I Got Transmigrated Into Naruto, But I Want to Die

At this moment,

The hall was deathly silent, so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

The gathered Uchiha clansmen all wore expressions of shock and horror, not daring to breathe too loudly.

As if even the slightest breath could cause Uchiha Setsuna to cut Uchiha Renzou down on the spot!

And at the center of everyone's attention, Uchiha Setsuna's face had already darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Being confronted so recklessly by Uchiha Renzou, even someone as composed as him was struggling to hold back his anger!

His scarlet Sharingan gleamed coldly, the three tomoe in his eyes slowly rotating as he stared directly at Uchiha Renzou.

A suffocating killing intent spread throughout the hall, pressing down like an invisible force.

It felt as if, in the next second, the great elder would unsheathe the blade on his back and slice Uchiha Renzou into pieces like cutting fruit!

But at this moment, Uchiha Renzou had no time to worry about the pressure around him.

Because he was staring in a daze at the text appearing before his eyes:

[Ding!]

[You bravely stood up to Uchiha Setsuna and have acquired a random skill from your target: Uchiha Style—Threaded Shuriken Technique (Master Level).]

[Your "Heartsteel" trait has leveled up.]

For an instant, Uchiha Renzou blanked out as a flood of immense knowledge poured into his mind.

From various shuriken designs to the materials of steel wires, from the throwing techniques of ninja tools to hidden forces, precision, and countless other nuances—everything flashed through his consciousness.

In a mere instant, he comprehended, analyzed, mastered, and perfected techniques that would normally take years to refine.

He had surpassed barrier after barrier that could only be overcome through life-and-death combat.

Until—

Mastery!

Uchiha Renzou had mastered the Uchiha Style—Threaded Shuriken Technique at a godlike level!

"Huh?!"

"What… what just happened?" Uchiha Renzou stood frozen in shock.

No joke, the level of shuriken mastery he just gained made young Sasuke's Windmill Shuriken look like child's play.

Shuriken techniques had no shortcuts—only time and training could refine them.

At this level, only an armless Sasuke from the battle against Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki would be a match for him.

And yet, all he did was stand up to the great elder for a moment—and he got this?!

But thinking about Uchiha Setsuna's terrifying resume, including surviving an assassination attempt on the Second Hokage, Uchiha Renzou found it understandable.

So this… this was the confidence of the older generation of Uchiha artists?

This… this… Honestly… Damn, this "Steel Heart" trait really felt like a beautiful stat boost!

So satisfying!

But then—why hadn't the great elder cut him down yet?

In the hall,

Three full minutes passed in silence before Uchiha Setsuna finally turned his head away in exasperation.

He had finally confirmed—this Uchiha Renzou was just a reckless fool who had no concept of fear.

Under the pressure of his overwhelming killing intent, this kid just stood there staring at him like they were having a staring contest.

If this went on any longer, it would just get awkward.

With a cold snort, Uchiha Setsuna finally spoke:

"If you're so eager to throw your life away for Konoha, I won't stop you."

"You—step forward!"

Uchiha Renzou jolted in surprise, looking up at the great elder, his face not filled with joy at receiving a mission, but with pure confusion.

Wait a minute—this script wasn't right!

Uchiha Renzou had been prepared to die on the spot when he confronted Uchiha Setsuna.

He was just short of cackling like a madman…

But… Great Elder, why didn't you cut me down?

You could've at least given me a slash!

Aren't you a hardcore hawk? Where's your sense of ruthlessness?

"Renzou-kun…" Uchiha Shisui sighed softly.

Looking at Uchiha Renzou's expression, he understood—this boy was well aware of the horrors of war.

Just look—his face had turned pale with fear.

And yet, despite that, he still stepped forward bravely.

If that was the case…

Uchiha Shisui's Sharingan gleamed as he stepped out from the crowd and spoke solemnly to Uchiha Setsuna:

"Great Elder, there is still one more open spot for a genin on this mission. Please allow me to join."

Uchiha Setsuna narrowed his eyes as he looked at Uchiha Shisui, his gaze lingering on the boy's crimson Sharingan. "You're Kagami's grandson? Shisui?"

"Yes, and if you'd allow me this one selfish request, I would like to choose the mission to the Land of Rain."

Uchiha Setsuna didn't respond immediately. He simply glanced at Shisui before moving on to assigning missions to the other ninja.

That was his way of giving silent approval.

As the leader of the hawks within the Uchiha clan,

He naturally had a strained relationship with the doves. And besides, Shisui's development wasn't something he needed to concern himself with.

Within the dove faction, someone like Shisui—a genius who graduated early, awakened the Sharingan, and had connections as the former clan leader's grandson—would undoubtedly be carefully nurtured.

Compared to Shisui, Uchiha Setsuna had a bigger headache: Uchiha Renzou.

Even though the hawks believed in a philosophy of pushing young talents off a cliff to see if they could fly…

If they succeeded, they would become soaring eagles with true independence.

If they failed, they would crash into the abyss and turn into a splattered mess—perhaps a mercy in such chaotic times.

But Uchiha Renzou…

He hadn't even grown his feathers yet, and he was already trying to fly. His reckless mindset was truly astonishing.

Even someone as extreme as Uchiha Setsuna felt this kid was a bit too much…

Soon, the assignments were finalized. Uchiha Setsuna swept his gaze coldly over the crowd and announced:

"The Land of Rain battlefield team will be led by Jonin Shinichi, with Special Jonin Jozu and Genin Shisui. You will advance to the border camp and await further orders. A hawk messenger has already been sent, and an Uchiha contact will receive you upon arrival."

"I will remind you of one thing: your lives belong to the Uchiha clan and to yourselves—but never to Konoha. You would do well to remember that."

"As for the Hell Valley mission in the Land of Hot Water, I will personally lead it, along with Chunin Seichiro and Genin Renzou. We will reinforce the defensive forces stationed there."

"All team members, assemble at the village gate tomorrow at 8 AM."

"That is all. Dismissed!"

Uchiha Setsuna, always decisive, vanished immediately after finishing his announcement.

The remaining ninja exchanged glances before departing—there was no room for idlers in the Police Force.

Before long, only Uchiha Shisui and the deep-in-thought Uchiha Renzou remained in the hall.

Uchiha Renzou furrowed his brows.

Because of Shisui's intervention, he had been assigned to the Hell Valley mission.

But he had actually wanted to go to the Land of Rain—the true meat grinder of the war.

The Land of Rain battlefield raged from the start of the Third Ninja War to its very end, spanning five years of brutal conflict.

At one point, the combined forces of Iwa, Suna, and Kumo pushed the frontlines into the Fire Country itself.

And ultimately…

This led to the most devastating battle for Konoha in the entire Third Ninja War—

The Battle of Kikyo Pass.

That was why Uchiha Renzou had wanted to go there—it was a true warzone, a real battlefield.

But he was just a small fry—he had no say in mission assignments.

For now, he had no choice but to accept the outcome.

However, another thought crossed his mind.

Originally, in the canon timeline, without his interference, Uchiha Shisui should have been assigned to the Hot Water Country instead, where he would later join the fight against Kirigakure.

That was how he earned the name "Shisui of the Body Flicker."

But now…

Because of his actions, the timeline had shifted, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Would Shisui now die in the Land of Rain?

Without Shisui, would Itachi still awaken his Mangekyō and slaughter the Uchiha clan?

A chill ran down Uchiha Renzou's spine.

The future… had already been cloaked in an impenetrable mist.