just then—

A white-haired elder with spiky hair, wearing a black high-collared Uchiha robe without a Konoha headband, stepped onto the high platform of the police department hall.

His sharp gaze swept across the room, making it difficult for anyone to meet his eyes.

Uchiha Renzou's heart trembled.

Because this man was none other than the last remaining Uchiha elder—

Uchiha Setsuna!

A man who had once plotted to assassinate the Second Hokage and lived to tell the tale—

The undisputed leader of the Uchiha hawks.

The gathered Uchiha turned their attention to the elder, their gazes filled with respect, resentment, or indifference.

"You all likely know why I have summoned you here," Setsuna spoke coldly, his voice echoing in the hall.

"That's right!"

"War is coming!"

He continued, detailing the rising tensions across the ninja world.

Finally, his words turned chilling:

"Now—at the battlefields of the Land of Rain and the Hell Valley in the Land of Hot Water…"

"We need two teams of three—one upper, middle, and lower-ranked ninja each—to provide reinforcements."

"Genin participation is voluntary. Chūnin and jōnin may choose, but if the numbers fall short, I will select individuals to go—compulsorily."

Silence fell over the hall.

Hearing these locations, many faces turned pale.

Uchiha Renzou was about to raise his hand, ready to shout,

"For the glory of Uchiha, I will lay down my life!"

But then—

A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

[Talent acquired.]

[Heartsteel (SSS): Please, let me endure one more time! –"Steel, Gate"]

A deafening "clang" rang in his ears, snapping him back to reality.

Hearing the name of this talent,

Uchiha Renzou's heart skipped a beat.