Chapter 1: Awakening in Blood
From the ashes of truth, vengeance is born.
Rain crashed against the jagged stone like falling blades. Deep within the ruined Uchiha hideout, thunder rumbled across the mountains, muffled only by the sound of water dripping through cracked ceilings.
Blood mixed with rain.
And the body of Uchiha Itachi lay motionless on the cold, fractured floor.
Sasuke stood over him.
His chest rose and fell in uneven gasps. Every breath felt like a blade drawn across his lungs. His vision blurred, not from pain but from exhaustion—yet he remained standing.
He wouldn't fall.
Not now. Not here.
Not after this.
His eyes—bloodshot, wide, and trembling—were locked onto the corpse of the man who had shaped his entire existence. The man who haunted every waking moment. The brother he had sworn to kill.
And now… it was over.
He had done it. He had won.
Itachi was dead.
But in the stillness that followed, nothing came.
No joy.
No peace.
No justice.
No closure.
Only a silence so deep it echoed.
Why… does it feel so empty?
A dull ache bloomed behind his eyes, quickly rising into a burning intensity. He staggered back a step, clutching his face, blinking through the searing pressure—
And then—it changed.
His vision sharpened. The blood in his eyes seemed to swirl, spiral, evolve.
A new pattern unfurled in his gaze. Crimson swirled into jagged tomoe, forming a beautiful, deadly spiral.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
But that wasn't all.
Because in the same moment, something foreign surged through his mind.
Not pain.
Not chakra.
Memories.
Images not his own. Pages turning. Screens flashing. Voice actors. Ink and color. Names he recognized—Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi, Konoha—but not as comrades.
As characters.
I've seen this before… no—read this before.
He staggered again, blinking hard. His breathing caught in his throat.
Fragments of another life. Not a shinobi. Not a fighter. But someone watching this world unfold—as fiction.
A reader.
What is this? These scenes… this knowledge…
Itachi's mission. Danzo's betrayal. The Elders. The Third. Konoha's mask of peace hiding murder and manipulation.
I know how this story ends. And I refuse to follow it.
Then—another voice echoed.
[SYSTEM INSTALLING…]
[Initializing Soul-Sync: Memory Fragment Detected…]
[LEVELING SYSTEM: AVENGER CORE – ACTIVATED.]
A cold blue interface unfolded in front of his eyes, smooth and sterile like glass, etched with glowing script.
[Player: Sasuke Uchiha]
[Level: 60]
[Class: Avenger]
[Bloodline: Uchiha – Elite]
[Unique Skill Unlocked: Kage no Sasayaki – Shadow Double]
[Inventory: (empty)]
He stared at it, unblinking.
A system?
This isn't genjutsu. Not chakra-induced hallucination.
It's like the games I remember from that other life…
He didn't panic.
He understood.
This wasn't a curse.
It was an advantage.
A gift from fate—or maybe a curse he would forge into a blade.
"I need to level up fast," he muttered. "I don't have time to play hero."
He knelt beside Itachi's corpse.
Not in grief. In purpose.
With silent hands, he reached down and removed Itachi's eyes. There was no hesitation. No tremble. Only precision. Purpose.
The last gift of a brother who thought he was protecting him.
You wanted peace. I'll give you truth.
[Item Acquired: Mangekyō Sharingan – Uchiha Itachi]
[Stored in Inventory]
[Fusion/Transplant Options: Locked – Requires Evolution Quest]
He rose again.
The wind howled through the cavern, rain slicing across the stone like thrown senbon. His torn cloak clung to his body, soaked through, heavy with blood and storm.
And then—space distorted.
A spiral of dark chakra twisted open in front of him, warping the very air, and from it emerged a figure.
Black cloak. Orange mask. One eye.
Obito.
Sasuke's Mangekyō snapped toward him instantly. He said nothing. He didn't move. His gaze was unreadable.
So this is where you try to twist the truth. Where you play the wise shadow, the unseen hand.
Just like I saw in that other life.
Tobi. Obito. Liar.
But he showed none of it.
He simply stared.
Obito raised both hands slightly in peace. "Quite the storm," he said casually. "I see you survived."
Sasuke remained silent.
Obito stepped forward with calculated caution. "Don't worry. I'm not here to fight. I want to talk."
Still nothing.
Obito glanced at the body. "Do you know why your brother let you win?"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
Let me win?
Obito didn't wait. "Why he died with a smile?"
The silence hung between them.
"He didn't hate you, Sasuke. Everything he did… was for you. For the village."
Don't.
Don't give me that excuse.
I've seen how this scene plays out. I know your script. But I'll let you speak it… for now.
"And?" Sasuke said coldly. "What does that have to do with me?"
Obito's tone remained soft. "He carried the burden of traitor. Of murderer. But it was a mission—ordered by Konoha's council. Danzo. The elders. He killed his family… to prevent a civil war."
Sasuke's eyes flared with Mangekyō energy.
"So what?" he said. "You think that excuses him?"
Obito's eye narrowed slightly. "No. But I think you deserve to know the truth. The real enemy wasn't your brother."
Sasuke looked at his own hands—bloodstained, trembling with something deeper than fatigue.
You're not wrong. But you're not telling me this out of kindness.
You're testing me. Measuring how useful I'll be.
Fine. I'll let you believe it.
He looked up. "Then who is?"
Obito's voice dropped. "The people who made him do it. The ones who pull the strings behind Konoha's walls. The ones who feared your clan."
Sasuke turned slightly. Rain streaked across his face, washing nothing away.
Obito saw hesitation. He mistook it for doubt.
"You don't have to trust me," he said. "But if you want revenge—true revenge—I can help you."
A long pause.
Then Sasuke nodded once.
"Then I'll go with you. But not for you. I'll kill Danzo. I'll kill the elders. I'll burn Konoha to the ground."
And when I'm done… I'll kill you too.
That night, alone beneath the arching stone wall of the hideout, Sasuke sat cross-legged in the dark. Rain still tapped at the world outside, but he no longer noticed.
With a thought, the screen returned.
[PLAYER STATUS]
Name: Sasuke Uchiha
Level: 60
Class: Avenger
Title: Last of the Uchiha
HP: 4800 / 4800
Chakra: 5200 / 5200
Strength: 90
Agility: 85
Intelligence: 72
Perception: 88
Control: 93
Resolve: 100 (MAX)
[MANGEKYŌ ABILITIES]
Amaterasu – Inextinguishable black flames
Kagutsuchi – Shape and manipulate flame
Kage no Sasayaki – Shadow Clone of Vengeance (System-Unlocked, Fully Controlled)
[INVENTORY]
Mangekyō Sharingan – Itachi (Sealed)
Akatsuki Cloak (Torn)
Kusanagi Blade
Chakra Storage Scrolls
Healing Pill ×3
[QUEST: THE AVENGER'S PATH]
— Kill Danzo Shimura
— Eliminate the Leaf Elders
— Destroy ROOT
— Capture the Eight-Tails
— Use Obito (Status: Ongoing)
[Reward: EXP Boost | Title: "True Avenger" | Legacy Unlocks]
He stood and looked toward the south.
Toward Konoha.
Toward Danzo.
Toward the future—drenched in fire, shadowed by betrayal, and written in blood.
But first…
He would rebuild Taka.
Not for bonds.
Not for friendship.
But for precision.
For strength.
For leveling up.
Author's Note:
Hey everyone!
This is a new fanfiction/novel idea I've been working on, and Chapter 1 is just the beginning. If you enjoyed it or found the concept interesting, let me know—I'd love to keep writing more chapters.
If it's not your thing, that's totally okay too. Just drop a comment and tell me what you think. Your feedback means a lot, and it'll help me decide whether to continue or move on.
Thanks for reading!